#fonttale papyrus

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Part twelve of my Fonttale comic Happy Birthday.

I love Papyrus’s smile here, both in the text box and the pic.

How the hell was I the first and only one to make a creepy/scary Papyrus au?! And I don’t wanna hear shit about Underfell Papyrus, he’s not scary, he’s just a dick who spends too much money at Hot Topic.

Part thirteen in link below.

http://specialmindz.tumblr.com/post/157435354185/part-thirteen-of-my-fonttale-comic-happy-birthday

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“Happy birday big Buther!”

“it’s not my birth-”

“I’s your peasant.”

“......”

Not my art by the way, I didn’t do this in photoshop and the credit goes to the artist not me.

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This was made by Vlj4747. Looks cool doesn’t it? The attention to detail is astonishing!

It’s Papyrus, grabbing Pulse Sans and running from the Devil Baby!

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Fonttale Chapter Fifteen: Hear No Evil

"I don't want you going in there," said Papyrus grabbing hold of Sans' sleeve.

          "why not? what's in there? it's something about Dad right? Gaster?"

       "I don't need to explain myself to you. Please respect my wishes and stay out of that lab," requested Papyrus.

          "i have a right to know. i'm respecting your wish not to talk about it, but i can't just ignore this."

       Sans struggled to keep his voice at a reasonable level. Alphys was kind enough to allow him to access the True Lab due to the fact that he knew about the Almalgamates, but he still didn't want to disturb her while she was working on Mettaton's upgrades or whatever. He knew what could happen if one thing went wrong.

    "Tell me brother, have you ever heard the story of Pandora's Box?"

         "yes. a girl opened a box and released all the evils into the world, and at the bottom of the box was hope."

       Sans had learned that story from a human book he had found at the dump when he was younger. He had thought that Papyrus at the time had no interest in reading books of any kind, but apparently he had gotten a hold of Sans'.

    "You won't find 'hope' in that lab, only darkness. A darkness so strong it will snuff out any light you've found elsewhere."

          "i'll find more," said Sans firmly.

       Papyrus should really write poetry or something.

       "You may not survive to find more Sans. This is knowledge that WILL change you, if not kill you." Papyrus looked desperate. His eyes pleading for him to walk away. The smaller skeleton actually felt sorry for him.

          "as long as i have you, i can get through it."

       "You'll most likely not want to be anywhere near me if you find what you're looking for," Papyrus said softly.

          "i'm not scared of you."

    "You've no reason to be. I speak of hate brother."

         Is that right?

          "what did you do?"

       Although Sans had wanted to keep from asking his brother questions, he couldn't help but ask that one.

       Papyrus shot him a venomous look, anger and tears in his eyes. "I won't say anymore. If you want to destroy your mind and our lives, be my guest. I can't stop you, but I'll have no part in it."

       Sans could see that he had given up. Every warning thrown his way only increased his curiosity, and Papyrus knew it. At this point, he was only doing everything he could to avoid feeling guilty in the future when something DID happened to Sans. He wore the same expression back at the dump when he asked if he wanted him to 'go away'. He looked like he truly believed his life was over, like he was awaiting execution.

                 Sans shook his head to clear the memory of the last conversation he and his brother had had, but Papyrus's warnings still echoed in his skull, ominous and dreadful. His voice had been absolutely dripping with a despair he never knew anyone could posses, nonetheless his little brother.

         Papyrus had left the lab some time ago, leaving Sans alone in front of the lab door.

       He still couldn't go in.

       Alphys could be heard upstairs creating the upgrades she needed for Mettaton. She had already finished with the computer schematics and was putting them into action. She hadn't asked why Sans was simply staring at the door, which he was thankful for, but she did tell him that she had already fed the Almalgamates; perhaps she thought he was worried about them attacking him...

       I can't stay out here all day; not without camping supplies anyway.

        Taking a deep breath, Sans stepped inside the door to the True Lab. The elevator door closed shut behind him and he began to descend into the very place he grew up.

BZZZZZZZZ....

        This elevator didn't have any music; it fit perfectly with his father's no nonsense attitude.

       Sans couldn't remember Gaster very well, but he remembered trying hard to please him in the lab with various ideas and early test results. He remembered him praising him for his successes and giving him advice whenever he failed at something. He remembered working next to him, passing him test tubes and research notes...

       But he didn't remember much about Papyrus.

       SHHHEERRAA!

        The elevator door opened to reveal the inside of the darkened lab. He stepped out hesitantly, trying to decide where he should go first; he didn't want to wind up immediately lost. It had been so long since he'd been down here...

       Where would I find something related to Dad and Papyrus? Are there even any files left about them? Did Alphys throw them out when she became the new Royal Scientist?

        Sans decided to head right, keeping his hand on the far wall so as to not get lost.

       A lot has changed down here...

        He came across an area with rows upon rows of beds, and yawned loudly. He was absolutely exhausted. He had done more running around today than he'd done all month; and his brother didn't help matters. This was not the time to sleep however.

       "He split himself in two..."

       "HAH!" Sans cried out loudly and stumbled back; startled by the ghostly voice in the seemingly empty room.

       "napstablook?"

    "He split himself in two..."

       That wasn't Napstablook.

       Who was that?

       "He split himself in two...and called the wrong one, Son."

     Finally, Sans caught a glimpse of a white creature near one of the beds. At first glance he thought it was an Almalgamate; but it lacked any monster features he recognized. It looked more like white silly putty that had been stretched to ridiculous proportions.

