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check out this art my Lofter buddy made for Dr. Sans ///
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”
You sighed deeply, hearing Papyrus’s words, as if he was being a child.
“I’m just… really not feeling well right now. Would you let me have some rest?”
Caressing your temples, you felt exhausted having to deal with his cordial invitation of a movie night at Undyne’s after what had happened the past few days.
“Then you have to go! The movie can have you invigorated in no time!”
“I’m really tired, okay?”
“Why not—”
“Cause I hate your fucking friends.”
Blurting out words that sounded harsher than they looked and seeing his hurt face as his cheerful smile now gone, you instinctively set down your mug and went over to hug him in an attempt to comfort.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.”
Papyrus patted your head gently, one arm embracing your form as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He’s such a huge teddy bear sometimes, you have to admit, and he really knows how to console a friend. That moment, you thought about telling him everything, about what happened just two nights ago right in this very apartment, how long you had been harboring feelings for his brother, how much your soul craves him to be your soulmate—
But he didn’t give you a chance to confess, because seconds later, you heard he spoke over your head.
“Let’s get you out of here, you need to meet some people and have some fun.”
He tugged at your arm, leading the both of you out of your apartment.
You and Papyrus were padding along the pavement on the way to Undyne’s house. He occasionally glanced at you focusing on the funny color of your shoes.
“Something on your mind?”
Raising your head up, you turned to offer him a small smile.
“Nothi—”
“Wait. Let me guess, didn’t get laid on your first heat?”
“Hey! When did you get so— Never mind.”
You face palmed yourself, wishing none of the passers-by had heard him.
“Anyways, Sans told me you did pretty well during your heat. Congratulations! I know it’s hard for most humans.”
“Yeah—”
“When’s your next appointment? I know you just got your physical examinations today but I need to tell Sans to be more careful with you next time— You look awful right now!”
Your souls dimmed upon hearing those words.
“Pap, here’s the thing. Your brother is no longer my doctor now. I did the examination with Dr. Williams today, you know him right?—”
“What?! What did he do? OH MY GOD. I knew this would happen! I must apologize for Sans, please forgive him for being an indolent skeleton all the time—”
“Pap, he did nothing wrong.”
You knew it was inevitable. The very first moment months ago when you strode out of the hospital building and sat on your car, putting your hand over your chest, tasting the sweet sensation of hormones rushing in your veins, you knew. It was a battle you were bound to lose.
“Then why don’t you want him to be your doctor anymore?”
You felt as if a lump had grown in your throat.
“It’s actually— wait, is Sans coming to Undyne’s?”
“Why, of course!”
“Well, uh, would you do me a favor and don’t bring this up?”
If there had been someone, anyone, to ask how you were doing after that night, or that noon, you couldn’t have said a word. You felt such ineffable pain that, you had no words, or strength, to convey what your soul had been through.
“What? You are still a virgin? It’s completely alright—”
“NO, Pap! Don’t bring the ‘Sans no longer my doctor’ topic up! I just… I don’t want anybody else to know, okay?” Besides, you didn’t want to kindle the gas in the tin of gossip.
He looked at you weirdly, seeming to grasp at something he just missed before he replied,
“BEST FRIENDS CAN’T SAY NO TO EACH OTHER! Don’t worry, I’ll keep my teeth shut.”
You giggled softly at his choice of words. If only Pap were your boyfriend.
“Thanks. So, uh… you said we are going to watch a movie at the party?”
“OH YES! ‘THE SHINING’. I CHOSE IT FOR US! THE NAME’S SO LOVELY! DOES IT NOT REMIND YOU OF STARS?”
“Oh Pap…It’s a horror movie!”
“IT’S ALRIGHT. THE GREAT PAPYRUS FEARS NOTHING, NOR DO UNDYNE! WE CAN MAKE COURAGE AS THE PARTY THEME! WOWIE, SOUNDS AWESOME! WHOEVER LEAVES FIRST LOSE AND… ”
Goosebumps crawled over your skin, you were not a fan of horror movies.
“What about the person or monsters that don’t like to watch horror movies, Pap? Pap!”
Seeing that he was already busy in his head with his plans and that he usually was too stubborn to negotiate with, you gave up trying to talk him out of this.
Few minutes later, you two were at Undyne’s house.
You went through the gate and saw that, hurriedly approaching you, was Undyne’s girlfriend, Alphys.
“H-hello Y/N, hello Papyrus! You are f-finally h-here.”
You loved that chubby little monster, you loved her fierce but good-natured girlfriend—you loved their delicate but tight and well fostered relationship—
“Sorry we’re late, we kinda walked here from my apartment.”
“O-oh, it’s f-fine! We’re just g-glad you c-came!”
Papyrus jumped a little at her welcome words, “WHAT? NOOO, ARE WE THE LAST ONE TO ARRIVE?”
