Sometimes Stretch didn't, no not didn't; he couldn't force himself to get out of bed. Those were the bad days, days where he wouldn't want to do anything. Hell, sometimes he has a hard time even breathing during those days.
Blueberry would often call him lazy, and tell him to get up, but he would just joke and brush it off and Blueberry would stop bugging him after a bit. It made Stretch feel bad, but he knew that he couldn't handle it! He couldn't handle talking to people or just getting up.
It was troublesome.
Today was one of those days.
He laid on the bed, with his head resting on his arms, his eyes shut. He's been having bad dreams again, things that he thought he's gotten over... or at least things that he thought he could brush off now. Dreaming of resets. Ha, of course.
Ugh.
He hated that sorta stuff. He hated how many times they had to be killed over and over again. Did he blame the kid? Maybe? He didn't really know, not anymore.
While he was laying there he heard footsteps, then knocking on the door. Stretch lets out a slow breath and moves a pillow over to hide his face in it. Go away Blue, he didn't wanna talk right now.
The door opened and he heard a voice he wasn't expecting, "Stretch? Are you okay?"
His bones locked for a second. Wait... that was Y/n? What was Y/n doing here? They weren't supposed to hang out today, were they? No, he didn't remember them making plans or anything.
He lifts his head to look over at them, frowning slightly, and asks, "What... are you doing here?"
"Your brother called me, he said that you're not feeling real good," They walk over, sit beside him on the bed and they start to rub his back, "Do you want to talk about what's going on?"
“I’m a burden, aren’t I?”
He sees Y/n's eyes widen, and they tilt their head, asking, "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes I just can't get up out of bed. I should be able to do more but I just... can't!" he holds up his arms, then drops them, sighing. "I just feel like I'm being a burden."
"Stretch," They mumble, frowning and they reach over to place their hands on his cheeks, "You aren't a burden at all. You do things at your own pace, and you're trying to do your best and that's amazing. Sometimes people have bad days... I don't think anyone blames you for that." They rub their thumb against his cheek as they spoke, his eyesockets shut.
Well, what about Blueberry? He just thought that Stretch was lazy, and sure, he was a bit lazy, but it was normally just cause he couldn't handle anything else. His emotions would work against him.
Y/n continues to talk, "Hey, why don't we just spend the day together in here? We can lay together and chat, huh?" He looks at them, their smile, and couldn't help his own little grin. He nods in approval and pulls them into a hug, falling back onto his bed hearing them laugh, telling him to knock it off.
Stretch, of course, wasn't at 100% but he had a feeling that Y/n would be a lot of help...
Summary: Stretch is a mall Santa and you get your photo taken with him.
Notes: The third chapter of And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree, my four-part holiday series focusing on festive-themed dates with Rus, Edge, Stretch, and Papyrus.
Tags: Reader/underswap Papyrus, kinda crack-y, fluff, established relationship.
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"a playstation and a puppy, got it. i won't make any promises, kid, but if you don't give your parents a hard time, your chances are looking good."
The monster child, wearing a very festive green-and-red striped shirt, nods solemnly. "I'll behave, I promise!"
Stretch taps a white-gloved finger to his skull, just beneath the socket. "i'll hold you to that. now look over there and give the nice person behind the camera a big smile."
From your place in line, you beam like an idiot, then conceal said smile with your hand. You already look like a weirdo - no need to make it worse by grinning like a crazy person at someone's kid.
But this whole situation is in that perfect sweet spot between absurd and endearing and no matter how hard you try, you can't fight the smile off your face. You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet excitedly, fighting the urge to fidget with your sweater.
You don’t rock far, though, because you’re crammed between two families with small children and want to avoid stepping on anyone’s toes.
It’s been like this ever since you got to the mall. It’s crowded, buzzing with activity. You'd driven around for a good ten minutes for a parking spot and had narrowly escaped with your life and front bumper intact after almost stealing a spot from a harried-looking woman in a minivan.
Now that you're inside, it's no better. The stores themselves are full-to-bursting with people doing their gift shopping and where you’re standing, lining up outside the roped-off area that serves as Santa’s Workshop, it’s even busier.
