“What town is this?” (from Alpha to any Undertale muse)
Papyrus clasped his hands together, his everpresent smile on his face. This was his chance to impress a random stranger. Remember your training, remember the lines you’d rehearsed a hundred times.
“WHY, SNOWDIN OF COURSE! HOME OF PAPYRUS, ROYAL GUARDSMAN IN TRAINING.” A pause. “THAT’S ME, OF COURSE.”
It was only after his introduction that he remembered his manners. “AND WHAT MIGHT BRING YOU WAY OUT HERE HM? ARE YOU FROM THE CAPITAL?”











