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He was slowly sitting up in his bed, staring at the wall in front of him with a blank stare, and shifted his gaze to the calendar hanging on the wall, focusing his gaze on the date that was marked with red ink.
Today is the day you leave him forever, the day the hope in his life disappears. He knows this is all his fault because he made you bear so much pain, and he tries to make you change your mind, but you were as stubborn as ever. But that part makes him love you more than ever.
But now you were gone, forever, and he was here, bearing the feeling of loss that he would endure for the rest of his life, or at least until someone dusted him, but well, maybe it would take a long time to do that.
He hopes he will never awake every time he sleeps, hoping maybe someone will break into his house and end his life in his sleep, especially this day.
Gathering his strength, he plopped down from the bed with a soft thud. He stood there looking at the picture hanging on the wall, a picture hanging on the wall, in which you were wearing a beautiful long sun dress and a beach hat on your head. He took the photo when you were not looking for a prank, but ended up keeping it because you thought you were beautiful in that photo.
Silly you, you are always beautiful, no matter what kind of pose you do or what situation you are in, his angels are beautiful! The one who can make his soul race whenever you near him, make him blush like crazy, and have the most beautiful smile he has ever seen
… but now you're not here anymore.
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A soft knock could be heard from the other side of the door, snapping him from his thoughts. Looking at the door, a voice then appeared outside the room, “BROTHER, ARE YOU AWAKE ALREADY?” It was papyrus voice.
“Yeah, bro, just a second, ‘m gonna take a shower, change my clothes.”
“ALRIGHT THEN, BROTHER, ME AND THE OTHER WAITING DOWNSTAIRS…. Take your time, brother.”
The last part was whispered tone that Sans still heard clearly. Those sentences are rare to be used by his brother, but he was glad that Papy was not rushing him; he never rushed him at this moment, this day, this date…
Shaking his skull, he walked to the bathroom, entered the bathroom, stripped his clothes, stepped into the shower, and turned the shower on. The warm water on his bones shoots the sting on his soul a little, reaching for the bottle of soap he startled when he saw your bath supplies, such as the rose-scented shampoo, conditioner, your rose-scented soap, and some other thing he didn’t know what that function is.
He always says he is going to get rid of it, but he never has the soul to do that; he keeps that in place, the place where you put it, it goes untouched since you're gone…
…
Fuck.
He’s pathetic, isn’t he?
Grabbing his bone soap, he applied it to the body scrub and began to scrub his bone. After he thought enough, he washed the soap from his body; usually, he never takes this much effort to do in the morning, but for a day like this, he's gonna grow the backbone back.
After he’s done showering, he reaches out for the towel beside the (F/C) towel of yours, he dries his bone with the towel before wrapping it around his body.
He walked out of the bathroom, and he made his way towards his closet, opened the door, and grabbed the clothes that had been hanging with the hanger. The black suit o He prepared it. He looked down at the pile of clothes in his closet, you used to give him lecture about him being lazy and need to put the dirty clothes away, but the pout on your face when he said he do it later are too cute to miss at, he always teases you with something annoyed you, while make sure he didn’t cross the line.
He snapped himself from the thought and shut the door.
“Ma do that later,” he said as he started to put on his suit and tie. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the bag under his eye that seemed worse. God damn, when was the last time he ever slept peacefully again? Finishing his task with a final look, he walked to the door, opened it, and stepped outside his room. He then walked down the hall, passing a few rooms before facing the stairs. Going down, he could hear the muffled conversation from downstairs, but it stopped when he reached the floor; the chatter went quiet.
“THERE YOU ARE, BROTHER!” he looked up and saw Papyrus walking towards him. Papyrus was wearing the black suit you brought him the first time you, him and Papyrus went to the mall. Papyrus put his hand on Sans's shoulder and squeezed it in a reassuring squeeze.
“Yep, the one and only,” he shrugged, keeping his poker face on his face
“Well, since we're all here-” Toriel started, as everyone in the room looked at her
Alphys is standing beside Undyne, and Asgore, and beside Toriel stands Frisk. They are all wearing their own clothes—Toriel with her long black gown and the small hat on her head. Frisk appears to be wearing the same outfit as Toriel this year. Asgore is wearing a black suit with a red bow tie and a top hat that has been designed to accommodate his horns.
Alphys was wearing a black dress, along with a small hat attached to her head. Undyne, on the other hand, was wearing a black suit.
“-let's get going-” she looked at Sans in the eyes and let a little soft smile appear on her face, “shall we?” she continued.
And just like that, they walked out of the house. Papyrus locked the door before we left and entered our vehicle. He and Paps were using Paps' car, while Frisk, Toriel, Asgore, and Flowey were in their van. Alphys and Undyne were using their shared car.
Papyrus's car led the way, with the others following behind. Luckily, the road wasn’t too busy for the weekend, which was a good thing. After what seemed like an hour, Papyrus stopped the car. When he thought they had already arrived, he looked out the window; it appeared they stopped at a flower shop.
Right, flower, it’s gonna be an insult and shame if he goes to you without bringing any flower in his hand.
Heh. How can he forget such a thing? He’s so lucky to have his brother reminding him.