It’s cute, though. You’ll give them that. An elaborate set is constructed in the centre of the large open atrium, complete with fake snow, a red velvet throne, and a towering Christmas tree. Employees dressed as elves usher excited children and weary parents - and you, all by your lonesome - into line, while Stretch, clad in an impressive mall Santa get-up complete with a white beard and hat waits on his throne.
Mariah Carey blares from the speakers, just on this side of too loud. Not loud enough, though, to cover up the din of excited children chattering fills the air, punctuated by the occasional shriek or whine when someone gets stepped on or pushed.
You shuffle forward in line, dodging stray elbows and trying not to trip over any small children. The giant Christmas tree glitters with delicate glass ornaments, and the throne looks plush and luxurious.
As you get close to the front, the bored attendant waves you forward.
“Just you getting photos today?” they ask, raising their brow.
"Yep. That's my boyfriend," you say to them, feeling the urge to explain why you're a whole ass adult getting a solo photo taken with a mall Santa. It’s not weird if you’re dating said mall Santa, right?
"Good for you," the attendant says. They pick at their nails, painted a festive, glittery green.
"Yeah," you say softly, unable to stop your fond smile as you watch Stretch grin lazily at the camera, teeth almost hidden behind the fake beard. The lights flash and the next family are sent on their way. "Good for me."
The attendant makes a gagging noise under their breath, the bell at the top of their elf hat jingling.
You can't find it in yourself to be offended. You've worked customer service during the holidays; you get it. You'd be nauseated by you too.
As the family before you finishes up, the attendant turns to you. "Well, you're up. Three minutes with Santa and then you exit through the left - no clogging up the workshop. I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend, we're running on a tight schedule."
You give the attendant a thumbs-up and enter the little pen the throne, tree, and cameraperson are contained in, giving Stretch a little wave. He looks surprised to see you, browbone twitching under the brim of his hat.
“So,” you say, “how many Jack Skellington references have you heard today?” You’re fighting the urge to make one yourself.
“a few,” Stretch replies, sprawled across Santa’s chair like he owns not only the chair itself, but the entire mall. “tickled my funny bone the first fifty times, but they’re kinda losing their kick. what’re you doing here?”
You grin. “I've gotta get my Christmas wishlist straight to the top and I don't trust the postal service. You should get on that, actually - surely you could do some modernising. Email? FAX?"
"the big guy's more of a pen and paper traditionalist. i, heh, like your sweater."
You pluck said sweater; a woolen blue number, hideously lumpy, embossed with the words 'PUT YOUR BALLS ON ME'. It's patterned with lighter blue circles, but that's the only thing on it that vaguely alludes to anything festive. "You get it, right? Cause it's a --"
"stretch?"
"Yes!" You're so glad - you got some really weird looks in line and would've been heartbroken if it hadn't paid off. "I dug it out of a Goodwill bargain bin especially for you."
“aw, honey, you shouldn’t’ve.”
"Two minutes of holiday cheer left!" the attendant calls, tapping their pointy little elf-shoe covered foot.
You give them another thumbs-up, then turn back to Stretch. "Some operation, huh? I can't believe you're doing this - I know you lost that bet, but I fully thought you'd weasel your way out of it. Not like you to not leave yourself a loophole." He’s had some pretty weird odd-jobs, but mall Santa is out there, even for him.
“what do you mean? i'm having a great time. this is the perfect job for me; i get to sit on my ass all day eating candy canes. no loophole needed. ‘sides, who’s better to qualified than me to tell kids whether they’re naughty or nice?” he says.
“… that’s definitely one way to put it.” If that’s how he wants to use the judge, that's none of your business. It's hard to think of a child actually being deemed naughty by his standards, but then you think of what little you've been told about the resets and the judgement hall and swiftly shove that line of thought right out of your brain and into the not today bin.
By your count, you've got a minute and forty-five seconds left and you're not wasting any of it. Time to get this show on the road.