       "He called the gun, his son..."

     "hey, uh, what are you mumbling about?"

       "If he had called them both Son, would things have been different?"

           "okaay, could you tell me where i could find any files or information about the last royal scientist?"

    "He split himself in two..."

     Sans frowned. Whoever this was, they weren't going to help him.

       He left the strange creature to their own devices and continued to follow the wall.

       Who WAS that?

        No one else is suppose to be down here...

       Sans had worked hard to gather information about his father since he had gone missing, unfortunately the stories he heard were various and barely added up. He had heard that his father had perished during an experiment that went wrong, that he had fallen into the core, and even that he had been scattered across space and time.

       THAT'S what we were doing.

        We were researching timelines.

        How did I forget that?

        Turning a corner, he came to a narrow hallway filled with full-length mirrors and golden flowers. The flowers were all in pots and seemed to be doing well despite the lack of light.

       Weird...

        What was even weirder was the placement of the mirrors. Two monitors with recorded research data separated three mirrors and at the end of the hallway, five mirrors stood next to one another in perfect sequence. It almost looked like the room wasn't finished, or had been redecorated badly.

       Sans had a wild urge to break the mirrors, but he restrained  himself. He didn't want to end up on trial for vandalism; and he sure as hell didn't want to attract any Almalgamates.

       He had seen the empty food bowl in the room with all the beds, and he hadn't seen her grab the dog food he had brought over for her either before heading into the lab.

       Why would she lie about feeding the Almalgamates though? If the place isn't safe, why would she try and get me to go down here?

        Is there something here she wants me to find?

        Backing away from the row of mirrors Sans went to check the monitors between them. Alphys had told him about injecting monsters with Determination...and the results of her experiment...but maybe there was something she left out before, on these monitors.  

       "entry number 7: we'll need a vessel to wield the monster souls when the time comes. after all, a monster cannot absorb the souls of other monsters. just as a human cannot absorb a human soul... so then... what about something that's neither human nor monster?"

       Is this talking about that silly putty guy?

       Alphys didn't mention them, but it made sense that she wouldn't. It had nothing to do with the making of the Almalgamates. It was no different than saying "I ate noodles" and leaving out the part where she put away the leftovers.

       "entry number 10: experiments on the vessel are a failure. it doesn't seem to be any different from the control cases. whatever. they're a hassle to work with anyway. the seeds just stick to you, and won't let go..."

    This isn't about the silly putty guy, it's about these golden flowers. They're doing well because Alphys messed with them.

        What color is Flowey? Did Papyrus meet him here, or is he just some monster I've never met?

       Walking further right and entering a door, Sans met a dead end. There was only a blue power outlet.

       Looks like he was going to have to do more walking.

       He began to exit out of the hallway, back into the room with beds, taking one last look at the golden flowers on the shelf.

       What would they look like with a face?

        "i guess my next stop is up and to the right. just gotta keep my hand on the wall..."

     The next room was loud and full of fans. Fans stacked on top of fans blowing winds that were probably cold enough to rival Snowdin...not that Sans would know lacking skin and all.

       The stacked fans were so large and high; Sans had to crane his neck just to see three stacks. They were used to keep the Almalgamates from melting, Alphys had said. Whether or not she was lying to get out of sending the fused monsters home was a mystery, but he could see any other reason to have them.

       This room had one monitor and it was about Mettaton being a tool as per usual. Sans didn't bother going any further down the path, even though he had told himself that he would stick to the wall no matter what.

       If another monitor was about Mettaton, he didn't want to read it, and whatever was down the rest of the hallway probably had something to do with him. After all, the last room had monitors all about putting a monster soul in a flower and the flowers related to the said data.

       He could probably get away with skipping a ONE room right?

       It's not lazy if I have reason to believe it's a waste of time...I can always come back if I don't find anything elsewhere.

        "He did everything he could..."

     Sans bolted from the wall and pressed his back into the one opposite from it breathing rapidly, his soul pounding in his ribcage. He could of sworn he had heard a voice, but there was absolutely no one in the hallway.

       Are the WALLS talking to me now?!

        He pressed his hand cautiously against the cracked wall. There was no sound.

        Am I losing my mind?

        Is there something in the air down here? Is that what the fans are for?

        "He did everything he could, but not what he should..."

     Sans pulled his hand from the wall as if it had burned him. He winced as it smacked the wall behind him.

       There was something wrong with this lab.

       Very wrong.

     "this was a mistake."

   "He should have been a father..."

     Sans peeked into the crack in the wall and saw an eye staring back at him. It looked glazed over, like the eyes of the children Papyrus had murdered; cold and dead.

       "uhhaahhh..." The comedian backed away from the wall and continued heading left. He had already tried the rescuing thing at Waterfall, and it hadn't gone well.

    "He didn't take good care of his gun..."

     Another voice, different from the last one spoke to him from another crack in the wall. He walked past it, almost running.

        Don't freak out.

        Just ignore it, it'll go away.

       "HE DIDN'T TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIS GUN AND IT BACKFIRED!"

     Sans dropped to his knees holding his head.

       "HE KILLED US! HE DID IT!"

       "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

       The voice coming from the wall was no longer a whisper, but a scream of rage.

    "WE'RE HERE BECAUSE OF HIM! IT'S ALL HIS FAULT!"

       "WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!"

    "THE MAN THAT SPEAKS IN HANDS!"