“Brother?” he felt a hand brushing on his shoulder, breaking him from his thought, looking at the flower shop once again, “ ‘ma gonna get the flower, you gonna wait flower me, won’t you?” he looked at his brother with an amused smile as his younger brother let out a tired soft sigh as he rolled his eyelights
“STOP WITH YOUR PUN BROTHER! AND GO GET THE FLOWER.” Sans let out a light chuckle as he opened the car door; the wind felt nice on his metaphorical skin as he stepped out from the vehicle.
“And Of Course, Brother, I Won’t Leaf You.” Hearing this, he turns back to look at his little brother, but gets blocked by the door slowly closing, and then, with a shrug, he shortcuts inside the flower shop, not even a minute, every pleasant scent of flowers hits his nostrils.
“Oh, welcome to the shop, how can I help you today?” a feminine voice greeted him from behind the counter, the lady wearing a gardening apron and her long, curly black hair tied in a bun with light white skin. She was holding a white and red rose, and it seemed that she was in the middle of making a bouquet right there.
“’m here to buy a bouquet.” He said, stepping forward and standing in front of the counter, and looking around.
And the silence fills the room as the florist stares at him, and he stares at her back, “Well? Do you want me to recommend, or do you already have something in mind?” she asks, tilting her head to the side as she puts the last flower in the bouquet and puts the bouquet in the rack behind her.
“Well, could you recommend me?” he said casually as he looked between the florist and the bouquets on the rack that had been arranged by her.
She turned back at him as she stared slowly from up to bottom and glanced behind him with a calculated expression, like she was searching for something, and then she stared at his face once again, and then his eyes. His non-existence gut feeling that something was up. But he doesn’t know what it is. Why is he staring that intensely? She just needs to pick one of the display bouquets, right?
But his little guess proved wrong, she suddenly nodded, and her smile found her lips once again. “Alright then,” she said as she turned around and walked to a room behind her, and not more than 2 minutes later, she came back holding.
She brought some amounts of 3 types of flowers with the same color, pink. Then she placed them on the countertop and grabbed some paper, plastic, and ribbon that are usually used to wrap flowers into a bouquet, then she also took out scissors.
And then she started to arrange the flowers, he watched with a confused face. “z that for me?” he said, looking at the flowers. She glanced at him and chuckled, “Of course, who else?” she said simply as she kept arranging the flowers, adding to his confusion state.
She then held up a soft pink flower, “This is a pink camelia.” She said, holding it up to his face for a second before cutting some stems and putting it on the half-done bouquet, “Do you know what it means?” she asked, not even glancing at him.
“Nah, not an expert on plants,” he said, stuffing his hand into his pants pocket. His answer was met with a scoff by the girl in front of her.
“It means adoration, love, and affection,” she said as he stuffed another camelia into the bouquet. Ah, now he gets it, did he think she gonna went on a date? That's sad, it was a beautiful day outside for a date anyway….
…..He misses this day when you and he will go on a date, well, it's more like you drag him outside, and he is willing to obey.
“But,” she said, once again making Sans look at her, shifting his gaze from the floor, “During the Victorian era, pink camellias were used as a symbol of heartfelt longing, the symbol of the heart that longing of someone that dear but gets separated,” she said with a soft smile, not shifting her gaze at all from the flowers, and then he stares at her with confusion.
Did she know? He was gonna ask when suddenly she shoved another pink flower, but this time, a deeper pink. “This is a Carnation flower. This flower symbolizes gratitude and affection, as well as femininity. Many people give this flower to their mother!” she said with excitement in her voice as she added the flowers to the bouquet.
He doesn’t know what to respond. Does she really know, or was she playing right now? “But carnation flowers have other meanings too,” she said as she fell silent, but her hand didn’t stop the work, “it can be mean as a promise… to never forget.”
And then she gives another shove to his face, “This one is called Rose flower, of course you know right, but the meaning of this rose colour: 'the deep shade of pink', they have a meaning for the appreciation and gratitude towards someone they love,” she said, and put a few roses on the bouquet.
And then she raised her head to stare at the sans eyelights with a soft look, “and they can be means, of the feel of deep yearning for that person when they are no longer present” before giving the final touch with the ribbon, and fixing some folds in the plastic paper of the flower bouquet.
She held the bouquet and gave it to him. He accepted the bouquet and stared at it in deep thought.
“It will be $25,” she said with a smile on her face, breaking the stare from the bouquet in his hand.
Opening his inventory item, he grabbed $50 from his item and handed it to the florist. The florist took the money she opened the cash register, and was about to take the change.
“Oh, no need, you can keep the change,” he said, but as he was going to take a shortcut to leave, the smell of sweet and spicy came to his senses, and he felt something slip into his breast pocket. He looked at his pocket and saw a purple flower in it. He looked at the florist's retreating hand. Looking at the florist who was leaning on the counter as she slowly pulled away from the counter.
“Coneflower,” she said with a soft tone and soft gaze, but strange enough, sans feels that gaze was looking through his soul, but he was too lazy for that.
“Well, as long as it's free, I’ll take it.” he looked down at the flower, slowly raised his hand to touch the delicate flower in his chest pocket, feeling the texture on his phalanges, the purple colour reminded him of your soul. “What's the meaning, Tho?” he asked. He looked at the florist again, she was staring at the coneflower before shifting her gaze to stare at Sans' eyelights
“That was something you need to find out, sir.” She said politely and tilted her head a little to the side.
“wha-“
“Oh! I think someone was waiting for you outside! Doesn’t want to keep them waiting, aren’t you?” she said as she tilted her body to look past him, sans just staring at her before shrugging.