You plop down onto Stretch's lap, eliciting an "oof" from him as you make yourself comfortable. His hands come up to rest lightly on your waist. The cheap velvet of the Santa suit is scratchy against your legs, but you pay it no mind, focused entirely on your boyfriend's face.
The spirit gum holding on his fake beard is even more noticeable, little flecks of white dried adhesive visible along his jawline. The sheer ridiculousness of it forces a laugh out of you.
“hey, this is serious business. these photos are thirty-five bucks for the complete pack. extra ten if you want them sent to your email too.”
You whistle lowly. “That’s robbery. Highway robbery. What happened to having a generous, giving spirit?”
“what’s christmas if not a capitalist nightmare?” he says.
You cover your snort with your hand. “I hope you’re not telling the kids that.”
He shrugs. “someone’s gotta. it’s a rough world out there.”
“And they’re smiling for the picture after that?”
“a few jokes and they perk right back up. usually save the best one right when the photo’s about to be snapped. speaking of, what do you call Santa when he's wearing earmuffs?” He covers the sides of his head with his hands, gloved phalanges pressed over his acoustic meatus.
“What?” you ask, fighting a smile.
“what?” he echoes.
“What do you call him?” you say, a little louder.
He tilts his skull to the side, looking confused. “sorry, what?”
“I said wha- oh, fuck you,” you say, rolling your eyes. You’ve heard about a hundred different plays on that exact joke and have fallen for it about a hundred times. “I get it, hah hah, he can’t hear you. Very funny.”
You can see his shit-eating grin even through the beard. “i know, i’m hilarious. okay, what about this; what does gyftrot have hanging on their antlers?”
“…what?” you say, a little wary.
“horn-aments.”
That punches an uncouth snort out of you. “Poor Gyftrot.” You hope their antlers are free of decorations.
“poor gyftrot,” he agrees.
“Photo time, guys,” the camera person says. Though wearing the same elf costume, they seem marginally more friendly than the attendant. Good for them. They jingle a bell right above the lens of their camera to draw your attention, the way you might wave a rattle at a baby, or a toy bone at an overly excited dog.
You turn to face the camera, angling your body to show off your sweater. It’s a little awkward, balancing on his boney, felt-covered lap, but you make do with minimal flailing. Stretch shifts too, straightening a little. You wipe an errant bit of spirit gum from his jaw.
“don’t worry, you can use my employee discount for the pictures,” he says. “in the spirit of holiday giving and all.”
“Yeah?” you ask, amused. “And what’s that?”
“one hundred percent off, ‘cause i’ll swipe the sd card at the end of my shift.”
That sounds about right. “Can you get me one of those novelty magnet frames too? I wanna put the picture on the fridge.”
“consider your holiday wish granted.”
“That’s perfect,” the cameraperson says. “On three, I want you to give me a nice big smile.”
You give a camera-ready smile and, as the cameraperson jingles their bell again, drawing your attention, you say to Stretch through your teeth, “Do I get your best joke now?”
“nah,” he whispers in your ear, “but you can jingle my bell anytime you want.”
Your practiced smile blooms into a genuine grin, mouth open around a laugh, and the camera clicks.
“Do you like these photos of you? I have a lot more.” with Stretch
Whoooo! Stretch
You loved your friend, Stretch. As a friend, of course! You met him a bit after the monsters came above ground, and you two hit it off fast!
You loved to spend time with him. He was so laid back... Sure, sometimes he got overwhelmed by stuff but that's expected.
You even got to help him with his nightmares, when he had them.
There were a few things you found a bit... Odd. Sometimes you'd think you see him and go over but then he wouldn't be there. Other times he'd just appear out of nowhere! You'd say something and he just responds and... It was really confusing.
After talking to him about it, he said he had no idea about seeing him. He even made a joke that you were just picturing him cause you wanted to see him.
You laughed it off. He didn't.
Now it was another day! Nearing Halloween and you were very excited. You and Stretch came up with a really fun matching costume. You came over just to check up on him, and tell him you got your part of the costume.
Blueberry, Stretch's younger brother, told you that you could head on up cause Stretch was home! You thanked him and headed upstairs.