     Gaster?!

        "IT'S ALL HIS FAULT!!"

  "PAPYRUS!"

    "IT'S ALL HIS FAULT!!!"

“PAPYRUS!”

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Fonttale Chapter Fourteen: Memories Fade, Trauma Doesn’t

Sans teleported he and his brother to Asgore's Throne Room as quickly as possible. Papyrus had told him earlier that he was supposed to meet up with Flowey near the entrance to the Ruins around this time and was only willing to prove himself sane beforehand if they made it quick.

       Activating his font, Papyrus approached the king who had his back turned to them, apparently filling up a watering can.

       The king, turned around and dropped the watering can in surprise, spilling its contents. He had not been expecting so many visitors today.

       "Oh! Hello boys. Gave me quite a start. You shouldn't sneak up on an old man like that."

       "while we're here, you can give that soul to the king," whispered Sans.

    Papyrus's eyes grew wide.

       "Oh my god."

         "what's up, papyrus?"

    I put the soul in the washer and dryer!

       "I completely forgot about the soul! Thank you! Any longer and it might of disappeared."

         Please be in one piece...

         Taking out the soul, Papyrus breathed a sigh of relief and spoke to the king. "Your Highness, I have another soul for you."

         The king smiled brightly. "Really? That's great news! Thank you err, um...what was your name?"

       "Johnson."

         "Oh dear..."

       Sans scratched his head in confusion.

       He knew he was missing something, but he didn't know what it was.

    "Hmm...the king doesn't know me that well, so this doesn't prove anything.  Let's go visit Undyne instead," suggested Papyrus with a grin Sans wasn't sure he liked.

       "i thought you wanted to go see your friend?"

    "He can wait," said Papyrus indifferently. "We've only been here a couple of seconds after all."

       Sans narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "i actually told alphys i'd stop by in a few minutes...a few hours ago."

    Papyrus closed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms to the ceiling.

    "Very well. I've got the whole day off anyway, might as well spend it with you."

         "gee pap, don't get TOO excited."

    Sans teleported once more and appeared in Alphy's lab with Papyrus's eyes still glowing. He put a hand on her shoulder and grinned as she jumped three feet in the air.

       "Aahhhhh!"

       "you're awful jumpy today."

    Alphys didn't smile, she just looked at him with what looked like pity in her eyes.

       That wasn't good.

       "I called you here be-because um...well..."

       "you said you wanted to show me something."

    "Well yes, but...you won't like it."

       Alphy's led him over to the security footage and pointed at a screen that showed the inside of Undyne's house. The footage appeared to be paused, with Undyne looking towards the door.

       "Well that's perverse...and illegal," said Papyrus raising a brow.

       "does undyne know you have a camera in her house?"

    "PLEASE DON'T TELL HER!"

       "alright, relax! we don't talk much anyway. fish we were better friends, but she's ultra violent and i'm a delicate flower."

    "Sans..."

    Alphys didn't reply, she just moved her hand toward the play button and took a deep breath.

       This oughta be interesting.

       "T-that's how you start the uh, video. Right there."

       "wow. you don't even want to press the play button. this has to be really bad."

    "I-I'm going to g-go to the bathroom. I'll be out later!" exclaimed Alphys. She quickly bolted toward a door that he already knew led to the True Lab.

       He had worked there with her in the past, doing research on......he couldn't remember.

       Sans shook his head, it was already starting to hurt. It always did that when he thought about anything related to his father. Maybe he could ask Papyrus about it later.

       It probably wouldn't do any good, but he'd learned that there were many things he still didn't know about Papyrus. All he knew so far was that he was a crazy killer and a smartass with a twisted sense of humor. He knew nothing about what Papyrus really remembered or what his thoughts were on certain things.

       He looked toward his brother and had his suspicions confirmed when he saw Papyrus glaring angrily at the lab door.

       He's remembering something. Wish I knew what it was though. I should talk to him later on.

       Papyrus's breathing was heavy and it looked like he was having trouble keeping himself under control. His glowing eyes made him look scary. A brief memory of a baby bones with orange eyes flashed through Sans' mind along with a stabbing pain and sense of terror.

       "Ugh..."

    "Brother?"

         Sans caught his brother's eyes and they both looked back at the lab door, thinking the very same thing.

       How much does he know?

        "hey bro-"  

    Sans jumped as Papyrus unexpectedly reached over and pressed the play button, starting the video. Whatever he remembered, he obviously didn't want to talk about.

       Undyne answered the door in the footage and Papyrus greeted her loudly.

       This is definitely the footage of the argument between her and Pap.

       He watched in fascination as Papyrus went from his usual loud and childish self, to a calm adult whose sadistic grin made Sans shiver.

       "Cold brother?"

         Sans shook his head, deeply disturbed. Not only had Papyrus's mood changed again on a dime, but the grin he made in the video made Sans...excited.

       I feel warm...all over.

        Why did I like that?

       "you've got a killer smile Pap," said Sans nervously.

       Something is definitely wrong.

        With me and Pap.

        We're checking out that lab as soon as this is over; I don't care about meeting his friend.

       "Nyeh hee hee hee..." Papyrus's eyes stopped glowing and he smiled at him deviously, pressing the pause button on the video.

       Uh oh.

       "uhhh, pap?"

       "You like my smile, do you?"

         Papyrus snaked his arms around Sans' middle and nuzzled his neck playfully.

