I Wish You Would Make A Fic Where Papyrus Turns Into A Dragon And Sans Finds Him And Is Quite Suprised/maybe

I wish you would make a fic where Papyrus turns into a dragon and Sans finds him and is quite suprised/maybe doesn't even know it is him? 😶✨

Ahh! Pst. I like this idea/au thing, btw. Not sure what it’s called specifically though. Thank you for giving me the suggestion! :3 XD~~~~~“SANS! I’M HOME FROM TRAINING! I AM GOING TO RETIRE TO MY ROOM EARLY TODAY!” Papyrus cried from the entryway, already making his way past his brother, who sat on the couch, reading some sort of physics or joke book. Papyrus really couldn’t tell anymore.

Sans glanced up from his reading to his brother’s retreating form. “sure thing, bro.”

Sans watched the taller skeleton drag his feet all the way up the stairs, tugging on his scarf to loosen the tangled red fabric from his neck. Sans found it odd to see Papyrus so worn out. He was always so uppety and excited about everything, especially after a training with Undyne. His little brother never seemed to run out of energy. Maybe he just overworked himself today.

“you need anything, paps?” Sans asked before he disappeared into his room for the night.

“NO THANK YOU, BROTHER.”

With that, Papyrus shut his door and locked it, something he usually never did, but he wanted privacy today. He slid down against the door, shaking. He looked down at his gloved hands and how they trembled. He pulled them off, watching as his phalanges began to morph into claws once more.

Papyrus had been so shocked earlier today when he had started coming back from training. He’d felt his bones ache, and at first he’d congratulated himself of the pain, thinking that he’d succeeded in working out hard enough, but the ache began to burn in his marrow, making him stop halfway through waterfall. He had held his sides, feeling his soul expand and contract wildly, his form seeming to shift and bones cracking. He nearly screamed when he fell to his knees, catching a glimpse of a gaster blaster skull in the reflection of the glowing blue waters. He grew even more confused and afraid when that skull screamed with him. 

Papyrus, panicking, cut off the magic that was flowing from him and fought back this change. In a matter of long minutes, Papyrus somehow had himself under control and was breathing hard, his armor slightly pulled apart at the seams, but he was back to normal. He ran home furiously, in a blurred state, the adrenaline to get someplace safe making him go faster despite his exhaustion.

His stretched out red gloves lay below him, as if mocking normality. Papyrus whimpered, afraid as his hands returned to their average shape.

He wondered if he should ask Sans about this. Maybe it was a skeleton thing, maybe it was normal. If so, then it was nothing the great Papyrus couldn’t handle! Right?

Suddenly a sharp pain drove through his chest and he gripped his ribs as they shook against his armor. Papyrus held his head, which only made his panic worse when he could feel his bone crawling and moving beneath his hands.

From downstairs, the half asleep older brother jumped in alarm when he heard a scream coming from Papyrus’ bedroom.

In a flash, Sans was in front of the taped up door with signs and writing in the wood. He rapped his boney knuckles against the frame.

“paps? are you okay in there?” He called.

There wasn’t any answer other than some sort of scratching on the door.

“paps, i’m comin’ in.” He said, turning the knob, but it didn’t budge, “papyrus? the door’s locked?”

Sans began to panic, pressing the side of his skull to the door when it went silent after a moment.

“papyrus? i’m gonna teleport in there.”

There was a loud “NO!” but it turned into a gargle and roaring noise.

Afraid someone was in there hurting the skeleton brother, Sans ignored the protest, eye flashing yellow and blue and the world clicked around him until he was standing by Papyrus’ bed, back facing the race car frame.

“paps?” He called, glancing around the room.

His brother’s armor was strewn about, ripped and ruined, massive claw marks decorating the wooden floors.

Behind Sans, orange mist drifted up and out of the nostrils of a large skull, muzzle long and narrow and jaw clamped shut as dagger like teeth interlocked in a deadly smile. The large sockets held two little orange lights that burned bright and afraid as they stared at the little skeleton below him, who seemed even smaller in this state. His back was arched like a cats, the long vertebrates making a tail that curled twice around one of the canine looking ankles. All four paws were pressed to the center of the race car bed, frightened that the claws could unwillingly damage anything in the room. Pressed to the narrow cage of ribs were two extra limbs, the un-membraned wings hugging the bone dragon’s chest.

Papyrus was afraid to move, not wanting to alert Sans, but he knew that only Sans would be able to help.

Shakily, Papyrus raised a claw to tap Sans’ shoulder.

It was as if in slow motion, that Sans turned around and locked on the monster that stood on his brother’s bed.

There was a moment of silence, and Papyrus almost sighed, thinking that Sans recognized him, until the shorter skeleton let out the loudest scream Papyrus had ever heard.

Papyrus flinched so hard that he rolled off the bed, and Sans’ eye flashed blue and yellow as he aimed to capture Papyrus’ soul. When it pinged blue, Papyrus yelped as his newfound body became heavier.

“where’s my brother! where’s papyrus!?” Sans cried, smile tight and angry.

The large bone dragon let out a roar, trying to explain, but Sans didn’t understand.

He pushed the soul away from him, sending Papyrus into the far wall.

The oversized skeleton let out another yelp and and he scrambled to get to his feet.

“what did you do!?” Sans growled, hand clenched.

Papyrus curled up, whimpering. Sans didn’t know it was him. And Papyrus hardly recognized his usually lazy brother as well. This short, blue clad skeleton was angry, strong, calculated. Papyrus didn’t know what to do, and his tail curled around his front paws as a few orange tears slipped from the giant sockets.

Sans recognized those fat tears. They glowed with the same brave, energetic magic that his brother used.

Sans’ magic fell, releasing this skeletal creature.

“p-paps?” he asked in shock, reaching out to set a hand against the creature’s muzzle.

Papyrus’ sockets closed and he leaned into the hand, frightened and feeling alone.

“gods, paps, i’m so sorry!” Sans cried, wrapping his arms around hit little, uh, bigger brother.

The dragon’s paw slammed against Sans’ back, in a supposed to be gentle pat.

“heh. you’re trying to comfort me? paps, you’re the one crying and... like this. what happened?” he asked, making motions to his new body.

Papyrus went to explain, but all that came from between his sharpened teeth were roars and growls.

“uh, i can’t understand ya, paps.”

The dragon slapped his face, and he sat on his tail, raising his arms in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture.

Sans stroked the muzzle and a rumbling purr came from Papyrus’ chest.

“can ya... change back, paps?” he asked, and Papyrus crouched.

Papyrus leaned down and closed his eyes, trying to calm his rapidly pulsing soul.

After a few minutes, Papyrus whined and shook his giant head.

Sans sighed. “we’ll... we’ll figure this out, paps. i promise, i’ll help ya. gez, i guess you’re gonna need a bigger bed, huh?” Sans tried to joke.

Papyrus glared at him.

“i mean, you don’t want any limbs to /drag on/ the floor do you?”

Papyrus’ little eye lights expanded and he growled.

“what, i may be /winging/ it, but i ain’t telling a /tail/.”

Papyrus let out a screeching roar, eyes bulging and Sans laughed.

Yup, it definitely was his Paps.