Rest in Papyrus

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The Home Run {Closed}

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‘tis not heaviness settled within scout’s bones, but a buzzing hymn telling him to escape. it moves throughout the body, focused, half-full, just waiting for actions to be taken. though the creatures within those ruins had indeed shared a common desire for his death, they’ve also differed greatly beyond that. perhaps this skeletal stranger wields deceit to spill blood. perhaps he’s clever, cunning.  jeremy’s met such a soul.  what a fool he is, however. what a goddamn fool. a goddamn full so hungry for a single breath of air, no matter how cold said air may be. there he stands, sky-like eyes narrowed. fingers curled into a fist just in case this breath is taken from him. 

       “ —’daw, fuck off. y’er one’a ‘dem. “

       “ y’er one’a ‘dem lil’ gremlin assholes tryin’ t’kill me. “

     It should be impossible to find humor in situations like this. But fortunately, or unfortunately, it was what he did. What he nearly always did. Papyrus slowly raised a hand to his forehead, measuring himself and then lowered his hand to what he assumed the human’s height was. He raised a brow bone before saying a word.

        “..........little?”

     Alright, enough of that. He should at least try to clear this up. Honestly, he had had really wanted to kill him he would’ve been dead already. “....ya know...sometimes people end up attacking when they’re scared of something. You don’t really look all that friendly yourself....not saying you’re completely in the wrong here though.” Even with that dust on your hands.

      “....I’m not going to do anything.”

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Erus is peeking in, somewhat nervous, just a tad. *"H-Hey...P-Papyrus!"* He's wearing the bandana still, proudly showing off the black wings on the dark orange fabric. [thccrrxrxfthccentury]

“…….” A moment of surprise, but it didn’t last at all with the realization of who it was.

“Erus? What are you hiding for? Come sit next to me, it’s been a boring day.”

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     “Nah, I’ve got enough money to cover it.” He’d been so paranoid about the car originally that he had…overestimated how much it was going to cost. Maybe it was too much T.V. Those car commercials had him thinking it was going to cost him his life’s savings. Well not the car commercial exactly, but it got him thinking about it. One thought led to another until eventually he was in a panic over not affording it and the car being taken away and-

                -well it was a bit over the top.

     “I hope you don’t mind it being in cash.” Papyrus had, had instances of being denied something because they only accepted credit cards. It had only happened twice and he debunked them both times. Honestly, he may be brainless but he wasn’t stupid. Some humans….

            This human wasn’t so bad, right now at least…

     Really? Why was the human apologizing at all? Papyrus couldn’t understand. Shouldn’t he be the one apologizing? He really should be. “…you’re not really the one who needs to be sorry here.” He wanted to say that he understood how that felt. But it wasn’t a subject he ever wanted to breach. “Also before I forget-” He can’t believe it took him this long. “-my name’s Papyrus. Nice to meet someone with a good head on their shoulders.” Shit.

                                  Shit indeed.

     The joke got at least half a snort out of him. He didn’t have a morbid sense of humor, yet given the circumstances, it was at least a little bit funny. Even he had to admit there were at least a few deaths that had him rolling in the aisles as soon as he got to Satan’s condo (it exists, don’t worry about it). He’d even killed himself by laughing away into a self-induced heart attack. …Well, maybe it wasn’t so weird for him to find it amusing, then. Ha. Head on shoulders.

      Papyrus sounded like some sort of foreign name, but since monsters were kind of foreigners topside - think he heard one or two call it the surface? weird - it didn’t phase him too much. He’d heard weirder names, and at least this one wasn’t too hard to pronounce. God forbid the guy was Quvenzhané or something overly ridiculous.

     [✞] “ Cash’ll work, the boss isn’t that picky. “ And with that squared away, Kenny extended out a hand, toothy grin paired straight to it.

     [✞] “ Name’s Kenny. And it’s nice to meet somebody that’s finally got some spine around here. “ Nailed it.

     Papyrus snorted. He was really relieved that his joke had been received well at all. He usually liked to keep the dark humor to himself for obvious reasons. That one had sort of just...slipped out because he was nervous. But the returning joke had been worth the risk. It did well enough to dispel any lingering tension for him at least.

