Rest in Papyrus

‘tis not heaviness settled within scout’s bones, but a buzzing hymn telling him to escape. it moves throughout the body, focused, half-full, just waiting for actions to be taken. though the creatures within those ruins had indeed shared a common desire for his death, they’ve also differed greatly beyond that. perhaps this skeletal stranger wields deceit to spill blood. perhaps he’s clever, cunning.  jeremy’s met such a soul.  what a fool he is, however. what a goddamn fool. a goddamn full so hungry for a single breath of air, no matter how cold said air may be. there he stands, sky-like eyes narrowed. fingers curled into a fist just in case this breath is taken from him. 

       “ —’daw, fuck off. y’er one’a ‘dem. “

       “ y’er one’a ‘dem lil’ gremlin assholes tryin’ t’kill me. “

     It should be impossible to find humor in situations like this. But fortunately, or unfortunately, it was what he did. What he nearly always did. Papyrus slowly raised a hand to his forehead, measuring himself and then lowered his hand to what he assumed the human’s height was. He raised a brow bone before saying a word.

        “..........little?”

     Alright, enough of that. He should at least try to clear this up. Honestly, he had had really wanted to kill him he would’ve been dead already. “....ya know...sometimes people end up attacking when they’re scared of something. You don’t really look all that friendly yourself....not saying you’re completely in the wrong here though.” Even with that dust on your hands.

bonesandbeans:

     So, this is what it all came down to. This is what his life had become. Sitting in a haunted house people came by to get scared. No, his job wan’t even playing the spooky skeleton. His job was to sit by the door they kept the costumes and old relics in and make sure no one touched them. It was perfect, they said, all he had to do was talk and they’d probably get scared off.

      -it wasn’t even October yet, did humans like getting scared that much? 

     Alphys had convinced Sans that this was a great way for Papyrus to get to get some quick cash since he didn’t have a good job yet…

       She was grinning the whole time.

      “Sorry but, that room’s not for anybody but the dead.”

[Clues]

Vivi trotted through the ‘haunted’ house cheerfully, giggling at the overdone decor. It was pretty ridiculous what counted as scary anymore. They had real life monsters living around the neighborhood, but sure - plastic skeletons and sheet ghosts were gonna spook everyone.

Actually, she’d like to hear a monster’s opinion on the haunted house. Did they think it was funny, or offensive? Maybe they just thought it was stupid - which, it totally was, but hey, the people running the place got points for trying.

She’d just bounced into another room, only halfway paying attention to anything except her own inner commentary when someone’s voice finally brought her back to reality. She blinked in confusion for a minute, until her eyes finally landed on the skeleton by the door she’d been heading towards. 

There’s another couple of seconds of silence while her brain tried to decide if he was actually real, before her manners finally kicked in and a huge grin split her face.

“Woops! Sorry ‘bout that - guess I wasn’t payin’ attention!” She laughed brightly and clasped her hands behind her back, “Kinda wild, havin’ a spooky house in the middle of June though, ain’t it?”

     “That’s one way to put it.” Well, the human didn’t look like she was going to cause him any strife. It was easy for him to just sit around doing nothing. But sometimes it was pretty boring. Plus, how often did a human walk up and decide to strike up a normal conversation with him?

     Not that often. He didn’t exactly go out of his way to talk to them either, if he was really thinking about it. “No worries by the way, it’s kind of easy to get lost in the place.” He shrugged, sitting up as straight as he could and holding back a yawn.

( bonesandbeans. )

     Wowie, that was new. Not surprising per say, but different. Why was interacting with this….particular version of himself so…refreshing for some reason? He didn’t really feel like delving into the detailed bitty gritty of why. But at least being stuck here wasn’t going to be so bad. “Ah~ man. Starlight it is then.” He wondered how the other Papyrus got that nickname in the first place. Was he into stars like Sans was maybe? He may like to drift through the echo flowers every once and a while but stars didn’t really interest him that much. Nah, the star he really admired was the sun. 

    Spaghetti? Like an alarm, the word triggered his senses. How long had it been since he ate something? No, more importantly how long had it been since he had spaghetti? Ignoring the fact that he had neglected to eat anything that day yet so really anything would’ve sounded good to him right then. He really can’t even remember what time he started on his little…test drive. 