“Oh well, guess I gotta leaf, thanks for the flower,” he said as he turned his back. He gathered his magic to teleport, and he could swear he heard the florist say something, but he couldn't quite catch it, so he just let it slide.
Shortcutting to the car, he opened the passenger back seat door and put the flower lay the flower at the back seat carefully before slamming shut the door and seat on the passenger front seat. “IT SEEMS YOU HAVE A GREAT TASTE THIS TIME, BROTHER!” Papyrus turns his head and body to look at the bouquet properly as Sans starts to buckle his seat belt.
“Well, thank Paps, but I won't take the credit, the florist does all the job, and I would like to say, she green at her job.” He can hear how Papyrus stares at him with disbelief and a frown, but he didn’t say anything; he just silently repositioned himself and started the car.
The drive was filled with chit chat and puns, but eventually they reached their destination, and now the feeling decided to come back to the surface again, the sorrow, pain, and heaviness gathered in his soul, making him wince slightly as he exited the car.
Toriel, Frisk, Asgore, Undyne, and Alphys are already standing on the entrance gate to the cemetery, holding their own flower. Grabbing the bouquet he had bought earlier, he walked towards them, the feeling became more and more deeper and sharper. But he kept his calm demeanor.
He would break down once he got his ass to his room, like he always did.
And with that, all of them enter the cemetery. It was quiet, save for the people around them talking, either talking about them or something else. Sans holds the bouquet close to his chest as he stops at the graves. A human adult-sized grave, and a tinier one beside it.
Your grave and your baby's grave.
The amount of sorrow he felt in his soul made his breath quicken. Even after all these years, he can't forget you; he never will. Why him? Why can't he protect you? Why doesn't he try harder to save you? He's pathetic, useless, an idiot, a selfish bastard who let his wife and daughter die. He could save you if he tried hard enough to convince you to have an abortion. He knows your body can't handle the hybrid pregnancy. He knows he can stop it. He knows if he convinces you harder, you'll agree. He knows, he knows, and yet he was too softhearted when you begged him to keep the baby, even though you knew the danger you were in, but you were determined to keep it. And his pathetic self stupidly agreed. He knows you're not prepared enough for everything, he knows, but he still lets you keep the baby. Now he lost half of his soul, his child. This is ALL HIS FAULT. HE SHOULD TRY HARDER.
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If he can, you should never meet him in the first place, never talk to him, never fall for him, it was his fault, he should be the one that being buried, he should be the one that getting dusted, not you, not your child.
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“SANS!”
“Huh?” Sans was eye-to-eye with a pair of golden eyes. He felt a hard grip on his shoulder. It took a moment for him to realize that it was Frisk in front of him, the kid tightly gripping his shoulder; their eyes were wide with concern. Ah… he did it again, did he?
“Oh.. ey kid, sup?” he said with a grin, but not like he usually grins, this one is forced and tight. The tension leaves Frisk's shoulder as they loosen their grip on Sans's shoulder as they take a step back, and their hand drops from his shoulder, but not long after that, another weight and squeeze on his shoulder came back, but it was different then Frisk's; this one was soft and delicate, but firm.
Tilting his skull up, he face-to-face with Asgore, “Are you okay, my friend?” he said with a sense of worry and pity reflected in his eyes. Why does he always make people successfully pity him? “Hmm? Yup, perfectly fine,” he lied through his teeth, keeping that smile on his face. Asgore seems unsure and is likely going to ask before shutting his jaw when Papyrus's voice cuts him off.
“HERE WE GO! THE TOOLS TO CLEAN THE GRAVE,” he said, he walked toward us with an empty big box and a medium bucket in his hand, dropping the bucket filled with tools on the ground. There is a brush, cans, a sprayer, a scrub, a grass cutter, a small scoop, a long water hose that is rolled up, and more.
“PUT ALL THE FLOWERS IN HERE, SO THEY WON’T GET DIRTY AS WE CLEAN THE GRAVE,” he said as he held the box close to his chest.
Sans feels Asgore's hand drooping from his shoulder as he begins to walk towards the papyrus. “Sweet, thank you,” he put the bouquet into the box carefully. He bent down and grabbed the brush from the bucket, and held it, “You’re the brush brother I ever had”. And with that, he managed to make papyrus to roll his eyelights.
“STOP WITH YOUR PUN BROTHER AND LET'S BEGIN TO CLEANING!” he said as he bent down and grabbed a can, shoved it to my face, I held my hand out and he dropped it into my hand, he looked at the can, it says Foam cleaner spray, Cool.
Alphys walks and stands beside me before bending down and grabbing the rolled hose, unrolling it, then straightening it out. She is holding one end of the hose in her right hand and the other end of the hose in her left hand. “U-Undyne,” she said as she turned her body, and Sans followed the same.
“Yeah?” Undyne answered her, “C-Can you help me connect this end to the faucet over there?” she said while pointing to a faucet that was a few feet away from where we were standing. “Sure!” Undyne said as she jogged and grabbed the hose's other end, and jogged back to the faucet, attached the end, and turned the water tap to make sure the water was on before turning it off again.
With that, everyone starts to grab their own tools and begin to work. Asgore, Toriel, and Alphys were cutting and scooping the grass that was growing on and around the grave. Alphys was cutting some grass that was starting to creep over the tombstones. Sans and Papyrus were scrubbing the dirt and the dust that started to pile up while Frisk held the hose to raise the foam from the tombs that had been scrubbed by Sans and Papyrus.
