His hand is entwined in mine and my face is only getting redder. I turn to face him only to see a faint red glow on his own face.
"What is this." He asks me. I look at him and he seems frustrated... and.... confused.
"What is what?" I ask, my voice shaking.
"Why can't I get ya outta my head?" He asks. "Why are ya doin' this to me?" Before I can respond he turns away from me. Hiding his face and he lets go of my hand.
"I don't know." I reply.
I hear sniffles coming from him, but why? Why is he crying?
"Please stop." That's all he says and then he disappears.
My hand trembles and I clench my jaw. "I'm sorry." I wipe my tears and teleport home. I sit in my room and I think. I think about him, I think about me, and I think about his face. He looked like he was in pain. I wanted to help him. I wanted to protect him from whatever is making him look that way, but... What if that thing... Is me?
"DEAR BROTHER!" I jump at the sound of my brother's voice. "WHY ARE YOU CRYING?" Paps comes and sits by me.
"I'm not crying, Paps. My eye-sockets are just watering." I such wiping my tears.
"WORRY NOT, DEAR BROTHER! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE YOU MORE.... SPAGHETTI!!"
"Great." I say sarcastically.
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Kustard
FanfictionWhen Classic is asked who he is by red sans he starts wondering who he is and who he wants to be. Classic Sans and Red Sans are very different and yet so alike. They feel the need to protect each other and be with each other at all times. Perhaps th...