      Moving with just a little more speed than usual, he was drawn to the living room. He was trying not to seem excited about it, but, he didn’t get to eat spaghetti as often as he liked to. His brother couldn’t really eat his Spaghetti. The last time he tried cooking it and serving it to Sans he took one bite and kind of…froze for a minute. Then when he tried to take it away Sans insisted it was the best thing he’d ever had and ate the whole pot, ended up getting sick.

     So yeah, this was going to be a favorable experience for him. “Wow, thanks. Can’t tell you how long it’s been since I last had some pasta.” The fork was picked up with gusto. “Flavor town is one of my favorite places to go.”

   The name was picked a little more cautiously than that, albeit with a relation to Sans either way. He’d rarely ever been given compliments and kindness growing up from his peers, but his brother, his brother was always there to resonate awe and amazement at even his smallest strides. The look on his face when he got his first report card (  aces across the board, naturally  ), when he created his first puzzle, when he made his first plate of spaghetti  (  even though that, in part, was something more indescribable  ), when he first wore his battle body, when he first became an ambassador alongside Frisk… and so on. Each and every time, he was there to inspire him with just a twitch of his smile being enough to spark a light in his SOUL.

                      ❝ — my brother is a real star. ❞

     —— That damn bag of bones, always making him so sappy.

   “O— HOOOO?” Forget the honeyed thoughts of familial love! Something just as important just came up, the adoration for his prized spaghetti to a level he’d never seen before! Well, no, that wasn’t true, but… it was more of a rarity than anything else. To think that someone else could be so excited to eat a plate of his home cooking! It just… was enough to make even a grown skeleton cry!  (  Of course, the Great Papyrus did not cry, so he’d just keep that in mind metaphorically.  )

   “EXCELLENT! YES, YES, THIS IS VERY GOOD!” Perhaps he’d become a little too enthusiastic, what with the little dancing of his feet in one spot. “I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT, ONCE YOU TAKE A BITE, YOU WILL NEVER IGNORE THE DESIRE TO HAVE SPAGHETTI EVER AGAIN! YOU’LL KEEP CRAWLING BACK FOR MORE, AND I, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, WILL ALWAYS DELIVER!” After all, what kind of host —— or monster, for that matter —— would he be if he ignored one of his many, many callings? Probably a lazybones like his freaking brother.

      Wow he was really enthused about it. Well not to say that he wasn’t himself, because he was hungry. Mostly due to his own negligence but that was absolutely beside the point. The point, subject of speaking, was there was spaghetti in front of him ready to be consumed. He wasn’t one to deny himself the simple enjoyments of life. Whether it be tea with extra honey accompanied by a freshly baked spider donut or a couple jars of spaghetti sauce.

...a few jars of spaghetti sauce.

     So, he took the first bite of spaghetti, making sure to cram the biggest amount imaginable. His impulse control could be pretty dismal when it came down to food. But as he started to chew he realized- it was different, the taste, flavor, whatever you wanted to call it. But it was also....nostalgic in sense. His own pasta...was kind of like this. Only his tended to catch flame really quickly. He couldn’t quite master the art of just warm spaghetti yet. Which was ridiculous by the way, pasta noodles were the most durable food in existence.

some-rp-meme-blog:

outbraves:

( bonesandbeans. )

      “Heh.” He was pleased with himself, that was certain. Sans had always warned him that one day his absurd sense of humor was going to get him in trouble. But really, it was one of the few things he still got a kick out of, that never got old. Still, even as he stood up and brushed himself off, he would probably have to cut back on the jokes a bit. He didn’t want to drive the other Papyrus too far up the wall. That would just be rude. Funny yeah, but rude. He did kind of mess up the guy’s yard.

     He took a moment to familiarize himself with his surroundings. The place seemed…homey actually. It felt kind of warm in a weird gushy heartfelt way. But his attention haphazardly focused back on his counterpart. He just sort of…lingered there while the other spoke. It make him feel a little better that there was someone he could work with to try and fix things. He usually wasn’t so lucky. His brow bone raised a bit more with nearly every word the other said.

