Your thoughts were clouding your mind, you we’re running as fast as you could over to your friend, swap’s house. You couldn’t let them take control of you this time, you just couldn’t. You wouldn’t allow it. You banged on the door as tears welled up in your eyes, but no answer. This sucks, are you gonna get out of control again..? Is that how it works? Like all the other times? Eventually.. someone opened the door..?

It was papyrus, that classic cigarette in his mouth as he looked down at you, a sorrowful expression appearing on his face as he saw your poor condition. He’d grab ahold of your hand and wouldn’t say anything, knowing that he wasn’t the one you wanted to talk to, but instead his own brother, swap. They’ve seen you like this before, and it wasn’t surprising, but that didn’t make it any more better, not like it ever would’ve

You went up the stairs with him, papyrus knocking on sans’s room a quiet three times, the door almost opening immediately.. and the rest of the time sans’s room was filled with loud sobs and even the sound of something breaking, and it was you.. it always was. Afterwards, you were just on sans’s bed, looking completely pathetic as sans was sitting next to you. He grabbed a tissue, wiping some of the tears of your face

“You did so good. Letting all those emotions out! Look at you..!”

He tossed the wet tissue into the trash as his classic smile was still a little down, but he made it look reassuring. He seemed genuinely happy for you, since you almost never cry when you vent to him, but you did it for the second, third time. No one has ever seemed to glad about such a small thing, or what it seemed for you it was small