     “Nice to meet you Kenny.” He gave him a returning grin and shook his hand. As he placed his hand back into his hoodie pocket he thought to himself. He should probably try and do something to repay this kid. Especially after killing him with his car. He didn’t like the thought of pretending nothing went wrong at all. He’d be no better than them.

     “Thanks for fixing up my car and all...” He paused, hand coming to rub the underside of his chin. “Say, if you ever need a ride someplace let me know. My number should be somewhere on that clipboard. Or I could treat you to muffets, nice cafe. Not anywhere in this town though, that’s a few miles out.” He shrugged, shuffling over to his baby, his car.

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Spooky is in Season

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     So, this is what it all came down to. This is what his life had become. Sitting in a haunted house people came by to get scared. No, his job wan’t even playing the spooky skeleton. His job was to sit by the door they kept the costumes and old relics in and make sure no one touched them. It was perfect, they said, all he had to do was talk and they’d probably get scared off.

      -it wasn’t even October yet, did humans like getting scared that much? 

     Alphys had convinced Sans that this was a great way for Papyrus to get to get some quick cash since he didn’t have a good job yet…

       She was grinning the whole time.

      “Sorry but, that room’s not for anybody but the dead.”

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Vivi trotted through the ‘haunted’ house cheerfully, giggling at the overdone decor. It was pretty ridiculous what counted as scary anymore. They had real life monsters living around the neighborhood, but sure - plastic skeletons and sheet ghosts were gonna spook everyone.

Actually, she’d like to hear a monster’s opinion on the haunted house. Did they think it was funny, or offensive? Maybe they just thought it was stupid - which, it totally was, but hey, the people running the place got points for trying.

She’d just bounced into another room, only halfway paying attention to anything except her own inner commentary when someone’s voice finally brought her back to reality. She blinked in confusion for a minute, until her eyes finally landed on the skeleton by the door she’d been heading towards. 

There’s another couple of seconds of silence while her brain tried to decide if he was actually real, before her manners finally kicked in and a huge grin split her face.

“Woops! Sorry ‘bout that - guess I wasn’t payin’ attention!” She laughed brightly and clasped her hands behind her back, “Kinda wild, havin’ a spooky house in the middle of June though, ain’t it?”

     “That’s one way to put it.” Well, the human didn’t look like she was going to cause him any strife. It was easy for him to just sit around doing nothing. But sometimes it was pretty boring. Plus, how often did a human walk up and decide to strike up a normal conversation with him?

     Not that often. He didn’t exactly go out of his way to talk to them either, if he was really thinking about it. “No worries by the way, it’s kind of easy to get lost in the place.” He shrugged, sitting up as straight as he could and holding back a yawn.

      “Out of all the things I could do during this time of year, this really isn’t something I’d consider fun....” Monsters didn’t have spook houses though. History had really done a number on the concept of monsters.

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Fixed Destination {Closed}

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     Wowie, that was new. Not surprising per say, but different. Why was interacting with this….particular version of himself so…refreshing for some reason? He didn’t really feel like delving into the detailed bitty gritty of why. But at least being stuck here wasn’t going to be so bad. “Ah~ man. Starlight it is then.” He wondered how the other Papyrus got that nickname in the first place. Was he into stars like Sans was maybe? He may like to drift through the echo flowers every once and a while but stars didn’t really interest him that much. Nah, the star he really admired was the sun. 

    Spaghetti? Like an alarm, the word triggered his senses. How long had it been since he ate something? No, more importantly how long had it been since he had spaghetti? Ignoring the fact that he had neglected to eat anything that day yet so really anything would’ve sounded good to him right then. He really can’t even remember what time he started on his little…test drive. 

      Moving with just a little more speed than usual, he was drawn to the living room. He was trying not to seem excited about it, but, he didn’t get to eat spaghetti as often as he liked to. His brother couldn’t really eat his Spaghetti. The last time he tried cooking it and serving it to Sans he took one bite and kind of…froze for a minute. Then when he tried to take it away Sans insisted it was the best thing he’d ever had and ate the whole pot, ended up getting sick.

     So yeah, this was going to be a favorable experience for him. “Wow, thanks. Can’t tell you how long it’s been since I last had some pasta.” The fork was picked up with gusto. “Flavor town is one of my favorite places to go.”