     At the heavily emphasized ‘YOU’ he nearly blinked, but a horrible grin worked its way to him face. “Spuds huh? Not bad, not bad at all.” Hardly fazed, he tested the name in his mind and found that he kind of liked it. Had a flare of some sort. “Makes sense considering that I’m pretty much rooted here for now. That’s some nice creativity you have going for ya.” There was a pause, a small snort leaving him. “So I can’t call you potato then? Not that Starlight isn’t cool, I like it. But there’s so many options.…”

         “How about Petals? Or maybe Conductor, because you always so direct. Oh I know….since you’ve got the nickname Starlight I can call you Lit.”

   “I. WHAT.” The horrified stare was sure to make it obvious that his offerings were… less than desirable. Scrounging around and organizing the groceries he’d just gotten, including fruit punch-flavored cotton candy  (  obviously a new and rare indulgence  ), Papyrus quickly voiced his chagrin. “PETALS, FINE. CONDUCTOR SOUNDS SILLY——— BUT, BUT LIT?”

   Contrary to popular, degrading belief, he was no mere kid with the purity of a pristine lake. No, he easily understood far more than what the majority of people presumed he did, and stupid weed jokes were some of those things. If he thought that was going to fly over his head, he was wrong, and if he thought that it was going to be funny, he was very wrong. It’d obviously left a sour note on his tongue, and the items were slammed into the fridge with a rougher, more careless handling than his usual. The way his nose bridge crinkled with distaste when he glanced over his shoulder, in contrast to his more mature state of intelligence, was very… very childish.

   “STARLIGHT OR PETALS IS FINE——— AND WE WILL LEAVE IT AT THAT.” With an indignant huff, upon retrieving a tupperware bowl filled with spaghetti, he shoved the door closed with a smack of the hips to its surface. “IF ANYONE IS ‘LIT’ IN THIS HOUSEHOLD, I GUESS SANS WOULD FIT THE BILL, BUT HE DOESN’T… DO THAT.” He gave a click of the teeth. “AS FAR AS I KNOW.”

   Rummaging through the cabinets to retrieve a fork, heading into the living room and setting the bowl with greater fragility than his demeanor before, his mind simmering down from the irritation of… all of that behavior. He was going to get over it, though. He did with Sans, even if his brother’s antics were honestly to a lesser extent. Come on, now—— it was time to be an excellent host!

   “DESPITE YOUR JOKES BEING THE TYPE TO MAKE ME WANT TO PLANT MY HEAD IN THE TOILET, HOWEVER, I WELCOME YOU TO MY LIVING ROOM! PLEASE ENJOY YOUR SPAGHETTI AND BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELTS. IT WILL TAKE YOU FOR A WILD ADVENTURE TO FLAVOR TOWN!”

     Wowie, that was new. Not surprising per say, but different. Why was interacting with this....particular version of himself so...refreshing for some reason? He didn’t really feel like delving into the detailed bitty gritty of why. But at least being stuck here wasn’t going to be so bad. “Ah~ man. Starlight it is then.” He wondered how the other Papyrus got that nickname in the first place. Was he into stars like Sans was maybe? He may like to drift through the echo flowers every once and a while but stars didn’t really interest him that much. Nah, the star he really admired was the sun. 

    Spaghetti? Like an alarm, the word triggered his senses. How long had it been since he ate something? No, more importantly how long had it been since he had spaghetti? Ignoring the fact that he had neglected to eat anything that day yet so really anything would’ve sounded good to him right then. He really can’t even remember what time he started on his little...test drive. 

      Moving with just a little more speed than usual, he was drawn to the living room. He was trying not to seem excited about it, but, he didn’t get to eat spaghetti as often as he liked to. His brother couldn’t really eat his Spaghetti. The last time he tried cooking it and serving it to Sans he took one bite and kind of...froze for a minute. Then when he tried to take it away Sans insisted it was the best thing he’d ever had and ate the whole pot, ended up getting sick.

( bonesandbeans. )

     There it was, the recognition. It was nice, not just being remembered, but the short conversation they had before had uplifted him somewhat. Not that he remembered the real finer details…at least that’s what he told himself in regards to everything. At the time they had talked, there was something that moment that really brought him a decent amount of joy. But before he could even start to think about what that could’ve been the other skeleton went ahead and gave him a perfect demonstration. 