         "heh ha! easy bro, don't be taking that the wrong way now," said Sans laughing. He was ticklish there.  

    "How would you like me to take it?" asked Papyrus, his grin growing wider.

       Damn...

        "i wouldn't. i'm no good for ya' pap."

    "Mmm, I think that's for me to decide, don't you think?" Papyrus slid one of his hands into Sans' hoodie and began rubbing his brother's sensitive ribs.

       Whoa.

       "c-come on now, you can do so much better than someone who spends all his time at a b-ba-bar. HA-have a little self-respect...or maybe just respect in general? i'm a heartbreaker anyhow."

    "I don't mind if you break me. *audible wink*"

         Damn!

        "you don't miss a beat do you?" asked Sans nervously. He let out a soft cry as his brother toyed with one of his ribs, stroking it between his thumb and forefinger.  

       Although he and Papyrus had joked around before, this felt different. NEVER had he seen his brother play around like this. This was physical, and combined with his brother's acting, well...

       I'm not losing to this sadist. I already lost round one in his Murder Cave of Death, I'm not losing round two.

        I just have to maintain my chill...

        "you're gettin' kinda handsy bro..."

    "You'd be surprised, what my hands can do..." whispered Papyrus. He dragged his left hand down Sans' shirt and underneath, causing him to jump in surprise as he felt Papyrus's gloved hand slowly stroke his spine.

       That was too much.

       "hey now, you listen here buddy, i don't remember giving you my consent."

    Papyrus stroked him harder.

       "gah!"

    "I don't remember asking for it," laughed Papyrus. "Stay still and I won't harm you."

         Sans froze in shock, as Papyrus continued his ministrations.

       Is he serious?!

        He moaned softly as warmth spread throughout each and every one of his bones.

       He wished it had more to do with Papyrus's actions, but it was what he SAID that really struck him.

       Would he really do that to me?

        "pah...pap..."

        Nuzzling into Sans' hoodie, Papyrus breathed in deeply.

       "So soft...so warm..."Papyrus purred.

       "th-thi-this is too far pap! se-settle down!"

    Papyrus's hands stilled and he began to laugh madly into his brother's hoodie. "NYEH HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

       "y-you're freaking me out papyrus!"

       "Okay I'll stop," said Papyrus, letting go of his brother. He grinned wildly, obviously pleased with himself.

         "the hell is wrong with you?!"

    "Easy brother, you're liable to break my heart that way."

        "i'm liable to break your everything!"

    Papyrus pouted and crossed his arms, as Sans turned back to the video and hit Play.

        "You're acting weird."

       "I'm just being myself."

         Yeah, a jackass.

        "I'm flattered you think so highly of me."

        "Well, that's why I'm not letting you into the Royal Guard. You can't kill which means you can't protect."

        "Awww noo! I forgot I was going to give the soul to Undyne!" Papyrus covered his face in his hands.

    "Nyehhehehe!"

    Sans shuddered as his brother's cold laughter from the footage echoed in his skull. It was a real laugh, but there was no joy in it, no happiness.

       "you okay there bro?"

    "NO! I screwed up! Now I have to find another soul. This sucks!"

         Sans laughed and continued watching the video.

     "Wh-why are you laughing like that?"

       "What would you say if I told you I knew who the killer was?"

         "i'm getting francisco scaramanga vibes," said Sans amused. He sat down and scooted closer to the screen, resting his head in his arms.

         "I'd say you were full of crap! There are no clues! None! Nothing was left at ANY crime scene! There weren't even any finger prints, loose feathers, or slime trails! We have NOTHING linking us to ANYONE!"

       "Now now, let's not make any unnecessary assumptions. What if they were wearing gloves like me?"

         "really dude?"

        "Really dude?"

       "That's what I would do."

         This is a straight-up bond villain impression.

         "REALLY DUDE?!"

       "What? Is that not a good idea?"

         "you are such a smartass..." Sans glanced at Papyrus smiling. His brother was still holding his face in his hands and shaking his head. He clearly wasn't paying attention.

        "You think this is funny? You think this is a JOKE? People are dead Papyrus! YOU WIPE THAT SADISTIC SMILE OFF YOUR FACE BEFORE I BREAK IT!"

       "I'm afraid I can't do that."

         "Why not?! And I swear to god if you say because you're a skeleton..."

       "........."

         "Get out of my house."

       "But I know who the killer is!"

         He's such a dick...

         "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

       "NYEH!"

         The footage ended there.

       Sans chuckled, shaking his head.

        I want a copy.

        "This isn't funny Sans. Your brother's in a l-lot of trouble!" said Alphys angrily over an intercom.

       Papyrus jolted, startled by the loud and sudden sound of Alphys's voice.

       "what do you mean he's in trouble? he found out who the killer was! he's a hero!" said Sans, full on laughing now.

    "Umm...you know he's going to j-jail right? Don't you even care? Probably not, huh?" Alphy's crossed her arms and looked at the ground sadly from within the True Lab.

       "The trial's already over."

       "if you had any evidence against him whatsoever i admit i'd be a little worried, but you don't...what do you mean i don't care about papyrus?" asked Sans.

       "The trial's already over, I was found innocent."

    "Well...you kinda always spend your time either sleeping, selling hotdogs, or going to Grillby's. Y-you don't talk with your brother much and uhh, when you do you tend to well...lie?" Alphys fiddled with the sleeve of her lab coat, her voice dripping with pity.