   The name was picked a little more cautiously than that, albeit with a relation to Sans either way. He’d rarely ever been given compliments and kindness growing up from his peers, but his brother, his brother was always there to resonate awe and amazement at even his smallest strides. The look on his face when he got his first report card (  aces across the board, naturally  ), when he created his first puzzle, when he made his first plate of spaghetti  (  even though that, in part, was something more indescribable  ), when he first wore his battle body, when he first became an ambassador alongside Frisk… and so on. Each and every time, he was there to inspire him with just a twitch of his smile being enough to spark a light in his SOUL.

                      ❝ — my brother is a real star. ❞

     —— That damn bag of bones, always making him so sappy.

   “O— HOOOO?” Forget the honeyed thoughts of familial love! Something just as important just came up, the adoration for his prized spaghetti to a level he’d never seen before! Well, no, that wasn’t true, but… it was more of a rarity than anything else. To think that someone else could be so excited to eat a plate of his home cooking! It just… was enough to make even a grown skeleton cry!  (  Of course, the Great Papyrus did not cry, so he’d just keep that in mind metaphorically.  )

   “EXCELLENT! YES, YES, THIS IS VERY GOOD!” Perhaps he’d become a little too enthusiastic, what with the little dancing of his feet in one spot. “I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT, ONCE YOU TAKE A BITE, YOU WILL NEVER IGNORE THE DESIRE TO HAVE SPAGHETTI EVER AGAIN! YOU’LL KEEP CRAWLING BACK FOR MORE, AND I, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, WILL ALWAYS DELIVER!” After all, what kind of host —— or monster, for that matter —— would he be if he ignored one of his many, many callings? Probably a lazybones like his freaking brother.

      Wow he was really enthused about it. Well not to say that he wasn’t himself, because he was hungry. Mostly due to his own negligence but that was absolutely beside the point. The point, subject of speaking, was there was spaghetti in front of him ready to be consumed. He wasn’t one to deny himself the simple enjoyments of life. Whether it be tea with extra honey accompanied by a freshly baked spider donut or a couple jars of spaghetti sauce.

...a few jars of spaghetti sauce.

     So, he took the first bite of spaghetti, making sure to cram the biggest amount imaginable. His impulse control could be pretty dismal when it came down to food. But as he started to chew he realized- it was different, the taste, flavor, whatever you wanted to call it. But it was also....nostalgic in sense. His own pasta...was kind of like this. Only his tended to catch flame really quickly. He couldn’t quite master the art of just warm spaghetti yet. Which was ridiculous by the way, pasta noodles were the most durable food in existence.

     “It’s good.” Nevermind that he could, and would, eat just about anything. He did genuinely like the spaghetti. Though it was for other reasons than just the way it tasted. He ate without much of a complaint. “So do you cook....for a living?” He was genuinely curious. He hadn’t exactly found his niche per say. He didn’t have any motivation to do much of anything. Of course he had a couple jobs here and there, but nothing he could put his heart into.

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     So the confusion was mutual. That made him feel a little more calm. He even chuckled a bit, leaning towards seeing the situation as humorous rather than serious. Papyrus was fairly certain that this had nothing to do with RESETS at least. He would’ve felt it. There were still questions that he had, mostly out of curiosity. But for now…he was pretty tempted to drop the whole thing.

     He had enough that he was dealing with already. 

     “…yeah I remember. I wouldn’t lose my head over it.” He tapped the side of his skull for emphasize. Yes, the joke was extremely tasteless but that was just…what he did. Besides it was a lot better than saying that he saw the human decapitated by his car. To him at least.

     They way it sounded though, was that this wasn’t the first time it happened. How many times had the human died and restarted? Wait, he wasn’t even supposed to be thinking about it. But really, if the human had experienced it multiple times without being able to control it then…well he kind of felt for them.

     “Were you saying something about a discount? Just how high is my bill? Technically I already gave you either an arm or a leg for it.” He trudged over to his car, finally letting himself fawn over it. Silently of course, before turning around to the human again.        

      Was it… healthy, for a guy to just brush off seeing their mechanic die and come back to life? Mind you, that was something of a South Park staple, but this guy wasn’t some washed up human redneck that couldn’t give two shits if the sky suddenly turned purple for no reason. He highly doubted it was something cultural either, unless, perhaps, monsters like him were used to the macabre. 

      They’d been under their feet, technically, hadn’t? He vaguely wondered just how close to Hell that actually was. That’d desensitize you real fast.