“Not really. Technically, if you get in the house before I do, that would make me the last one to arrive.”
His eyes gleamed and he set himself ready for running before he rushed across the yard, leaving you and Alphys idly pacing towards him, laughing.
Yelling with excitement as he stepped into the house, he threw his arms up and did a victory “TOOT-TOOT!”.
“Alright, alright,” you shouted, “you are The Greatest!”
The living room was crowded and full of exciting chatter when the two of you walked in. Right, Pap was so intending on making you the last one to arrive that he went in already. Now, so much for breaking the ice, yes, you were still below the acquaintance level, invisible to most of the monsters presented, especially when they were busy socializing—
“H-hey everyone! It’s Y/N!” Well, aside from a few, you guessed.
“Alphys? Need you here in the kitchen!!” You heard Undyne’s yelling from a distance and Alphys excused herself, blushing and all that.
Monsters in the living room threw you glances and smiles to greet you, though obviously too distracted by those tremendously interesting conversations they were having, and they quickly returned to their previous state.
You waved awkwardly at them, and you decided you should take a sit on the sofa. Calculating on where would the chance you get squished on occupied couch be lowest, you stayed like that before someone hugged you on your waist.
You turned your head to find the familiar fuzzy hair below your chest.
“FRISK!! Pap didn’t tell me you are coming too!”
“Mom said I could come if I finish my homework first, so I finished it in a flash!” Frisk continued to nuzzle against you and you chuckled.
“Aren’t you the smartest kid in the world. Where’s your mom?”
“She’s in the kitchen, making popcorns and pies with Flowey and everyone.”
Frisk knew you, that, you were not coming to the party for those monsters that were sitting there, chatting things that you were never really interested in. So, that means Sans is in the kitchen as well? Given that he had never helped with baking or whatever before, and you couldn’t spot him anywhere on the sofa, you could only presume that he was in the kitchen because of you. To avoid you, that is.
“Let’s just go to the kitchen and see how the pie is going. I heard they are playing a horror movie tonight. Does Toriel know that?” You held Frisk’s hand and led the kid to the kitchen.
“What? Really?! That’s awesome! Mom never let me watch that!” The child cheered, heart singing rejoicing.
“I take it as a no.” you faked an over-exaggerated sigh.
Approaching the kitchen, you can hear some arguing going on several feet away.
“—kid present, Undyne! You can’t put on a horror movie tonight.”
“That punk is 13 years old! Of course it would be alright.”
“IT WOULD BE A TEST TO SEE IF FRISK IS QUALIFIED TO BE A WARRIOR!”
“No, no—”
“Mom, what warriors?” Frisk clearly heard that as well, and the kid let go of your hand to hurry into the kitchen, joining the conversation.
“We don’t—”
“DO YOU WANT TO BE A WARRIOR?”
“I do! I do!”
“Then take the challenge PUNK!”
You could tell from across the room that Toriel was worried sick about the child, caring deeply for others was her nature, but—
“heya.”
You screeched and heat came up to your rosy cheeks. It appeared that Sans was just around the corner, leaning against the wall, doing absolutely nothing.
“H-hey.”
Then you fell into an uncomfortable silence. Your soul was pulsing and buzzing again, only you couldn’t see that. What do you say now? Pies smell great? Glad we’re watching The Shining tonight? That you’re scared of it? That you wanted him to hold you through the movie and never let go again? You could see from your peripheral vision that he opened his mouth and closed it several times, taking breaths that were unnecessary for a skeleton without lungs. Is he as nervous as you are?
“heard you did a physical this morning. how’s that? didn’t expect this high efficiency from dr.williams though.”
“L-like you ever tried to be as effective as him. It’s all good.”
Exchanging unimportant words if met on someone else’s party. Is that what you are now?
“well, that’s great. let’s go watch the movie, the snacks are all ready.” He gestured towards Toriel holding a pie passing in front of you and you realized the arguing was over too.
“Guess Frisk’s not gonna be sleeping tonight.”
He chortled half-heartedly and followed the others into the living room.
The rest of the evening went well, even if Sans didn’t hold you through the movie, you had sat on Papyrus’s lap with him covering your eyes whenever the scene got too scary.
Until you felt stings in your lower abdomen. It started out funny, like someone was poking in your body, but it soon became painful enough that putting your arms around yourself and crouching couldn’t ease the dull ache no more.
“P-pap. I-I’m not feeling well. I’m going to use the bathroom.”
You slid out of his embrace and saw him absent-mindedly nodded. Meanwhile, you felt something hot gushing out of your lower region. God, what’s happening?
You were appalled by the time you sat on the toilet and found out what was happening to you.
—There was blood on your panties. The sight and the smell of copper made you slightly dizzy. You tried to wipe some of the blood off using toilet paper, you even tried to stop yourself from bleeding covering your lower region with it hoping things would be just as easy to handle as everyday-nose-bleeding.