Sand was currently scrubbing your tombstone, spraying the foam, and scrubbing it with the scrubber. When he thought it was enough, he stopped. “Ey kid, water please,” he said, grabbing the kid's attention, and as they started to raise the tombstone with the water, revealing your name, your birth date, and your DEATH DATE.
THE SAME DATE AS TODAY
“SANS!” he tears his gaze from the tombstone with a startled as Papyrus voice snapping him from his thoughts, oops, it seems he's zoning out again. “Yeah, bro?” he turns his head to Papyrus. “COULD YOU PLEASE PASS ME ANOTHER FOAM SPRAY?” he looks at the bucket beside him and nods, “One right up.”
He grabs the foam spray from the bucket. “Here, bro,” he said as he stretched his hand that held the can spray towards his brother, and his brother took the can with a nod. “THANK YOU, BROTHER.” Sans watched as Papyrus sprayed the tiny tombstone with the foam spray and started scrubbing again.
After what seems like an hour (it's two), they're done with their task. They were standing in front of you and your daughter's grave, admiring their work, no grass in a way, your tombstone is as clean as new, kudos for Papyrus and the brand that he chose.
And suddenly pink cover, sand vision, and the smell of flowers hit his nostrils. It was the bouquet that he brought earlier. He took the bouquet from Toriel’s hand and thanked her, which was responded to with a nod and a soft smile before she turned her attention to the flowers she had brought earlier.
Sans opened the flower bouquet package and divided it in half before giving half of it to Papyrus, who shook his head, saying, "I GOT MY OWN THIS TIME!" he said while raising the bouquet with a mix of yellow, purple, and... lighter purple in his hand.
Sans' eyes widen before he shrugs it. He brought the flowers close to where his soul would be, and it’s the same with the rest of them. With that, they begin to pray on their own; monsters' prayers were different from human prayers when it comes to people. They pray with flowers in hand and then infuse magic into the flowers, making the flowers glow with magic, and within a day, the flowers will dissolve into magic and will be absorbed by the soil, and if lucky, some of the same flowers may grow around the grave or above it.
But the flowers need to touch the soil and stay in there, so they can dissolve properly, and they need to be real flowers, and fresh ones if they can get them.
And if you wonder, Frisk did it too; they have been taught how to use magic by Toriel, Undyne, Asgore, Papyrus, and Even Him. So, they did the same; they infused the magic into the flowers.
After that, one by one, they place the flowers in your grave and your baby's grave.
Everyone brings their specific flower that he can't name; the flowers are beautiful in your and your daughter's grave.
And now it's his turn to lay the flowers. Slowly, he stepped closer to the graves and then crouched between your grave and your child's, placing the Glowing Flowers, which had been separated, on top of the other flowers. He stood up and took a step back, returning to his original position.
And with that, he was out of his skull again, standing straight, not moving an inch, until a hand forced him to regain consciousness. He looked at the hand and slowly let it trail to its owner, seeing papyrus with concern in his eyes as he stared back.
“Brother, Do You Feel Like Leaving Yet, Or Do You Wish To Stay A Bit Longer?” he said in a softer tone than he could ever manage, noticing how papyrus was bent down slightly, so Sans didn’t need to tilt his head too much.
Silently, Sans looked behind his brother to see everyone waiting a few feet away from them. Undyne was holding the bucket filled with tools, and Frisk was holding the empty box with one hand. They all stared at the brothers with different expressions, but mostly had concern and understanding of it.
Sans brings his gaze down to his shoes and thinks for a moment before tilting his head up and bringing his gaze back to Papyrus. “ ‘ma be here for a couple of minutes, Paps, you can go home first, I’ll take shortcut,” he then proceeded to pat Papyrus's hand that was still gripping comfortably on Sans's shoulder.
Sans feels the grip tighten reassuringly, and Papyrus stares at his brother's eyelights like he was trying to let his brother know he was not alone in this stage, but that sadly never got on Sans's skull. But after a minute's papyrus nod and let sans go, his hand dropped from his older brother's shoulder as he stood straight back.
“ALRIGHT THEN, BROTHER, TAKE YOUR TIME! BUT DON’T HESITATE TO CALL ME IF YOU NEED ASSISTANCE TO DRIVE YOU HOME.” Papyrus said as his voice returned to normal, with one last pat on Sans's shoulder, he turned his back and started walking towards the group that had been waiting for them. Sans sees that his brother is talking to them, and then they glance at him and back at Papyrus before nodding their heads and turning their back, after giving Sans a goodbye wave.
And just like that, now he is alone… Literally.
He looked around, but no one was in sight. Slowly, he walked and sat between the gap of the two graves, which practically glowed due to the amount of praying flowers that had been put, showing how much they miss you and your baby. Slowly, he reached out and traced the pattern of the tombstone of your baby's grave as he leaned on yours.
“Damn… I miss you guys so much. They miss you too. Everyone is missing you. It's been hard to keep living without you. Guess Love really affects my life, hasn't it?” he exhales as he stares at the little graves in front of him. The silence starts to eat the whole air that can be cut with a sharp blade.