                                                 …Right, right. Cars. Bills. Job. Back to the present.

      [✞] “ Uh, it’s nothing crazy. I honestly wouldn’t charge you anything, “ Kenny glanced over, rubbing out a speck of dirt off the hood with his own elbow. “ ‘Cause it was just the one thing stuck in there, but company policy and whatever. “ 

      Kenny handed the paper over from off the clipboard, gently chucking it off to the side when its purpose had been fulfilled. [✞] “ Fifty for the whole thing. You can pay cash now or call the number on there, the owner can work out plans if you need them. You wouldn’t be the first guy who couldn’t do it all at once around here. “ 

       [✞] “ And, uh… sorry about the whole… ‘decapitating myself in your car engine’ thing. Really wasn’t expecting you to remember that. “ 

     “Nah, I’ve got enough money to cover it.” He’d been so paranoid about the car originally that he had...overestimated how much it was going to cost. Maybe it was too much T.V. Those car commercials had him thinking it was going to cost him his life’s savings. Well not the car commercial exactly, but it got him thinking about it. One thought led to another until eventually he was in a panic over not affording it and the car being taken away and-

                -well it was a bit over the top.

     “I hope you don’t mind it being in cash.” Papyrus had, had instances of being denied something because they only accepted credit cards. It had only happened twice and he debunked them both times. Honestly, he may be brainless but he wasn’t stupid. Some humans....

            This human wasn’t so bad, right now at least...

     Really? Why was the human apologizing at all? Papyrus couldn’t understand. Shouldn’t he be the one apologizing? He really should be. “...you’re not really the one who needs to be sorry here.” He wanted to say that he understood how that felt. But it wasn’t a subject he ever wanted to breach. “Also before I forget-” He can’t believe it took him this long. “-my name’s Papyrus. Nice to meet someone with a good head on their shoulders.” Shit.

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Papyrus? Papyrus.

*Insert horribly out of context pun here*

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Your character has crippling self doubt but they cover it up with jokes

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Send ‘Music’ and i’ll put some lyrics from my one of my favorite songs.

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I won’t tell you what the song is though~

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Happy Munday, happy Motivational Monday, and just Overall Happy Monday. Finally got some time off tomorrow so~ freaking gonna be focused as heck on my drafts.

But...BUT...I actually have time today to...to...to do some memes! TvT ahhh it feels refreshing.

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take this test for your muse and post your results. tag as many as you’d like !  REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

TAGGED BY:  @outbraves technically? TAGGING: wanna do it? WANNA DO IT? Do it.

Warmth||46% - cold, selfish Intellect||62% - cerebral, analytical Emotional Stability||50% - irritable, moody/ level headed, calm Aggressiveness||42% -  modest, docile Liveliness||30% - somber, restrained Dutifulness||42% -  untraditional, rebellious Social Assertiveness||58% -  uninhibited, bold Sensitivity||50% -  coarse, tough/  touchy, soft Paranoia||74% -  wary, suspicious Abstractness||66% -  strange, imaginative Introversion||70% -  private, quiet Anxiety||82% -  fearful, self-doubting Openmindedness||58% -  curious, exploratory Independence||62% -  loner, craves solitude Perfectionism||38% -  disorganized, messy Tension||58% -  stressed, unsatisfied

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Spooky is in Season

     So, this is what it all came down to. This is what his life had become. Sitting in a haunted house people came by to get scared. No, his job wan’t even playing the spooky skeleton. His job was to sit by the door they kept the costumes and old relics in and make sure no one touched them. It was perfect, they said, all he had to do was talk and they’d probably get scared off.

      -it wasn’t even October yet, did humans like getting scared that much? 

     Alphys had convinced Sans that this was a great way for Papyrus to get to get some quick cash since he didn’t have a good job yet...

       She was grinning the whole time.

      “Sorry but, that room’s not for anybody but the dead.”

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If they ever made you want to kill yourself, you’ve got to live forever just to spite them.

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Fixed Destination {Closed}

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      “Heh.” He was pleased with himself, that was certain. Sans had always warned him that one day his absurd sense of humor was going to get him in trouble. But really, it was one of the few things he still got a kick out of, that never got old. Still, even as he stood up and brushed himself off, he would probably have to cut back on the jokes a bit. He didn’t want to drive the other Papyrus too far up the wall. That would just be rude. Funny yeah, but rude. He did kind of mess up the guy’s yard.

