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NPC to meet you // Accepting
Sans was doing his best not to lose his marbles. Papyrus was peering out of the alleyway, a long thin shadow in the night. His hat was cocked at an odd angle, making his brother look even more terrifying than the big ol’ softie he actually was.
“I DON’T SEE IT,” Papyrus admitted. Sans squeezed into the minute space between brother and wall, frustration lining every inch of his face.
“there! look, look! right. there! see, he’s there!”
“THERE’S NO ONE- OH!” Pap’s face lit up like the fourth of July. “OH! IT’S THE NICE CREAM MAN! SANS, GIVE ME YOUR CHANGE, I’LL GO GET SOME! WHAT FLAVOUR WOULD YOU LIKE?”
“papyrus!” Sans wheezed. He was not typically a skeleton who lost his cool. In fact, Sans made it his business to keep cool at all times, but Papyrus was about to make him lose a gasket and truly, his brother had no one but himself to blame. “don’t ya think there’s something about the nice cream man that ain’t adding up?”
His brother met his gaze.. Sans could see him thinking about it.
“IT DOES SEEM LIKE A POOR LOCATION.”
“it’s four in the morning!”
“HE’S CLEARLY GETTING AN EARLY START,”
“in the middle of winter!?”
“IT’S THE BEST TIME TO ENJOY NICE CREAM. UGH, IT GETS ALL MELTY IN THE SUMMER...”
“conveniently next to the warehouse we just ‘liberated’ of all its trimmings?” Sans said. He gave the bag at his feet a pointed jingle.
“WELL,” Papyrus said, waving his hand. “CLEARLY IT’S JUST COINCIDENCE. WE’RE HARDLY THE ONLY MONSTERS IN THE CITY,”
“oh my god,” Sans said. He buried his head in his hands. “i can’t believe it. bro, he’s clearly a cop, or a...some kind of mook, or enforcer. i bet he’s just waiting for us to come around the corner. i bet he’s just ready to pull a gun on us and bust us for grand larceny or worse,” Sans voice fell to a whisper. “loitering.”
Papyrus looked at him with an expression of grave concern. He turned away from the Nice Cream man, still innocently filtering around his vending cart, to place both hands on Sans’ shoulders.
“SANS, PLEASE DON’T GET UPSET. I BELIEVE YOU-”“thank god, finally-”
“ARE WORKING FAR, FAR TOO HARD.” Papyrus finished. Sans felt the whole of his being deflate. “I KNOW, SCANDALOUS, REALLY, BUT THERE’S NO OTHER EXPLANATION FOR SUCH WILD FLIGHTS OF PARANOIA. THE NICE CREAM MAN IS JUST...THE NICE CREAM MAN! HE’S NICE! IT’S IN HIS NAME!” Papyrus beamed. “SO COME ON. IT’S BEEN A LONG NIGHT. WHY DON’T WE INDULGE. IT’LL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.”
“pft, yeah right,” Sans grumbled, but found himself nodding along anyway as Papyrus casually steered him out from the alley. “still think he’s a goddamn cop.”“I KNOW YOU DO.” Papyrus said consolingly, jovially patting his shoulder. “TRY NOT TO KILL HIM, OKAY?”“no promises.”