“I’m sorry, little one, I couldn’t protect you and your mother… I hope you didn’t hate me when I suggested that your mother have an abortion… nah, who ‘m I kidding, you sure will hate me, but I really hope you can forgive this old bone, heh”, he said, patting the tiny tombstone softly.
The silence is creeping again, and slowly, blue tears begin to emerge from Sans's eye socket and fall from the socket, leaving behind a trail on his cheekbone. “I hate to admit it, but I hope that you're just gonna do what I say.. and abort the baby, it's not like I hate the baby... I hate myself because I’m the father… I'm just hoping I could change all of this fate, rewind the time so you wouldn’t die. So you wouldn't meet me at all.. I even considered to beg to the kid to reset the time, but I know how selfish I sound, but they can't do that anymore.. they are no longer able to reset.. their power has long faded… Stars… I’m useless.”
And once again, silence fills the blank. Sans stays in his position for the time that he hasn’t counted; he doesn’t know if he was falling asleep or just lost track of time without doing anything, but what he knows, the sun is starting to set.
Slowly, he stood up and stretched, popping his tense bones in place. He looked down and put each of his hands on the tombstone’s “Ice ya soon, don’t miss me ey?” and then he vanished into thin air, taking a shortcut into the living room, and let himself fall onto the couch.
“SANS, BROTHER, IS THAT YOU?” Papyrus Voice booming from the kitchen, and a step can be heard approaching sans figure on the couch. “The one and only, Paps,” he said as he adjusted the position that was previously lying on the sofa to a sitting position.
Sans tilted his head upwards to see Papyrus standing behind the couch, gripping the couch edge as he leaned forward. He had already changed to a different costume, a grey T-shirt with long training pants. He also wore a purple apron tied around his waist and hanging from his neck that says ‘kissy missy the chefsy’
“GREAT! NOW LET'S EAT! FOR I THE GREAT PAPYRUS! ALREADY MADE US SOME DELICIOUS AND SUPER CREAMY SPAGHETTI CARBONARA THAT I HAD SEEN THE RECIPE RECENTLY ON THE HUMAN INTERNET!” Papyrus said as he smiled really wide, but sadly, Sans was not feeling like eating tonight.
“Whoa, Paps, sounds delicious! But I don’t feel like eating tonight, so can I go to sleep earlier tonight, this old bone feeling a bit sleepier than usual” Sans spoke with a soft smile and tone, letting Papyrus know he was being genuine. Silence filled the room as Papyrus's shining smile slowly faded, but not much because Papyrus changed it to an understanding smile as he nodded his head.
“OF COURSE, BROTHER! DON’T BE AFRAID, I’LL KEEP THE REST ON THE FRIDGE IN CASE YOU FEEL HUNGRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!” Papyrus said as he walked back to the kitchen, “Thanks, Paps, you’re the best!’ sans shouted from the couch as he got off the couch, and then took a shortcut directly to the bed.
But he remembered he was still in his suit, so with a groan, he got up from the bed, taking off the suit and hanging it with a hanger on the wall, before collapsing on the bed once more. Not long after that, the sleepiness took control of him, and he let himself drown in the blanket as he shut himself down.
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Sans woke up with the shine of the sun in his face from the window beside the bed. He opened his eyes and sat up, and as usual at night, he was not resting well. Looking at the clock, it was past afternoon, GREAT.
Pushing himself out of the bed, he walks to the bathroom and washes his face with the cold water, washing away the remaining sleepiness. Grabbing the small towel, he rubs it against his face to dry his wet skull. He then takes a look closer to the mirror that he had ignored before, the reflection ain’t good at all.
His eye bags are hanging really dark under his eye socket, his eyelights are fuzzy from lack of sleep, and his plaster smile is a bit restrained due to his emotion, fuck it, he tears his gaze from the mirror and get out of the bathroom, he's planning to go out, maybe he's gonna try to refresh his mind as well.
Walking to the closet, he stopped in his tracks as he saw the suit that was hanging on the wall. Just now, he remembered the flower that the florist had put on the suit chest socket, the flower is glowing with a purple glow, the same color as the Flowers. It stays fresh due to the magical power flowing within it that may have been inadvertently channelled when Sans prayed with the other flowers.
What's that flower name again?
Ah, right, she told him to search it himself.
Well, he's not an expert on this, so he's gonna ask again anyway.
Opening the wardrobe, he saw underneath the pile of dirty clothes stacked in the cabinet. He sighed and just pulled on the clean White T-shirt and basketball pants, and put the clothes on, as he put away the dirty clothes in the pile of dirty clothes, and closed the wardrobe door.
He walked to the suit that was still hanging on the wall, but as he walked, he reflexively grabbed his signature jacket from the chair. Standing in front of his suit, he slid the jacket and took the flower from the chest pocket of the suit, giving it a look. The flower has 5 petals, cup-shaped blooms, and it is purple.
Sans is getting ready to take a shortcut, but stops when he remembers Papyrus; he can't make the papyrus worry about him suddenly disappearing, right? He walked to the door, still holding the flower in his hand. Opening the door, he peered his head outside, “PAPS?” he shouted…. But nobody answers
He opened the door and walked towards the stairs. “PAPS?” he called once again, but the only answer he got was the silence of the house. If he thinks again, usually Papyrus will drag him out of bed if he sleeps past noon, but this time he is not.
Trying to think positively, he short-cuts to the kitchen, but still, no papyrus in sight, fears and panic start to take over him before he notices a small piece of paper attached to the fridge with an alphabet magnet. Walking towards it, he saw the handwriting of the papyrus on that paper.