       Does she feel sorry for Papyrus?

       "pretty sure he'd be upset if i told him his cooking sucked, or that he looked uncool," said Sans in an attempt to defend himself. He knew he had been a poor sibling, but it wasn't like he was the devil incarnate. He planned to work hard to spend more time with his brother and fix his mistakes.

    "I don't mean to be rude, but umm it seems like you just don't want to feel guilty. You'd rather he embarrass himself in front of the entire town, than get yelled at," said Alphys sheepishly.

       "what?"

    "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! Th-that's just what it looks like from the footage! I shouldn't of said that! I'M SO SORRY!" Alphys apologized profusely, but Sans barely heard her.

       Is that what Papyrus thinks?

        "relax alphys, you might be right about that. is she right?"

    "I'd rather be laughed at than lose you, and besides, some people like clowns! I...just haven't run into those people yet," said Papyrus.

       "......"

        "Maybe you should talk to him," suggested Alphys, staring at Papyrus strangely.

       I definitely should talk to him.

        "thanks alph, i'll do that."

    Alphys grabbed hold of Sans hoodie. "Before you go, who's the floating guy that looks like a penis that you brought with you? He's k-kinda weird..." whispered Alphys.

       So he wasn't nuts...wow. Why didn't Gaster say anything to me? How do I bring this up without being shut down?

       "it's a rocket ship," said Sans, quietly.

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Fonttale: Waking the World Chapter Seven: Silent Night

Flowey absorbed the dead human's soul without a problem as Papyrus instilled the bartender with his magic silently.

       "Alright! Asriel is back in the hizzy!" Asriel wagged his tail did a twirl, his arms outstretched.

       "Nice to see you your Highness," said Papyrus sadly.

       "Why are you upset? He's gonna be fine! We already established that he'll wake up and eventually get all his memories back! Literally NOTHING has changed."

       "And what then Flo-Asriel? Where's he gonna go? The world hates Fonts-"

       "Back to the freaking Underground idiot."

       Oh that's right, monsters don't hate Fonts.

        And that's the hundredth time I've forgotten something important these past few hours.

        .........................

        ..........................

        "Sorry, uhh Asriel. I don't know what my problem is tonight-"

       "Don't become a Sans. PLLLLLEEASE don't become a Sans..."

     Papyrus laughed, wiping away his tears. Asriel was right. Feeling sorry for himself wasn't going to solve his issues any faster or get him any answers. They needed to get going.

       "Get his wallet before he wakes up. We might need some money and we can find his address on his ID card."

       Still the same old Flowey I see.

        At least he has legs now, I won't have to have thorns biting into my bones anymore.

        How does he know about Identification cards? I ASSUME that's what he meant...

       "Identification card you mean?"

       "I guess...? Chara just called them ID cards."

       Ah, the child. Asriel may be useful on this trip...too bad he's also another mouth to feed.

        Papyrus pulled the bartender's wallet out of his pocket and shifted through it. No ID.

       "What...the hell?" The barkeep sat up blinking hard.

       "Yeah, 'what the hell' is right! Where's your ID? Humans are SUPPOSE to carry those things at ALL times!"

     The bartender looked at Asriel, stunned. He'd never seen a monster before, but he knew they weren't suppose to be anywhere but in Mt. Ebott. The little monster looked like he might be a kid...and a kid. "You a goat monster?"

       "I'm a BOSS monster and royalty, so show some respect," said Asriel sticking his nose in the air.

       "*Sniff* *Sniff*"

       "Wha-Papyrus what are you doing?"

       "You look like you smell good."

       "Remember that little rule we made when I was a flower? The one where you wouldn't smell me? That rule still applies."

       "Mmmm...you smell like fresh laundry!"

       "Stop it."

       Papyrus backed off and got out his FontSearch smiling at Asriel.

       "A FontSearch? Why......I died didn't I?"

           Bleeding Cowboys: The Shootout Font

   Attribute: Horror

   Type: Physical

           This Font has a habit of shooting at people regardless of whether or not they're hungry. Their aim is impeccable and they've been known to clear out entire blocks when their font build-up gets too high.

   Strangely enough, although this Font is of the Physical type and does have their regenerative properties, the wounds that killed them as a human not only refuse to heal, but continue to bleed as well. Bleeding Cowboys always leave a red trail of blood behind them wherever they go, so they are usually seen in black clothing and are easy to spot in a crowd.

   They can do well in military type jobs, but only on the front lines. They have been known to shoot their own army members in the back and never on accident. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, stay where you are and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

   Extreme caution is advised.

     "Imma Horror huh? Who killed me? If I'm a Horror that means SOMEBODY must have murdered me."

       That was usually how Horrors were made, but there were always exceptions. Broken Baby was a Horror and they had simply fallen to their death...

       "You got shot by some brats," said Asriel. "We need a place to stay, where do you live?"

       "Asriel!"

       "I reckon somewhere in this here town, but I ain't got a clue where. My memory's all fuzzy...feels like I've been run over by a semi..." Bleeding Cowboys put a hand to his head.

       "I don't know what a semi is, but I do know you're freakin' useless. Let's go Pappy."

       "We can't just leave him here."

       "The bartender's not your friend Bonehead, he's just a guy that sells you drinks-"

       "I'm a bartender?"

       "I can't just leave him, I got him into this mess!"

       "He got himself into this mess. He stepped in front of you like an idiot and got himself shot," said Asriel annoyed.

