Silently Sleeping (Underswap!Papyrus x Reader)

~Chapter 8-My past, my sister~

"Don't touch me!" You hiss, hiding behind the couch.

"But we need to change your bandages!" Sans pleads, hoping you would willingly come out.

You shrink down further, glaring at the two.

"Not a chance, cutie and dumber." You growl, making Papyrus slap a hand over his forehead.

"Who's cutie and who's dumber?" Sans asks.

You couldn't contain a smile, pointing to Papyrus while laughing.

"You're dumber!"

He crosses his arms, still giving you that devilish smile.

"And you're cutie!" You point to Sans.

Papyrus steps forward, quickly grabbing your wrist and flipping your over the couch. You land in his arms, eyes wide and jaw open. He high fives Sans who just smiled innocently.

"You- YOU!" You try to come up with an insult, punching and kicking, hoping Papyrus would somehow let you go.

You retract your arms to your chest when he sets you down on the couch. You would have to take off your sweater so they could get to the cut. That makes you feel super uncomfortable. They're guys. Those thoughts always go through their head.

"Come on, kid. It's not that bad." Papyrus tries to convence you, kneeling down in front of you.

"I just don't feel comfortable with... letting guys take off my sweater." You lie, turning beet red.

Papyrus glances over to Sans only to be looked back at. They blush, not really thinking that thought over.

"Just promise not to be pervs, okay?" You narrow your eyes, tilting your head back.

"I won't look!" Sans covers his eyesockets, only to peek through his fingers.

"I'll try not to look." Papyrus smirks, which gets him a slap across the arm.

You huff, lacing your fingers around the edge of your sweater before pulling it off. Sans couldn't help but blush, turning his head away. You avoid eye contact, holding out your gash slightly. You pull your sweater over your chest, covering your bra barely.

"Just clean it so I can put back on my sweater, please!" You turn your head away so you wouldn't have to see their facial expressions. Papyrus was blushing that's for sure.

"Alright," Papyrus murmurs, unwrapping your cut with shakey hands.

Sans turns back, peeking just a little. He couldn't help but think you had a familiar body type to someone he knew, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He also didn't notice the cuts on your wrists since they had faded somewhat.

Your gash was quickly cleaned and wrapped, letting you put back on your sweater.

"Thanks Papyrus..." You grumble, feeling somewhat warmer with your sweater on.

"Yeah, no problem." He mumbles, quickly walking into the kitchen to throw away the old, bloody bandages.

Sans sits down beside you, twiddling his thumbs in nervousness. You lay your head on his shoulder, enjoying his presence. Papyrus walks back in, not thinking twice about sitting down on the couch next to you.

A knock on the door makes you jerk, hoping it wasn't that knight again. Sans jumps up and trotts over to the door. You curl up to Papyrus side, snuggling up under his arm. After swinging open the door, a certain cheerful spider scrambles into the room, ignoring Sans completely.

"Papyrus, I need to tell you something urgent!" She strains, looking absolutely stressed.

She doesn't even spare you a glance, making you feel somewhat hurt.

"What's wrong?" He asks calmly.

You suddenly scream, springing off the couch, gripping your arm tightly. Sans flinches, Muffet looked confused, and Papyrus gets off the couch.

"S-something touched me!" You stutter, pulling up your sleeve so that everyone could see the red fingerprints on your skin.

Papyrus pulls you into a hug, letting you cry into his waist since he was too tall for you to cry into his chest.

"I was going to say that there's someone or something in Snowdin, going after certain monsters." She hands Papyrus a note, leaving without another word.

He looks down at the note, raising a browbone at the writing, hoping this was just some kind of prank.

'Take care of (Y/n), okay?'

He crumbles the note in his hand, not daring to let you or Sans see it.

You grip onto Papyrus' hoodie as fear takes control of your body, making you tremble as a soft, familiar voice echos in the back of your head.

One you haven't heard since two, painful, overwhelming years ago.

"Miss me, (Y/n)? My friends and I can't wait to see you in person!"

You take a deep breath, crying harder as Papyrus pats your back, looking over to Sans who stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Tell Papy I said hi, won't you,