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‘DEAR, DEAR BROTHER
UNDYNE AND I ARE GOING TO TAKE FRISK TO THE MALL FOR SMALL SHOPPING BEFORE THEY GO TO COLLEGE NEXT WEEK.
IM SORRY FOR NOT WAKING YOU UP FROM YOUR SLEEP, REMEMBERING WHAT YOU SAY HOW YOU FEEL SLEEPIER THAN THE USUAL I! DECIDE TO LET YOU SLEEP UNTIL YOU FELL ITS ENOUGH SLEEP, AND I HOPE ITS NOT A DAY! IF YOU WAKE BEFORE I CAME HOME THERE IS MEAL ON THE FRIDGE, PLEASE HEAT IT AND EAT IT, I SEE YOUR NOT EATING DINNER LAST NIGHT, SO PLEASE EAT THE MEAL I PREPARE FOR YOU
WITH LOVE, YOUR LITTLE BROTHER
-PAPYRUS FONT
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Sans let out a sigh of relief as he finished reading the letter, moving his eyelights to stare at the fridge handle. He was thinking about the food; would he eat it now? Or just leave it on the fridge to eat it later?
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The second choice seems good.
Turning his back on the fridge, he takes a shortcut to the flower shop. Looking up the flower shop name, the name is quite funny for a girl like her. If he is honest, well, don’t judge the book by its cover, they say, right? But SRS, what girl named her flower shop “gardendongtok” thought?
He let out a chuckle at his own thought. Pushing the flower shop open, he was greeted with a pleasant smell, even though it was not the same smell that greeted him in the first place, but it was still nice.
Looking straight at the empty counter, he walked towards it, seeing a bell, he pressed it as the bell started to ring “A MINUTE!” someone answered, but it's different from the florist's voice, hell, it's even not her voice, it sounds like a Youthful Male Voice, and then a head peeked from the curtain behind the counter, make his eyesocket widen.
That’s not the head of the florist he met yesterday, he stared as the human slid himself from behind the curtains and walked toward the counter, “Welcome to the gardendongtok, how can I help you today?”
Sans stared at the man, the man had long hair that tied in pony ponytail, with tan skin, he was wearing a lime apron with a ribbon, and a scissors peeked from the apron pocket. “Sir?” he snapped back his eyelights to the man again and nodded, he raised his hand to show the glowing flower he's been holding too.
“Could you tell me this flower's name… and its meaning?” The man seemed confused for a second and held his hand in front of him, “May I take a look?” sans then handed the man the purple flower, then brought it closer to his face and nodded, “This flower's name is Malva or also known as mallow flower.” He said as he handed back the Flower to Sans's hand.
He then bent down behind the counter and searched for something, muttering something that Sans can’t quite catch. He then let out “FOUND IT!” and spun himself and slammed a heavy book onto the counter. “Let's see.” He opened the book and flipped through a few pages of the book, and it took 2 minutes straight before he stopped on a page that had the picture of Malva flowers on it.
“Yep, it's indeed Malva Flower! Malva flower or also known as Mallow flower Malva is a genus of herbaceous annual, biennial, and perennial plants in the family Malvaceae. It is one of several closely related genera in the family to bear the common English name mallow. The genus is widespread throughout the temperate, subtropical, and tropical regions of Africa, Asia, and-“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Sans cut him, making him stop his sentence. He looked at Sans. “I’m so sorry, my man, but I'm appreciative and amazed by you for explaining this with such dedication. But could you explain the meaning?... please?” he said, sweating a bit. The man stared at him with a blank expression.
“Ooh... why don’t you say that from the beginning? Let's see,” he said, humming as he traced his finger on the page before stopping on a certain paragraph. “Here u are! They said the meaning of the malva flowers can be Healing & Comfort, Love & Affection, Resilience & Strength, and Spiritual Harmony!”
Huh… It's interesting “AND!” and? “it depends on the choice of color!” The man said as he pointed to another phrase in another paragraph, “Pink or Purple Malva can be Love, tenderness, femininity, emotional healing. White Malva can mean Purity, peace, and new beginnings. And Striped Malva can be Creativity, uniqueness, and individuality! Thought I had never seen a glowing malva before”
“Oh.. It's my own doin’ for the glow,” Sans said as he stared at the glowing Malva on his hand.
The man then looked back at the flower in Sans's hand and seemed to be thinking about something before his eyes snapped to Sans's features, and then he lit up and smiled. “I think someone who gives you the flower wishing you to be loved with tenderness, and you can heal emotionally, and wishes for protection upon you!” He nodded to his own conclusion while holding his chin, his eyes closed as he murmured, "Yes, yes, it must be that."
Sans let the man go as he held the flower closer to his face. “… is the girl here?” Sans said as he looked back at the man, that already stopped his murmur and tilted his head in confusion. “What girl?” The man sounded so confused. “Ya know, the girl with curly hair, long, white skin, who has shift yesterday?”
Silence
“.. I don’t know what you're talking about, sir, but I’m sure I’m the only one in charge in this shop.. I’m the owner too, so” what?
“What?”
“Yeah… maybe you got the wrong shop?” Sans looks around the shop; it's 1000% same as yesterday. Nothing changed, ‘dfuck?