       Bleeding Cowboys looked at the skeleton for a moment. "..................Papyrus?"

       "Yeah."

       Asriel looked at him surprised. "That was quick. He is in the same spot though isn't he? His bar's right there too. Lots of things here to spark a memory."

       "I don't remember you, but I remember Papyrus...and those little chicken shits," said Bleeding Cowboys thinking about the three boys.

       "Do you remember where you live?"

       "Nah, just what happened recently. Hey uhhh you may not want to be walking around here looking like a Font and a monster, I wasn't kiddin' when I said everybody was carrying guns."

       Asriel's eyes widened.

       Oh crap he's right! I can't walk around like this!

        "I'll get you back home Asriel. You can't hid in my battle body anymore or pop under the ground and wind up somewhere else."

       "I can still hide in your battle body, you're a foot shorter than Jack Skellington-"

       "I asked you not to use that name around me."

        "Not to interrupt, but uh it's a little late to be out and about ain't it? Why don't we find an empty house or somethin' and stay the night?"

       Because my brother's a ticking time bomb and I may not survive the night.

        CRASH!

        Asriel threw a rock through the nearest house's window, shattering it into a million pieces.

       "WHO THE HELL THREW THAT?!"

       "Oh, I guess not all the houses are empty-"

       "What was your name again?"

       "Asriel."

       "Asriel, you're a god damn idiot."

       "He's right."

       "YOU FUCKING KIDS! WHEN I GET AHOLD O-" Whoever was yelling didn't finish their sentence. They stopped so abruptly it made all three boys more than a little uncomfortable. They waited for about three minutes, but no sound was heard and no one came out onto the porch.

       "I think he's dead. What do you think?" asked Asriel standing on his toes in order to get a better view of the inside of the house.

       "A Font must of got him. Shall we investigate my furry friend?"

       "What...? No! No let's not 'investigate,' let's find a house that doesn't have death written all over it!"

       "I guess you need that escape trick to be brave huh? Maybe you should have picked an orange soul. Nyeh heh heh..."

        "I'm a child. Your argument is invalid."

       "You're also a boss monster, so YOUR argument is invalid."

       "Go be racist somewhere else before I knock you over like a game of Jenga bonebag!"

       "Hard to be frightened of a goat, but I swear I'm trying-"

       VOOSH!

        VOOSH!

        Asriel threw two fireballs in Papyrus's direction.

       "Nyeh heh ha ha ha! What are you aiming at?"

       "Get outta my face before I burn yours off!"

       "I don't really have a face, but whatever." Smiling, Papyrus went up to the door and before opening it took out his FontSearch. "Let's see...ah ha! Radar."

       BEEP!

        BEEP!

        BEEP!

        "Alright, there's definitely a Font inside."

       "So clear the place out, I'm tired," said Asriel yawning and stretching his arms up.

       "Wait hold on, I ain't never fought a Font before..."

       "We need a place to stay." Papyrus handed Bleeding Cowboys his brother. "If he's harmed, I will kill you," he said, eyes glowing in the dark. The Font nodded slowly.

       I don't remember Papyrus being that scary in the bar...

       Walking up onto the porch, the tall skeleton opened the door and stepped inside. He immediately took a step back as a body fell to the ground in front of him, spotting his battle body with blood and reminding him that his clothing had been shredded and scorched earlier.

       I need new clothes...

        I should have grabbed some before leaving.

        I forgot to get my scarf back from the human too...

        The human that had been leaning against the door had had his head removed. A trail of blood led up the stairs of the house, dripping from the sides of the steps.

       In order to cut off the human's sentence like that without him screaming, this Font had to have had enormous strength.

        It has to be a Physical.

        "HELLO?" Papyrus called up stairs loudly hoping to meet a Physical Font that was nonviolent for once. A head appeared from behind the corner of the wall upstairs, eyes glowing an angry red.

     Kill The Noise: The Silence Font

   Attribute: Horror

   Type: Physical

    Kill The Noise despises sound, especially when it comes from people. When a sound is heard in their territory, they quickly use their incredible hearing to locate the source and destroy it-

   THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

        Kill The Noise ran down the stairs at blinding speed, only to be caught by one of Papyrus's nine hands. The skeleton lifted them into the air by their shirt as they reached for him in a frenzy, absolutely livid.

       "I'm reading," said Papyrus annoyed.

       Many humans, monsters, and Fonts have met their demise at the hands of this Font as it is difficult to hide from them. The sound of breathing is said to be enough of a trigger to enrage the feral creatures.

   Preferring a life of solitude, Kill The Noise usually lives out in secluded areas, but can be found in towns searching for food on a regular basis. If you or a friend think you've seen this Font, get to a safe location and call your nearest Capture Facility IMMEDIATELY.

   Extreme caution is advised.

   "A rather short entry, yes?"

       Kill The Noise didn't respond. They hung in the air struggling to get free from the hand lifting them up, but without leverage they could do nothing. Their eyes flared red and they gnashed their teeth angrily at Papyrus, reminding him of Feast of Flesh.

       It pained him that he couldn't bring himself to use his Wingdings ability in front of Sans back then. If it weren't for his selfishness his brother wouldn't have gotten bitten. Of course Feast of Flesh partly shared the blame.

       "Repulsive creatures. What use are you to the world exactly? There are plenty of other skeletons who eat humans AND help society, why do YOU exist?"

       Again he was met with silence.