You were so excited to tell him that you got your costume! You wondered if he's gotten his own yet?
Walking into his room, you were hit by confusion. Stretch wasn't in there. Where was he? Blueberry said that he was home, right?
After waiting for a little while, and walking around the room, your foot hit a box. It was peeking out a little from under the bed. When you kicked it, the box got knocked over "ah!" You crouch down, starting to gather up the pictures that fell out.
Shit, you didn't mean to hit it! You look at one of the pictures as you were about to put it back into the box but freeze.
It was a picture of you. They ALL were pictures of you.
Some were when you two were hanging out, those were fine but others...
Some showed you walking around in your house, others just around town. When you thought you saw him, was that really him taking pictures of you?
Panic rushed through your body as you gulped down your nerves. What the hell?
“Do you like these photos of you? I have a lot more.” you heard from behind you, causing your body to tense and you slowly look over your shoulder to see Stretch.
He was looking at you with his relaxed smile, but the way he was looking at you... It made you feel unnerved.
"Y-You... You have more?"
"Course. When someone is as pretty as you? Who wouldn't?" He slowly starts to walk closer, causing you to back up, your back hitting his bed, "though..." He continues, "I never expected you'd look through things that's not yours" a bit of annoyance slipped into his voice.
Hi can I request Underswap papyrus with a S/O who can twitch their nose like a bunny? (Yes it’s me Alex or alexismynon-binaryname)
cute lol.
He loves seeing you do that. He thinks that it's one of the cutest things. Sometimes he'll call you bunny as a nickname, and likes to 'kiss' your nose to see it twitch.
He has no idea why your nose twitches like that, and honestly, he doesn't really wanna know. He just knows that he likes it and likes seeing you do it and he finds it weirdly wholesome and calming? No idea why.
But yeah, he likes to see you do it and I think he would tease you about it! Though he doesn't want you to stop, of course.
Stretch never seemed open to talking about having children. He just laughed a little and told you that it would most likely not work out cause, you know, they weren't the same type of creature.
Hybrids couldn't happen!
…
Right?
The idea of it, honestly, scared him so that's why he never wanted to talk to you about it. That was until he got woken up by his phone blinging. With a little yawn, he rubs at his sockets mumbling “what in the world?”
He reaches over, picking up his phone, and squints checking the time. It was 12:19 am who was messaging him at 12:19 AM? He checks and saw it was his datemate! 'Stretch!' 'hun' 'I took a test today' He rereads the messages, then smiles a little and types out 'that's nice' 'what grade did you get?'
Was it stupid to write that? Yeah, a little, but he was literally JUST woken up so of course he was confused.
It took a minute but then he got a picture and he blinks a few times to clear any of the blurriness that just waking up causes and his sockets widened when he saw it was a pregnancy test! "They're pregnant" he mumbles to himself.
"They're pregnant!" He says, louder this time, sitting up in bed and he types quickly 'You're pragnmant?! How're you?'
'you know how' you write. Honestly, you were most likely laughing at him...
He stands up and hurries over to his brothers room, pushing the door open “Y/n's pregnant!”
and he ran out before his brother could answer. At least he was already dressed, all he needed to do was walk over there and then he could see you! He was gonna be so damn cuddly.
He stops at the door, since he realized something... he shakes his head to himself and teleports. Once he got to your house he reaches up, starting to knock on the door.
Yeah, he was nervous to be a dad and all that, but he was excited about the fact that you were pregnant! Who wouldn't be?!
You and Stretch decided that today would be a lazy day. He had his arms wrapped around your waist, his head rested against your shoulder with his eyes shut.
You could feel his tail wagging lightly, it was very softly thumping against your leg. It was adorable.
Looking over at him, you get a little smile and reach up to pet the top of his skull, "You comfortable?" you ask.
He starts to purr very softly, opening one of his sockets to look at you and nods, "Yeah" He nuzzles you letting out a little breath, "It's nice, not havin' to worry about anything" at least for a little while.
You press a kiss against his cheek, which he leans into. You had a feeling you knew what he was talking about, and honestly, you really agreed.