“Oh.. yeah, maybe, sorry pal, think I got mixed up,” he apologized to the man, and the man answered with a smile and nod, “No harm done!”
“aigh’, I’ll go now, thanks for the information, pal.”
“You are welcome!” he said before Sans teleporting outside the shop, and then he started walking in a direction mindlessly, with the flower still in hand, trying to process whatever had happened. Was it some kind of prank? But it can't be a prank, he can’t sense any lie coming towards the man, and why would he lie anyway?
He kept walking nonstop and in one direction, immersed in his own thoughts. The only thing that brought him out of his thoughts was “WHOOP!” he was holding onto the iron fence, stopping himself before he could fall to the ground. Blinking twice at the cause of his stumble, he then slowly balanced himself. “That was close… heh”
Standing back on his feet, he looked at the fence he was holding too, and now he knew where he was, he was at the cemetery, the one that had your grave, looking past the fence, he was in denial about to go inside or just past it, but then Sans looked down at the glowing malva in his hand, “welp, second visit won’ hurt anyone”
He walked along the fence until he reached the gate, entering the cemetery. Time felt so slow in this area. He passed the other family visiting their family. They startled when they saw him walking towards them, but some of them relaxed when they knew he was a monster. The rest just either got nervous or scared until he passed them, but what he can he say? A skeleton in the human cemetery? Who is not going to think he may be the walking dead, or even a reaper?
He kept walking, not caring about the stare until he was a few feet away from your grave. He could see that the flowers were gone, probably already dissolved and being absorbed by the soil.
But there is one flower that grows, a purple flower, and it's familiar. He steps closer, and closer, and closer, and closer. And when he closes the distance, now he knows why the flowers are familiar….
It’s the same flowers that he's been holding, the Melva flower, but how? He is sure no one brought those flowers yesterday. And he didn’t put his own either because he had forgotten he had it, and no one reminded him, and he just knew today, so there is no-
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The same flower grows on the baby graves.
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He remembers what the mysterious florist says.
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He remembers what the florist from the funny name shop says.
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“heh… You were always full of surprise, didn’t you, darling?” he then took a step back and turned his back from the graves, before walking away, the flower still in his hand as he left the cemetery area.
Walking on the side of the road, Sans stopped his steps when she felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He slid his hand to his pocket and grabbed his phone from the pocket, not seeing the name as he picked it up. “Heya, Boneman here, how can I help ya today?” he said lazily.
“BROTHER! MAY I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE? I FOUND YOUR WERE NOT IN BED AND HOME WHEN I CAME BACK! I BOUGHT SOME KETCHUP FROM GIRLLBYS! AND I SEE YOU'RE NOT EATING AGAIN, YOU CAN’T DO THAT, BROTHER, OR YOU MAY GET SICK! DO YOU WANT BURGERS AND FRIES FROM GIRLLBYS? I CAN GRAB IT FOR YOU.”
He stood there in silence, his hand shaking, and papyrus still waiting for an answer. “SANS? ARE YOU THERE?” he wiped the tears that were threatening to fall, and he took a deep breath, calming himself. “Yup ‘m here, thanks, Paps, appreciate it.” he then walked to the nearest bench and sat down. “ya know… Could you pick me up? My legs got too lazy to walk.”
“OF COURSE YOU LAZIER BONE, WHERE YOU AT?” Papyrus said from the phone, sans can hear some movement he made, and the sound of jingling keys. “I’ll send ya my location,” he said as he hung up the phone and sent Papyrus his location, and put his phone back into his pocket.
Tilting his head upwards until the back of his neck touches the top side of the park bench backrest, the sky is clear today, what a beautiful day outside…
Birds are singing…
Flowers are blooming…
On a day like this…
Someone like him…
“…-OU SHOULD WAKE UP SANS!” Opening his eyesocket, he met his younger brother's glaring eyelights, “ey paps, sup?”
“YOU KNOW SUP BROTHER! YOU CAN'T SLEEP IN PUBLIC SPACE! IT'S INCREDIBLY RUDE AND UNSAFE! LET'S GO HOME IF YOU WANT TO SLEEP.” Papyrus said as he picked up his brother from the bench, Sans didn’t protest and let Papyrus pick him before placing him back down, letting Sans stand with his own feet, and start walking towards the car, expecting Sans to follow, and Sans did.
As soon as they both settled in the car and buckled their seat belt.
Papyrus starts his car and begins to drive away, and with that, comfortable silence fills the air.
“BROTHE-“ “pap-“ they said in sync
And then fall into silence.
“You first, Paps.” Sans said as his younger brother nodded, “How Are You, Brother?” Papyrus asked with a soft and gentle tone, glancing at his older brother, whose smile was a bit restrained, and his gaze dropped to his lap, “same as always,” sans answer, incredibly flat, but the way his smile dropped just a little and his eyelights are a bit more dim tells Papyrus the rest, and yet, papyrus didn’t press further.
“SO?” Papyrus’s tone shifted to his normal one. “WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY?” Papyrus mentions, and Sans just shrugs, “d’know, I frogget what I wanna say.” he chuckles at his own pun, and Papyrus rolls his eyelights at his older brother's pun “STOP WITH YOUR PUN BROTHER! DO YOU WANT GRILLBYS OR NOT?”