     He took a moment to familiarize himself with his surroundings. The place seemed…homey actually. It felt kind of warm in a weird gushy heartfelt way. But his attention haphazardly focused back on his counterpart. He just sort of…lingered there while the other spoke. It make him feel a little better that there was someone he could work with to try and fix things. He usually wasn’t so lucky. His brow bone raised a bit more with nearly every word the other said.

     At the heavily emphasized ‘YOU’ he nearly blinked, but a horrible grin worked its way to him face. “Spuds huh? Not bad, not bad at all.” Hardly fazed, he tested the name in his mind and found that he kind of liked it. Had a flare of some sort. “Makes sense considering that I’m pretty much rooted here for now. That’s some nice creativity you have going for ya.” There was a pause, a small snort leaving him. “So I can’t call you potato then? Not that Starlight isn’t cool, I like it. But there’s so many options.…”

         “How about Petals? Or maybe Conductor, because you always so direct. Oh I know….since you’ve got the nickname Starlight I can call you Lit.”

   “I. WHAT.” The horrified stare was sure to make it obvious that his offerings were… less than desirable. Scrounging around and organizing the groceries he’d just gotten, including fruit punch-flavored cotton candy  (  obviously a new and rare indulgence  ), Papyrus quickly voiced his chagrin. “PETALS, FINE. CONDUCTOR SOUNDS SILLY——— BUT, BUT LIT?”

   Contrary to popular, degrading belief, he was no mere kid with the purity of a pristine lake. No, he easily understood far more than what the majority of people presumed he did, and stupid weed jokes were some of those things. If he thought that was going to fly over his head, he was wrong, and if he thought that it was going to be funny, he was very wrong. It’d obviously left a sour note on his tongue, and the items were slammed into the fridge with a rougher, more careless handling than his usual. The way his nose bridge crinkled with distaste when he glanced over his shoulder, in contrast to his more mature state of intelligence, was very… very childish.

   “STARLIGHT OR PETALS IS FINE——— AND WE WILL LEAVE IT AT THAT.” With an indignant huff, upon retrieving a tupperware bowl filled with spaghetti, he shoved the door closed with a smack of the hips to its surface. “IF ANYONE IS ‘LIT’ IN THIS HOUSEHOLD, I GUESS SANS WOULD FIT THE BILL, BUT HE DOESN’T… DO THAT.” He gave a click of the teeth. “AS FAR AS I KNOW.”

   Rummaging through the cabinets to retrieve a fork, heading into the living room and setting the bowl with greater fragility than his demeanor before, his mind simmering down from the irritation of… all of that behavior. He was going to get over it, though. He did with Sans, even if his brother’s antics were honestly to a lesser extent. Come on, now—— it was time to be an excellent host!

   “DESPITE YOUR JOKES BEING THE TYPE TO MAKE ME WANT TO PLANT MY HEAD IN THE TOILET, HOWEVER, I WELCOME YOU TO MY LIVING ROOM! PLEASE ENJOY YOUR SPAGHETTI AND BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELTS. IT WILL TAKE YOU FOR A WILD ADVENTURE TO FLAVOR TOWN!”

     Wowie, that was new. Not surprising per say, but different. Why was interacting with this....particular version of himself so...refreshing for some reason? He didn’t really feel like delving into the detailed bitty gritty of why. But at least being stuck here wasn’t going to be so bad. “Ah~ man. Starlight it is then.” He wondered how the other Papyrus got that nickname in the first place. Was he into stars like Sans was maybe? He may like to drift through the echo flowers every once and a while but stars didn’t really interest him that much. Nah, the star he really admired was the sun. 

    Spaghetti? Like an alarm, the word triggered his senses. How long had it been since he ate something? No, more importantly how long had it been since he had spaghetti? Ignoring the fact that he had neglected to eat anything that day yet so really anything would’ve sounded good to him right then. He really can’t even remember what time he started on his little...test drive. 

      Moving with just a little more speed than usual, he was drawn to the living room. He was trying not to seem excited about it, but, he didn’t get to eat spaghetti as often as he liked to. His brother couldn’t really eat his Spaghetti. The last time he tried cooking it and serving it to Sans he took one bite and kind of...froze for a minute. Then when he tried to take it away Sans insisted it was the best thing he’d ever had and ate the whole pot, ended up getting sick.

