"Pap?"

He stopped in his tracks. He had on that orange sweater, and shorts. You could see a thin trail of smoke coming from in front of him.
He was holding a small body in his arms.

"Human."

You blinked. He didn't sound like himself. "My name is-"

"You think I don't know your name?"

You pressed your lips together.

"So. You came to finish off the job. Well, I won't let you hurt him anymore." He turned, and you saw Sans in his arms, a crack on his skull.

You covered your mouth. "Oh no. He's not dead, right? Is he okay? Is Sans fine?"

You looked at Paps face and paused. He had a cigarette in his teeth and looked tired. But recognition flooded his face and he sighed, his shoulders drooping. "Oh, that's a relief. You must be that lady from before."

You frowned, but he just closed his eyes. "Thank god..."

"Um. Who?" You asked.

He shook his head. "No time. Let's go."
He turned on heel and kept walking.

"Wait, what happened?" You jogged after him.

"A human happened. A freaking human."

"Where are we going?" You had to jog to keep up with his long strides.

"I'm taking Sans to Undyne. She'll help him. She helped all those other monsters-"

"No!" You grabbed his sleeve. "It won't help him. Here, let me..." You held out your arms.

He looked you up and down. "What do you know?"

You cringed. "Unfortunately, a lot."

Papyrus sighed. Then gently put Sans into your arms. You frowned at him. "What is he wearing? He usually wears jackets and shorts. And you-" Underswap. Everything is swapped. "Oh."

He looked impatient. "So, what are you gonna do?"

You hefted Sans a little higher. He was surprisingly light, but the armor was making it difficult. Sans seemed a lot smaller...
"We need to get to your guys house. Come on."

Pap held the door open, and you walked in. You put Sans on the couch and ran into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?"

You ignored him and climbed onto the counter. If he's anything like my Sans, he'll keep the medical stuff right... here!
You yanked it down and took a step back. Right off the counter. You gasped, twisting as you fell-
And Pap caught you.

"Careful. Don't want anymore injuries."

Back in the living room, you sat next to Sans head and lifted it up, glancing over the crack. "Oh, that's bad."

Paps eye sockets widened. "It is!? Is he gonna be okay?"

You laughed gently. "Yeah, he should. Here, let me just-"
You pulled out the bandages, then something glinted and caught your eye.
A syringe.
You shivered and quickly closed the little box.

You watched Papyrus closely, sipping some if the coffee out of the mug. He was on his knees next to the couch, holding Sans' hand against his teeth.
You still wondered if Papyrus also kissed people the way Sans did.

"When will he wake up?"

You blinked away your thoughts and said," I'm not sure. Maybe soon?"

Paps sighed and looked back at Sans. "Okay."

His cigarette was on the table, still smoking. You wondered if that was safe.
That thought led to another.
If a human is here, and someone called error....
Were you safe?