"SANS, WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?" Papyrus paces around Sans. "I TOLD YOU IT WAS A BAD—"

"yeah, i know. i know." Sans grits. "doncha think i'm also blaming me for this?"

You're laid in bed because Sans decided to take you on sentry duty with him. Papyrus told him you were too frail, but Sans saw how excited you were and caved. But today, a human came. They had hurt you and Sans had rushed in to take you home.

Sans puts a hand on your shoulder. It’s supposed to be comforting; he’s not sure it is.