     So yeah, this was going to be a favorable experience for him. “Wow, thanks. Can’t tell you how long it’s been since I last had some pasta.” The fork was picked up with gusto. “Flavor town is one of my favorite places to go.”

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     There it was, the recognition. It was nice, not just being remembered, but the short conversation they had before had uplifted him somewhat. Not that he remembered the real finer details…at least that’s what he told himself in regards to everything. At the time they had talked, there was something that moment that really brought him a decent amount of joy. But before he could even start to think about what that could’ve been the other skeleton went ahead and gave him a perfect demonstration. 

          ……did he just call him a potato man? 

     He snorted, dissolving into short fits of laughter. It was never a rarity for him to laugh but usually only his brother sans or a close friends could send him spiraling into this sort of hilarity. Something pricks at the corners of his eyes as he tried to recover from the oblivion he was drowning in. The way he regained his composure could be considered comical in of itself. Instead of sitting up straight he slumped over, looking as if he’d won something special in the title potato man. 

     Wow, he kind of wished he had tried to go back to that echo flower. He could almost forget about why he was even there in the first place. It was the strangest thing seeing someone that was so similar to him and so..ah…happy? No that was not it. He was really…energized! He had…

…..he was distracting himself again. 

     “Sorry about this.” He gestured to some of the burned remains of the yard. He wasn’t really sure how to explain it. He managed to keep his brother away from anything like this, regardless of if it would help or not. “I managed to have a small accident. I wasn’t aiming to end up here. But rest your bones, I’ll try not to be here for lawn.” 

   “OKAY, NO.” Oh dear stars, he wasn’t just like Sans. Heavens, no. He was worse than Sans. Sweet baby Delta Rune angels on a cracker, this was going to be a turbulent ride, wasn’t it? This was going to get really old, really fast——— but it obviously wasn’t obscuring his vision here. He was a fellow Papyrus in need of help, lost in a timeline not his own, and he himself was the generous sort! The desire to aid someone always overrode the need to gag over someone being a total try-hard.

   “I’M GOING TO PRETEND YOU NEVER SAID THAT AND JUST INVITE YOU INSIDE.” With a groan, Papyrus ushered him towards the back door and urged him inside, insistent to help him, despite their… odd meetings. The groceries were still left haphazardly dropped onto the counter, the bag drooping slightly with an apple rolling out onto the marble. It’s a good thing he always kept spaghetti on hand, or else he’d not have very much to share with him but apples, raw lasagna noodles, and candy. So. Much. Candy.

   “LOOK, I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU MANAGED THAT ‘SMALL’ ACCIDENT WITH, LIKE, A MILLION QUOTATION MARKS, BUT I’M SURE MY BROTHER CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET YOU HOME. IN THE MEANTIME, MY HOUSE IS NOW YOUR HOUSE!” He was brimming with optimism and kindness, ready to be the best goddamn host. He had an impression to leave on his other self, after all. “AS FOR ME, YOU NEED NOT CALL ME A POTATO, YOU ABSOLUTE GOOFUS. MY ALTERNATES TEND TO CALL ME STARLIGHT, SO——— MAKE WHAT YOU WILL OF THAT.

   “AND YOU——” He jabbed a fingertip towards his smug, stupid grin. Worse than Sans. “—— ARE OFFICIALLY ‘SPUDS’. I WILL ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES. SPUDS IT IS.”

      “Heh.” He was pleased with himself, that was certain. Sans had always warned him that one day his absurd sense of humor was going to get him in trouble. But really, it was one of the few things he still got a kick out of, that never got old. Still, even as he stood up and brushed himself off, he would probably have to cut back on the jokes a bit. He didn’t want to drive the other Papyrus too far up the wall. That would just be rude. Funny yeah, but rude. He did kind of mess up the guy’s yard.

     He took a moment to familiarize himself with his surroundings. The place seemed...homey actually. It felt kind of warm in a weird gushy heartfelt way. But his attention haphazardly focused back on his counterpart. He just sort of...lingered there while the other spoke. It make him feel a little better that there was someone he could work with to try and fix things. He usually wasn’t so lucky. His brow bone raised a bit more with nearly every word the other said.