Sans raised his eyebrows and lifted the corner of his smile a bit. “Eh? So sudden?” He said, shifting his body so he leaned to the back rest, “I ALREADY TOLD YOU ON THE PHONE, DIDN’T I?” Oh right! On the phone, “well…”
He shifts his gaze to the road and seems in deep thought’s “hmm… well… nah.” The answer was shocking to Papyrus, making him almost stomp his foot on the brake pedal, but he restrained himself because if he did, it would break the law. “NAH? IT'S THAT A NO?” “Yup” sans casually said as he slumped on his seat, not looking to papyrus disbelief face as he occasionally shifted his gaze from the road to his older brother, trying to see if his brother is joking or not…
…
Apparently, Sans isn’t joking.
…
“ARE YOU NOT GONNA EAT AGAIN TODAY? YOU KNOW IT'S NOT HEALTHY, BROTHER.” Papyrus asks, his tone filled with concern as his brow furrowed, “ ‘Ma eat today, don’t worry, but I think I’ll eat the meal and carbonara in the fridge.”
That’s it, papyrus stomped his feet on the brake pedal. Newton's laws also apply, causing their bodies to be propelled forward. Luckily, no car was behind them. “PAPS! D’hell WAS THAT?” Sans said, glaring at his younger brother, holding his chest. “O-OH I’M SORRY! I WAS JUST SHOCKED. Do You Really Want To Eat The Meal?” he asked with a hushed tone, looking at Sans with hope-filled his eyelights.
Seeing this pang of guilt squeeze his soul, just for how long did he make Papyrus worried about his well-being?
“ofc, I will! I’m sorry, Maps… making you worried about me,” Sans said, looking at his brother's eyelights that start shining at Sans' words. With a smile on his face that grows wider, and sans smile, do the same face. How can he make his cool brother so worried about him that he is totally happy when he just mentions he is going to eat?
“WELL, NO!” Paps said... wait, no?
“N-No?” sans said a bit of panic in his voice, “YES NO! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT THE LEFTOVERS! I’M MAKING YOU THE NEW ONE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS GOING TO MAKE YOU MY DEAR LAZYBONES BROTHER A NEW SPAGHETI CARBONARA!” he said as he started to move the vehicle again.
Hearing this, Sans relaxed once more, “heh, you’re the coolest guy, Papyrus.”
“OF COURSE I AM!”
“and the best chef too”
“NYEHEHEH I’M THE GREAT PAPYRUS, OF COURSE I AM”
“Can wait to try the creepy pasta of carboneara, I’m graving that right now”
“NYEHEHE I AGREE MY CARBON-…. really sans?” sans has that shit face’s grin on his face as his brother stares at him with disbelief and frowns.
He let out a chuckle, and he heard Papyrus groan. Looking down at the melva flower, he-
…
Wait
WHERE THE HELL IS THE FLOWER?
Searching in his pocket, he just found his phone and some trash. He looked down at the car carpet and around, but still no melva flower or its flowers in sight. “Uhh.. Paps?” he
“YES?”
“Can we turn back around?” he looked at the road with wide eyes, papyrus slowdown the cars with a confused face. “WHY? DO YOU FORGET SOMETHING?” Sans immediately looked towards his younger brother and nodded quickly and panically, “I have these purple flowers! I can't lose them!”
Papyrus eyes wide in realization, “OH THAT PURPLE FLOWERS THAT GLOW?” “Yes!” Sans answered almost immediately.
“WORRY NOT BROTHER! WE DON’T NEED TO TURN BACK, FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS! ALREADY SAVE THE FLOWER!” papyrus said, held his hand and opened his inventory with magic, and then a jar containing a purple melva glowing flower in it, the flower still the same, but now it looked like floating inside.
Sans slowly grabs the jar. “Oh, Stars Paps… You don’t know how grateful I am. Thank you so much.” He said, holding the glass jar close to his soul and letting sigh of relief.
“I NOTICED WHEN I FIRST ARRIVED, YOU WERE HOLDING THE FLOWERS A BIT TIGHT, SO I SAVED THE FLOWER BY TAKING IT FROM YOUR HAND AND PUTTING IT ON THE JAR! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU'RE SO FOND OF THE PRAY FLOWERS, BUT AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPY, I’M HAPPY!”
Sans was shaking from how hard he was holding his tears. How can he make his precious brother so worried about him? How can he deserve such tenderness from someone like Papyrus? But then the florist’s words cross his mind…
“Thank you, Paps, for staying and taking care of me… it must be difficult taking care of some pathetic bone bag like me.”
And with that, the silence filled the air.
“NONSENSE!” Papyrus's voice booming, “WE WERE BROTHERS, OF COURSE I WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU. YOU ARE MY DEAR LAZY BROTHER! AND DON’T THINK LOWLY OF YOURSELF! BECAUSE AS FAR AS I KNOW YOU, which my entire life, YOU ARE NOT LIKE THAT!” and with that, tears fall from Sans's sockets.
A hand softly rubbing his back, “I Do Not Know Why You're Thinking Like That, Brother, But No, You Are Not Pathetic! Stop Saying That To Yourself, Noone Thinking Like That About You, So Don’t Think About That.” Papyrus starts to make a small circle on Sans's back, shooting his older brother.
“Thank…thank you, Paps,” sans said, using the sleeve of his jacket to wipe the tears from his cheek, staring at the glowing Melva on the jar, he promised to keep remembering you. he filled with
PERSERVANCE TO KEEP MOVING
The end