#sfpapryus

[sfpapyrus]

The Perfect Brother

@rottenberryblast

Papyrus strolled slowly through a very familiar timeline. The same trees lined the same path that led to the same bar with the same monsters... If he wasn’t paying attention, he may even have believed it to be his own. Thankfully, it wasn’t. He’d just left the house after a pretty bad fight with his brother.

Sporting fresh bruises, and a crack in the back of his skull, he had a bit of a headache, but otherwise felt just fine. After Sans had gone out for the day for his guardsman duties, Papyrus had free time. So he’d decided to pay a visit to the nearby SwapFell timeline that housed Rotten and Fret, figuring neither of them would comment too much on his current state. Knocking twice on the door, he watched the passing monsters idly as he waited.

[sfpapyrus]

Unwelcome Intrusions

@swthedragonarist16

Papyrus leaned against a tree in Snowdin Forest, not far from his sentry station. Much like a statue, he rested his head against the trunk, utterly still, much like the quiet forest around him. Not even a small breeze rustled the leaves above today. It was peaceful, and quiet- the kind of loud silence that swallowed even the merest idea of sound.

The skeleton idly watched the thin tendrils of smoke rise from the cherry tip of his lit cigarette in their lazy journey to the leafless canopy above his head. They danced around the bare, winter branches, before fading to nothingness above.

Contemplating, the monster thought as he listened to his surroundings, for the crack of breaking twigs, or the barest shift of snow to signal the approach of another. For now, he heard none, but peace never seemed to last long.