          ……did he just call him a potato man? 

     He snorted, dissolving into short fits of laughter. It was never a rarity for him to laugh but usually only his brother sans or a close friends could send him spiraling into this sort of hilarity. Something pricks at the corners of his eyes as he tried to recover from the oblivion he was drowning in. The way he regained his composure could be considered comical in of itself. Instead of sitting up straight he slumped over, looking as if he’d won something special in the title potato man. 

     Wow, he kind of wished he had tried to go back to that echo flower. He could almost forget about why he was even there in the first place. It was the strangest thing seeing someone that was so similar to him and so..ah…happy? No that was not it. He was really…energized! He had…

…..he was distracting himself again. 

     “Sorry about this.” He gestured to some of the burned remains of the yard. He wasn’t really sure how to explain it. He managed to keep his brother away from anything like this, regardless of if it would help or not. “I managed to have a small accident. I wasn’t aiming to end up here. But rest your bones, I’ll try not to be here for lawn.” 

   “OKAY, NO.” Oh dear stars, he wasn’t just like Sans. Heavens, no. He was worse than Sans. Sweet baby Delta Rune angels on a cracker, this was going to be a turbulent ride, wasn’t it? This was going to get really old, really fast——— but it obviously wasn’t obscuring his vision here. He was a fellow Papyrus in need of help, lost in a timeline not his own, and he himself was the generous sort! The desire to aid someone always overrode the need to gag over someone being a total try-hard.

   “I’M GOING TO PRETEND YOU NEVER SAID THAT AND JUST INVITE YOU INSIDE.” With a groan, Papyrus ushered him towards the back door and urged him inside, insistent to help him, despite their… odd meetings. The groceries were still left haphazardly dropped onto the counter, the bag drooping slightly with an apple rolling out onto the marble. It’s a good thing he always kept spaghetti on hand, or else he’d not have very much to share with him but apples, raw lasagna noodles, and candy. So. Much. Candy.

   “LOOK, I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU MANAGED THAT ‘SMALL’ ACCIDENT WITH, LIKE, A MILLION QUOTATION MARKS, BUT I’M SURE MY BROTHER CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET YOU HOME. IN THE MEANTIME, MY HOUSE IS NOW YOUR HOUSE!” He was brimming with optimism and kindness, ready to be the best goddamn host. He had an impression to leave on his other self, after all. “AS FOR ME, YOU NEED NOT CALL ME A POTATO, YOU ABSOLUTE GOOFUS. MY ALTERNATES TEND TO CALL ME STARLIGHT, SO——— MAKE WHAT YOU WILL OF THAT.

   “AND YOU——” He jabbed a fingertip towards his smug, stupid grin. Worse than Sans. “—— ARE OFFICIALLY ‘SPUDS’. I WILL ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES. SPUDS IT IS.”

      “Heh.” He was pleased with himself, that was certain. Sans had always warned him that one day his absurd sense of humor was going to get him in trouble. But really, it was one of the few things he still got a kick out of, that never got old. Still, even as he stood up and brushed himself off, he would probably have to cut back on the jokes a bit. He didn’t want to drive the other Papyrus too far up the wall. That would just be rude. Funny yeah, but rude. He did kind of mess up the guy’s yard.

     He took a moment to familiarize himself with his surroundings. The place seemed...homey actually. It felt kind of warm in a weird gushy heartfelt way. But his attention haphazardly focused back on his counterpart. He just sort of...lingered there while the other spoke. It make him feel a little better that there was someone he could work with to try and fix things. He usually wasn’t so lucky. His brow bone raised a bit more with nearly every word the other said.

     At the heavily emphasized ‘YOU’ he nearly blinked, but a horrible grin worked its way to him face. “Spuds huh? Not bad, not bad at all.” Hardly fazed, he tested the name in his mind and found that he kind of liked it. Had a flare of some sort. “Makes sense considering that I’m pretty much rooted here for now. That’s some nice creativity you have going for ya.” There was a pause, a small snort leaving him. “So I can’t call you potato then? Not that Starlight isn’t cool, I like it. But there’s so many options....”