your wild side
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WARNING: this chapter includes a scene that can cause discomfort to sensitive (I guess those who suffer from aicmofobia, belonephobia for example)
Tag: underfell au , wolvesfell au, bad language, violence, fight
character chapter: underfell!Papyrus , wolvesfell!Sans,
chapter summary: Sans has a bad idea. Papyrus tries very hard to recover his brother. FAIL.
AO3
the english isn’t my first language, i hope is ok writting.
Chapter 5: spaghetti
words: 1635
The first thing he noticed was that it felt warm and nice. It was covered with a soft blanket. Slowly and lazily he opened his eyes without knowing very well where he was. I look around her trying to remember her latest memories; The last thing I knew was that I was in the woods ... with the other monster- !!. After remembering the fight began to have anxiety - no no no. They CAN'T catch me again! "He got up and heard a slight tinkle, as he looked down, he noticed that there was a chain, took off his comfortable blanket and took a few steps back, the chain was stuffed around his neck, Paw found that there was something around him. He was beginning to panic. I could not pass this up again!
He sat for a while looking at the floor but at the same time trying to relax. With a loud sigh he raised his head and tried to take a closer look. He was in a cell, the bars were made of wood. Insufficiently wide enough to pass.he could see that outside the cell there was a hallway to the left although it couldn't see the bottom of it. At the other corner was a chest of drawers with three large drawers. And inside the cell there was only him and a plate with food. After the discovery, he raised his ears with all his attention on that plate. I was hungry. The last few days he had hardly eaten anything he had focused on finding his herd with no success at all. But when he went to the plate he felt a small tug on his neck. The chain was long but the delicacy opposite was far from reaching it only for very little, even if he stretching the paw he can't arrived.
What did that monster want from him? nothing nice probably . His gaze once again focused on the chain and followed the rest until he saw that the other end was lodged on the wall with an hook ... maybe he could do something.
Papyrus closed the door of the shed and looked up at the sky for some answer by leaning his back on the door. -What am I going to do now? How do I fix this, if I dont even know how it happened? "He gave a last sigh, starting to march toward his house. He did not feel like is a good idea telling anyone about it, who knows what would happen, until he had the better controlled the situation. Sans would simply stay in the shed. checked him. Although every day monsters crossed by their house to go to and return from Waterfall with the possibility of being heard, it didn't matter much, long ago the shed was reformed to be a temporary cell with which to lock problematic people in Snowdin or for humans? Who knows when it would appear one ?, it can't be said that it gave much use but it was useful in some moments like this so peculiar, nevertheless would prefer to have it in house more secure and much more controlled but until his brother didn't give his Would collaborate couldn't do more.
He dropped to the couch pulling his head back once sitting reflected on everything, his brother didnt even recognize him ... wasn't even sure he could understand when he spoke to him, it seemed that he had become wild could perhaps tame him? Or at least make him stop grunting every time he saw him. Maybe he could get her to trust him again with food, after all, and apparently Sans had been feeding on no-magical food, he had to eat something suitable to replenish magic, and there was a good chance he understood that he was not his enemy, or At least it would be a start. He entered the kitchen and began planning as if it were a high-profile mission of great importance. What he prepared should be nutritious and that will help Sans to remember to be, could work .... His expression changed to bitter as he remembered what could be truly "suitable," the greasy garbage that his brother and those in that dump dare call food.- NEVER! About my dust!- There must have been something more symbolic .... Like ... spaghetti! It was literally the first thing he cook in his life was for a week just preparing pasta and tomato sauce to improve his master recipe. His brother was eating hard pasta, salty food and burnt sauce for seven long days it is impossible for him not to remember such a thing.
With a smile on his skull he began to get ingredients and prepare the water for the pasta. For a moment he rephrased whether to make it as vomit as in his first attempts, but he reminded himself that the goal was to eat the dish not to hate him more than he was now hate him.
After spending two long worried days and an extra plus being confused, Papyrus was finally relaxed, it was really the only thing that made him really smile and make him happy after having a day (everyday) of shit. It was pleasant to disconnect and think that nothing bad would happen while he cooking.
After an hour in the kitchen (or about that) and steaming plate and succulent pasta was ready for anyone to lay the tooth. he grab the plate and take it out of the house, to the shed, when he enter he notice that something wasn't right. Sans was still unconscious, lying on the ground in the same posture as when he removed the ropes, it was a great advantage that during the whole trip did not wake up but it had already been four hours since the fight, well maybe it had not been that long As if to worry, but the Great skeleton was rethinking the problem. he jerked your head and he into on the cell, the door had a much safer lock but in this case I simply used the knocker on the door of the cell. Papyrus left the plate close to his brother who gave clear signs that he wasn't comfortable, his body was contracted, a clear signal that he was cold, and it seemed that he didn't sleep well.
the skeleton returned to the kitchen with the idea that later would check him again if he were still unconscious, for now your current objective was to prepare a recipe that he have long seen but couldn't find the time to try it, he look at the round and big clock of the kitchen; 4:17 AM, he was tired but Asgore knows that sleeping would be impossible as much as he wanted. He went to the fridge and started to get the ingredients they needed. I have been trying to figure out how to do this, but I do not know what to do. The plate I could simply keep it tied up like before, he would have to find a way to handle it more easily without becoming the bad guy. He left the cage and approached the large chest of drawers. He opened the first drawer and pulled out a coiled string of good length (but short in his own way) and rummaging further he found the string where the string was, the drawer was full of instrument like padlocks, strings, chains, And especially wives. A pile of three blankets lay on top of the same chest of drawers. The blankets were practically so that the prisoner did not die of cold, to make reports on the death of crooks was something totally odious. When he had everythinghe needed he returned to the cell again and began putting the red leather necklace to the monster and then the chain that hooked on the wall. On the wall were a couple of more hooks and handcuffs to tie the wrists, who would not be proud to turn a filthy shed into a cell of improvised to "luxury"? After finishing all the tasks he have sighed and left with the hope that what he had done would not cause much controversy for his brother.
5:07 AM
He looked at the clock and thought it wise to make an inspection again, took off his apron and returned to the shed.
When he entered,Sans was already awake, lying and huddled on the wall, then noticed the plate of spaghetti. It was still intact where he had left it an hour earlier. Not even showed a sign of a bit shy. It was intact. Sans didn't take his eyes off him, watching for the most imperceptible movement in him.
Papyrus sighed and sat down in front of where the other was outside the cell.
"Remember when I started with the kitchen? You've been eating my mistakes for a week, "I laugh lightly," but I've improved in the last few years, remember? "- the other simply kept his gaze, this was totally ridiculous. A closer look Papyrus discovered blood stains on the ground rather worrying. Already with the restlessness in the body the great and high skeleton went towards the door of the cell. His brother became aware of the other's intentions and put himself in a position of defense, grunting for a change- " STOP A FUCKING TIME WITH THAT!" - halfway down he found that on the wall where the hook for the chain was overly chipped Full of claw marks. Papyrus frowned as he redirected his gaze to his paws. And as the other suspected, he kept his right paw raised where it was observed, as on the tip of a piece of wood, some blood dripped. He had to do something about it, whether or not his brother collaborated.