#famousboneguard

[friskiings-blog]

@famousboneguard ❀

     * sans talked about how eventually papyrus        would make something that is... you know,        actually edible. and it’s been quite a while        since you’ve asked papyrus to cook you        some of his infamous spaghetti, so you        think you’ll humor your friend for today.

      * “papyrus,” you whisper gently, giving          a tug on a skeletal arm.

[noboneaboutit-blog]

his eyes betray his static grin - teeth fixated in some jackal smile. fake. fake fake. “papyrus?” his voice is low and muffled, as if he’s choking on gravel. the fur of his hood concealed his voice and his socket sparkled blue in the dimly lit living room.

ah aha. he ghosts through and continued up the stairs, not even bothering to knock on the door before whisking in. his hoodie hangs loose on his bones and he swears they’re rattling because there’s a clack clack clack clack and he’s not sure if it’s in his skull

or pattering behind his ribcage; “pap,” he says again, suddenly feeling so small in his self righteous sanctuary, “you awake bro?”