       "Do you even understand what I'm saying? Do you have any iota of intelligence at all?" Papyrus wasn't being intentionally rude, he was actually very curious. Why DID these skeletons exist? Could they understand language? Did Feast of Flesh ever speak?

       Damn it, I can't remember!

       They were growling so they DID have a voice. Why didn't they use it? Why didn't they simply ask him to let go?

       The feral Font pulled themselves up by the hand holding them and bit it HARD, unfortunately for them, it was made of magic and did not affect Papyrus in the slightest.

       "You remind me of the dogs at Snowdin. Snarling, growling, and biting like it's enough to get your way. What will it take to get you to evolve?"

       Papyrus sighed and waited for the Font to stop struggling. He wanted to see if they could figure a way out of their predicament on their own. The answer was simple to Papyrus, but would the Font figure it out, given enough time?

       I'm probably going to have to give them a hint or something.

       Kill The Sound eventually stopped biting and clawing at the hand holding them, hanging in the air like a sad car ornament. It seemed to have given up.

       "Your shirt," said Papyrus pointing at the Font.

       They didn't seem to understand.

       "Lift your arms and slide out of your shirt." Papyrus demonstrated, lifting his arms high in the air.

       They still didn't get it.

       Seriously?!

        That wasn't even a hint, that was the answer!

       Papyrus continued moving his arms up and down, hoping the Font would copy him. All it would take was maybe one arm to rise and they would slip out anyway. He was surprised they hadn't gotten free while struggling to be honest.

       Eventually they did copy him and slid out of their shirt, dropping to the floor. They looked annoyed, like they didn't want to go through all the trouble. They sat there looking away from Papyrus glaring at a wall.

       "Nyeh heh heh, I'm not turning around if that's what you're waiting for."  

     Kill The Noise ran on all fours to the kitchen and jumped out the already broken window.

       That was probably how they got in to begin with.

       Still not sure I want to sleep here, or at all really. If Sans wakes up while we're asleep...

        Perhaps he wasn't giving his brother enough credit though. It wasn't as if Sans were feral like the other violent Fonts he had come across. His brother was a genius, he was smart enough to find a nondestructive way to release his font buildup, or at least leave the house...he hoped.

       I'll have to take a chance, for some reason there are too many Horrors around all of a sudden. I can't protect anyone if I haven't the strength.

        I hope I'll be able to see you smile again Brother.

        "*Sigh* Come on in you two! It's clear!"

       Asriel ran into the house tripping on the body and falling to the bloody floor. "Thanks for moving the body Trashbag."

       "You're welcome."

       The small monster glared at him and went upstairs.

       "Are you coming inside Cowboys?"

       The bleeding Font shook his head. "Nah. We both heard my Font entry, I'm dangerous. Don't wanna wake up with a bullet in your ass do ya'?" He smiled, handing Sans back to Papyrus.

       "Where will you go?"

       "The Capture Facility. They have a knack for taking dangerous Fonts like me and turning them into upstanding citizens like you."

       What?!

        What happened to human wanting all Fonts dead?!

        Have things really changed that much in the past nineteen years?

       Bleeding Cowboys winked and tipped his hat in Papyrus's direction. "I'll be seeing ya' someday my friend."

       "I hope so. Stay safe, yes?"

       "Sure thing partner!"

       Papyrus wanted his new friend to stay, but he wasn't like Sans. He HAD to shoot someone while Sans could blow off steam however he chose. For Bleeding Cowboys, shooting at cans filled with ketchup wouldn't cut it.

       His Font wouldn't be so destructive if it weren't for me.

        Can the Capture Facility really change him?

        "urm...hmm..."

       The Horror Font gasped as his brother began moving around in his arms. His hands gripped Papyrus's battle body, pulling on the fabric tightly. "hah...uh.."

       Is he waking up now?! It's so early!

        Maybe that was a good thing though. If Sans woke up now, he could release a lot of his buildup harmlessly and simply go back to sleep afterwards.

       But that would be selfish on Papyrus's part.

        "pah...pap...erm" Sans squirmed and frowned in his sleep earning a sympathetic look from his brother.

       He's having a nightmare.

        "Shhh...it's alright Brother, can you wake up?"

       "mmm tryn..."

       So cute...why is he so cute?

        I'M the little brother, I'M supposed to be the cute one!

        Sans seemed to have trouble opening his eyes; it felt like they had been glued shut. He tried moving his arms to wake his body up and felt Papyrus's gloved hand hold his own. "mmm...hnn!"

       "Easy Sans, if you're not ready to wake up yet, don't force yourself to."

       Easy for him to say.

       Sans hadn't been fully asleep.

       "my fon...uhnn...hel..."

       "Your what? Your fon, your fon...your font? You're worried about your font?"

       How much did he hear in his sleep?!

       "way...wake pap..."

       "It'll be fine Sans. There are plenty of ways you can release your font that aren't deadly. Just pull a bunch of things out of your pockets, preferably no explosives please."

       "*sigh* kay'..."

       Sans went back to sleep.

       "Sleep well Brother. I'll see you in the morning."

       "WHAT THE HELL PAPYRUS! YOU SAID IT WAS CLEAR!"

       "Or maybe you'll wake up now BECAUSE MY FRIEND HAS NO FREAKING MANNERS!"

       "THERE'S A GOD DAMN FONT UP HERE!"