What do I do? What do I do? You rubbed your palms anxiously against your knee, then you fished your phone out your pockets. Calm down. I’m alright. There’s nothing Google can’t tell me.
Your hands were shaking terribly when you typed in ‘Vagina Bleeding’ in the search bar.
Vaginal bleeding
∙Also called: abnormal vaginal bleeding
Any vaginal bleeding unrelated to normal menstruation.
∙Common causes of this symptom:
Vaginal bleeding can have causes that aren't due to underlying disease. Examples include menstruation, objects in the body (such as an IUD), medication side effects, or childbirth.
∙Seeking medical care
∙Health conditions related to this search—
A soft knocking on the bathroom door interrupted your researching.
“y/n? are you ok? pap said you weren’t feeling alright?”
Startled, you dropped the phone on the floor. Even if the voice was muffled, you could tell it was Sans.
“y/n? you there?”
You bent down to pick up your phone and saw a drop of blood on the floor. God, you have to clean that up.
“Y-YEAH! My uh,*squeak* my—I’m bleeding, f-from uh, from down south and I don’t—” Tossing the blood stained paper tower away you exhaled a relieved breath. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
There was pregnant a pause before he said, “it’s going to be fine, y/n. it’s a natural process of your body that happens after the heat if pregnancy did not occur.” His voice was soothing, and his explanation had appeased your perturbed mind.
There were footsteps at the door, and you heard several of your friends had come to ask Sans about what happened to you. You couldn’t quite make it what they were talking about, but you were sure Sans’ punny and phlegmatic nature handled them well.
You stayed in the bathroom for another 5 minutes, feeling your head about to tip off your shoulders staring at the blood.
“Y/N? Would you come out? We think we should get you home now.” Tori’s gentle voice reminded you of a mother, the kind that bakes muffins and makes tea for you at home after your long day, and gives you fluffy goat-hugs to cheer you up.
“S-sure. One sec.”
After some messy fumbling with your jeans, you stood up and unlocked the door. Standing outside and waiting, a look of worry on her face, was Toriel. Seeing your pale face that she figured resulted either from the loss of blood or the shock and fear of still unfamiliar menstruation for you, she had asked Sans to teleport you home.
“N-no, you d-don’t have to—” you stuttered and stumbled forward, a wave of pain hitting you like a train.
A bony arm had wrapped around your middle section to steady you and you instantly clutched at it. Damn. Let go of his hand you stupid little girl! — Then you felt something warm around your waist, Sans had shrugged off his hoodie to tie it around you, obscuring the blood stain on your jeans. You turned to look at him, face only inches away, and his magic was radiating warmth beneath the guise of his bone, much like the other day—
“something on my bone?” You squeaked yet again and shrank away.
Undyne crossed her arms on the chest, “Don’t tease her, Sans! ‘Girl needs to go.”
A few of the other monsters had merged from the living room to see what was happening.
You suddenly felt sorry that you had messed things up again. To be honest, you shouldn’t even come here in the first place. You should be at home, watching some god awful movies alone, or ordering exotic food from the newly opened restaurant blocks away from your apartment. You could be doing anything, be with anyone, but not here, not with Sans. God, this awful natural process lies you on the bed of nails. Sans had been there to guard you while you were busy hugging your friends and saying bye byes to them out of his instinctive concern as your former doctor.
He never teleported you with him before, or took you home after a party, nor did you think he ever would. But this evening, as a consequence of the incident, he had done it. He had put his hand around the back of your neck and murmured, “let’s get you home.” And just like that, like a magic show you had watched when you were a kid, ‘poof’!, you were at home.
It was dark, and you stayed in his arms for a bit longer before you went turning the lights on. ‘Wait for the urge to throw up to dissipate’ as anyone would put it.
Sans decided he’d better have some control over the tensing air and not let the silence become unbearable. “so, there are a few things about menstruation you should know…”
He began explaining, as he went on, making the whole thing easier for you to understand. You seemed like you were in a trance, the result of pain or something else, he didn’t know. When he went far enough to bought tampons and pads for you, taught you how to use them and felt drowsiness vaguely prod at his spine, he knew it was his cue to leave.
“Are we still friends?” He heard you asked, rather timidly, in a way that he wanted to hold you a tad longer.
The moonlight gently poured in through the window glass, promising more than it can actually deliver.
Like he said, it was his cue to leave.
He arrived at home and found Papyrus waiting on the couch for him.
“How’s Y/N?”
“she’s fine, probably sleeping right now. speaking of— i’m kinda bone-tired as well.”
“Sans—”
He kept walking upstairs.
“maybe next time, bro. i’m not kidding about that bone-tired part.”
As he closed the door behind him, he could hear a heavy sigh coming upstairs from the living room.
god. i’m such a coward. He thought.