Papyrus is Sparing You.

Still blinking blankly at the odd skeleton, she couldn’t help but being a little amused, but also a little skeptical. After all, this strange creature didn’t even know her, they couldn’t. So how could he know if she was nice and kind or a monster in her own right? 

Who was she kidding? She’d barely left her room since she’d arrived here out of pure fear, was it really such a mystery that this was not the kind of thing she was used to. “… I suppose you’re correct. … I don’t tend to spend much time around others. … I’m not very good company.”

But the promise of protection felt a little… uncomfortable. No one protected her, no one took care of her. That wasn’t her role in the world, she was just a useless waste of space. She’d been told it often enough she had no question in her mind if it was true or not. “… You’d be better off… taking care of yourself and yourself alone. You… don’t know me, or anything about me. … There’s not sense in you attaching yourself to me. 

Still, as he continued on to mirror her own sentiment, there was something in her that felt just a little fuller with the agreement. “… There are no guarantees here, just as in the real world. … Not all who are supposedly supposed to protect… do so.” After all, that was what parents were supposed to be for, but hers had done nothing but hurt her for as long as she could remember. “… I’ve been alone for a long time. … I don’t anticipate that changing here.”

                “EVERYONE CAN BE GOOD COMPANY!” Papyrus says brightly, clapping his hands together. “I’M SURE YOU’RE GREAT! NOT AS GREAT AS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, BUT GREAT NONETHELESS!”

His grin seems permanently fixed with his refusal to let it slip at all, even though it’s not actually. It was always something he found a little funny, about him and his brother. That Sans is the one with a fixed smile while he’s such a Negative Nelly about everything, and that the endlessly cheerful Papyrus is the one with an inexplicably more expressive skull.

Despite being one, Papyrus doesn’t understand Skeleton Monsters at all. He’s okay with that though, since it’s just him and his brother anyway. Or... Just... him here...

He doesn’t need to know when it’s just him, really. 

                “THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF AND OTHER PEOPLE. BACK HOME I TOOK CARE OF MYSELF AND MY LAZYBONES BROTHER SANS! I WANT TO ‘ATTACH’ MYSELF TO YOU!” He’s very, very earnest and genuine, and seemingly unaware how unusual this actually is.

To him being alone is what’s unusual, and with the murder he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

Blinking at the strange… skeleton… before her, she barely knew what to do with herself. Really, how did they even find the people they brought into this hellish game? And… was this one even a person? She was so confused. 

“… Thank you, I guess. … But why me? … There are plenty of people here who are likely also in need of your… services, so to speak. I’m… okay. … I made it through this round… I just… can’t believe… someone actually did it.” 

Her voice was soft, broken speech only growing more broken as she touched on the subject she didn’t want to think about, let along speak of. “… I didn’t think… someone would actually do it…”

                “YOU LOOKED NICE, SO I WANTED TO HELP YOU, NICE PEOPLE SHOULD STICK TOGETHER, SHOULD WE NOT?” Papyrus forces a grin, clapping his hands together.

He wanted to find someone nice to stick by, since the solitude was starting to get to him. He doesn’t remember a time in his life that he’s been so alone. He’s always had Sans, and he feels deep in his SOUL that even before he can remember, he always had Sans. 

Papyrus doesn’t know how to be alone, let alone how to be alone and scared. He’s just not going to admit that.

                “AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM THE NICEST MOST AMAZING PERSON, SO I WANT TO PROTECT ANOTHER NICE PERSON! AND I CHOSE YOU!” She did look nice. And definitely isn’t the bad guy since she doesn’t fit any of the evidence.

Papyrus starts shaking immediately- his bones rattling audibly- at the sight of the hanging body, and his eyes take on a purple glow, showing his fear and anguish.

Never never never has he seen a dead body. Even if people had died around him before now (which they haven’t), he wouldn’t have have seen anything even close to this, as monsters turn to dust when they die.

So this is a shock, and the most horrifying thing he remembers ever seeing.

Collapsing to his knees, Papyrus hides his face in his hands starting to sob softly. He didn’t know Yuri at all, but the idea of anyone dying, and dying like that is unbearable to him.

This isn’t good. Papyrus is glad his brother isn’t here, since all Sans does is sleep, but at the same time he wishes he was, because waking up in a strange place and being told that you have to murder someone to leave, then being told that no one can sleep until someone is murdered...

It’s REALLY scary, and Papyrus wishes Sans was here to tell him why it’s going to be okay. As it is now, he’s not so sure...

It’s Babyplates!Papyrus’s Birthday! @voidscattered​