       "IF YOUR NOT DEAD, THEY'RE HARMLESS YOU FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN!" Papyrus stormed up the stairs to find Asriel with his fists up and a skeletal toddler sitting in a playpen.

       "Are you serious?!"

       "I don't HAVE a FontSearch Papyrus!"

           Kid Nightmare: The Nightmare Font

   Attribute: Horror

   Type: Virus

     Kid Nightmare is the result of a child or toddler dying from fright. The Font is always a child or toddler and when they become an adult, their font will automatically change to something else based on their personality. This doesn't mean however, that they are completely harmless.

   This Font has the greatest fear inducing aura second only to Horror themselves. Although harmless looking, Kid Nightmare as their name implies can create devastating nightmares that can actually cause heart failure in some creatures. People that have died in their sleep are often victims of this Font with no one being the wiser.

   Being a Virus Font, Kid Nightmare is able to affect multiple people at a time, as long as they are asleep. They can however, cause headaches to those who daydream near them for long periods of time, making them unsuitable for jobs that require a constant unchanging social environment.

   In 1894 this Font was used as a treatment to wake comatose patients. The treatment was banned only two years later when it became clear that prolonged exposure to the Font caused the patients to awaken permanently and incurably insane. Kid Nightmare was also used in the past to awaken monsters who had fallen, however it only caused the monster's immediate deaths as their souls could not handle the strain.

     "Uh, Papyrus? What're you doing?"

       VROOMPH!

        Papyrus opened a window near the bed and picking up the toddler, dropped them out of it.

       "WAAAAHHHHHHH!"

       VROOMPH!

        "There. Now Sans won't have to worry about getting any nasty nightmares," cooed Papyrus lightly tapping his brother's skull once with a gloved finger.

       "Ugh..."

       "You alright Asriel?"

       "No, my compassion is wanting me to check on the toddler you threw out the window-"

       "I didn't THROW them out the window, I merely dropped them-"

       "From a two-story window."

       "Yes."

       Papyrus and Asriel could still here the toddler wailing outside through the glass.

       ".....I'm telling your brother when he wakes up."

       "Tell him what? That I saved his life? That Font would've killed him or worse and you know it."

       "mmm...bad pappy..."

       "You hear that? Smiley is mad at you," said Asriel grinning.

       "Whatever. I thought you were sleeping?"

       "*yawn* mm hmm..." Sans turned over and snuggled into Papyrus's battle body.

       CLACK!

        "Hey, Pappy!" whispered Asriel. "Put em' in the playpen. It'll be funny."

       "Lee me lone..."

       "I'd rather keep him close to me. Those broken windows downstairs make me nervous. Did you lock the door?"

       "No, the windows are broken."

       Idiot.

       Papyrus climbed into bed with his brother tucked safely between him and the wall.

       "I can't help but notice you're sleeping in the room I'VE chosen."

       "I can't help but notice you're still here," said Papyrus having already closed his eyes.

       "Someone has to look after Smiley and make sure your hands don't wander..."

       "Get the hell out of here Asriel."

       "I have to protect Smiley though! It's my duty..."

       "You know soldiers sometimes get hurt in the line of duty. Especially when they don't do as they're told."

       "That's no way to speak to your bestest friend!"

       Papyrus smiled his eyes still closed. "........You're absolutely right Asriel, forgive me. I've been working and running around for quite awhile..."

       Asriel glared at Papyrus, confused and suspicious. "......you're gonna say or do something stupid aren't you? I can FEEL it."

       "Heavens no! I just thought it'd be safer if we all slept in the same room...since the windows are broken and the door hasn't been locked."

       "Are you trying to tell me to go lock the door...cause' I ain't gonna."

       "Wrong again, locking the door won't accomplish much if there's still a way into the house. You should sleep next to me."

       I freaking knew it.

        Creepy-ass skeleton!

        "Come here child," said Papyrus smiling, beckoning Asriel with a gloved finger. "Come sleep next to Pappy..."

       "Ugh god...you better get your creep brother, Smiley..."

       "You're breaking my heart Azzy!"

       "I'm about to break your everything. Go to sleep or I will PUT you to sleep!"

       Papyrus pouted. "I can't sleep without something fluffy to hold..." whined the skeleton softly, holding the sheets up to his mouth with pleading eyes.

       ".....You're not cute, Trashbag."

       "Azzzzy! Don't you trust me?"

       "No."

       "I can protect you though..." said Papyrus with a deranged smile.

       "And I can set you on fire! BACK OFF!"

       "You've already set me on fire-NYEH!"

       VOOSH!

        VOOSH!

        Asriel threw two fireballs at Papyrus who covered his head with his arms. Luckily the fireballs didn't set anything alight, they seemed to fizzle out before they could do any real damage.

       "Way to almost send us up in flames fool! Are you wanting to join the toddler outside? Cause' I can arrange that faster than you can spit out an apology!"

       "You're not GETTING an apology!"

       "Well maybe a trip down the stairs will change your mind!"

       "I think I'll leave instead," said Asriel as he looked at Sans.

       "Smiley."

       "Mmm...nn...?"

       "I'll pray for you."

       ".............."

       "Shut up Asriel."

       Papyrus heard the door close and turned over to look at Sans, petting his skull with all the gentleness of a mother. "I'll keep you safe Brother....I'll keep us BOTH safe."

       I hope.

       "I CAN HEAR YOU SINNING IN THERE PAPPY!"

       "SHUT THE HELL UP ASRIEL!"