     At the heavily emphasized ‘YOU’ he nearly blinked, but a horrible grin worked its way to him face. “Spuds huh? Not bad, not bad at all.” Hardly fazed, he tested the name in his mind and found that he kind of liked it. Had a flare of some sort. “Makes sense considering that I’m pretty much rooted here for now. That’s some nice creativity you have going for ya.” There was a pause, a small snort leaving him. “So I can’t call you potato then? Not that Starlight isn’t cool, I like it. But there’s so many options....”

         “How about Petals? Or maybe Conductor, because you always so direct. Oh I know....since you’ve got the nickname Starlight I can call you Lit.”

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bonesandbeans:

     An entire pack on cigarettes had been used to the point that even his bones started to smell like it. An entire night of thinking, reevaluating with repeated lines of nothing being entirely his fault. Liar. Papyrus slept the night away, not really.Then he left the house after making sure he didn’t smell like a walking cancer stick. Not the worst start to the day.

     It’s been much worse. The whole incident from the day before could be counted as nothing in comparison. Papyrus could never linger on anything for that long anyways. Hm…wow that was a bit too sarcastic. Focus, today he would have his car back and he could forget the whole thing ever happened. That was his most prominent thought on the way to the garage. 

     Pause-

     What the hell? He was not imagining yesterday, that definitely happened. The human died, there were police, an ambulance, and he still had images that he was still shoving towards the back of his skull with everything else. Papyrus couldn’t even register the fact that his car was fixed, completely ready for him to leave and never look back. Because how was the human still alive?  

     This wasn’t supposed to happen on the surface. Resets did NOT exist here. They’ve never…even if there was one they all just ended up back underground. It’s never applied to just one person- just- that-…no. This did not make any sense. While he gathered the details of what the human said, he had to try and get this out of the way first. It would drive him nuts otherwise. “Hey uh….human….weren’t you pushing up daisies yesterday?” 

     Although he’d been fiddling with the keys for the most part, swinging them around and playing with the grooves just to make sure he didn’t fall over asleep, it took only a few seconds after the skeleton finished his speech for Kenny to freeze in said motions, eyes side with eyebrows raised to a perplexed degree. 

     No one remembered his deaths. It’d always been the one consistent thing surrounding it all, and, although frustrating to unspeakable degrees, he’d more or less gotten used to the concept over the years. Kenny had been pushing daisies since he was born, and at seventeen, his frantic memory questionnaires he threw at his friends and family had dissipated, and South Park had more or less forgotten those claims too. 

     But could this guy - this random ass dude without even a lick of skin on his back - actually recall his head getting smashed in his own car’s hood? Did the curse just not apply to monsters or, in some random instance, hadn’t worked due to some unforseen loophole he hadn’t caught onto yet? 

     The hooded teen glanced over the to recently cleaned and repaired vehicle with the softest of shrugs. [✞] “ Uh… yeah. I… I guess I did. “

                     Weird, confirming such an inquiry out loud. Who would’ve thought?

      [✞] “ You… remember that? “ Kenny blinked, fidgeting returning to his hands as the key swung around a few more times around his finger. From nerves, surely, but - good nerves, if such a thing exists. “ Like, for real? You’re not fucking with me ‘cause you want some kind of discount bullshit? ‘Cause I’m not authorized to give you that unless you’re gonna sue us. “ 

     So the confusion was mutual. That made him feel a little more calm. He even chuckled a bit, leaning towards seeing the situation as humorous rather than serious. Papyrus was fairly certain that this had nothing to do with RESETS at least. He would’ve felt it. There were still questions that he had, mostly out of curiosity. But for now...he was pretty tempted to drop the whole thing.

     He had enough that he was dealing with already. 

     “...yeah I remember. I wouldn’t lose my head over it.” He tapped the side of his skull for emphasize. Yes, the joke was extremely tasteless but that was just...what he did. Besides it was a lot better than saying that he saw the human decapitated by his car. To him at least.

     They way it sounded though, was that this wasn’t the first time it happened. How many times had the human died and restarted? Wait, he wasn’t even supposed to be thinking about it. But really, if the human had experienced it multiple times without being able to control it then...well he kind of felt for them.

     “Were you saying something about a discount? Just how high is my bill? Technically I already gave you either an arm or a leg for it.” He trudged over to his car, finally letting himself fawn over it. Silently of course, before turning around to the human again.