#ler!papyrus

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4 : 6 ler : lee ratio

ᯓ★ LEE HEADCANONS ★ᯓ

✮ He gets super strong lee moods and becomes a super lazy bum whenever he wants to get tickled

✮ He only lets Frisk , Papyrus , and Toriel tickle him since he ' s the most vulnerable around them

✮ As an ecto stomach truther , I think his stomach and his ribs are his worst spots

✮ Sans ' dialogue voice font thingy is what he sounds like giggling

✮ " papyrus ? what are you — eheheheheheheeheheerererereeererrerereeere . . . "

✮ His lee mood will switch up if you say or do something cocky and when you do , he turns into a real monster

ᯓ★ LER HEADCANONS ★ᯓ

✮ Learned what tickling was from Papyrus

✮ He ' s a really really lazy ler

✮ Except when you provoke him

✮ AND HOLY FUCK IS HE SCARY

✮ He mostly targets Frisk , but also gets Toriel and Papyrus occasionally .

✮ ( More of a general headcanon ) He doesn ' t use his telekinesis except for around Frisk . Especially if we're going off of a timeline where we know Frisk remembers the genocide runs completely .

✮ " you ' re not going anywhere , kid "

[ You ' re blue now ] . . . [ You beg Sans for forgiveness , but nobody cared ]

✮ Toriel ' s the main target of his ler moods he puts more effort into her than anyone else ( soriel wins )

Lee!Papyrus Prompts:

(Someone of your choice) wants to ‘test something’ on papyrus. So he, gullibly and eagerly, holds still and allows them to.

Sans wonders if after all these years Pap is still ticklish. He has a plan to catch him off guard.

During Papyrus’ first cooking lesson with Toriel, he seems to be taking it too seriously and gets discouraged and stressed. Luckily, Toriel knows how to show him that cooking can be a lighthearted, non-stress hobby.

Sans has a stressful day, and Papyrus’ laugh improves his mood. He decides to use him as a stress toy.

On the surface, Papyrus experiences a thunderstorm for the first time, and is deathly terrified. (Insert person of choice) shows him there’s nothing to worry about with a few tickles.

(Someone of your choice that isn’t sans) touches Papyrus’ exposed spine, curious of how the bones feel. His squeak raises some questions.

Sans discovers that Papyrus makes funny noises when he’s tickled for long periods of time, such as snorts, squeaks, screeches and others. They cause him to laugh, too, so both of them are laughing happily.

Papyrus has the hiccups. (Someone of your choice) knows how to get them to stop.

Papyrus claims he’s too old for a bedtime story to try to be tougher. (He’s determined to be tougher to join the royal guard.) Sans takes this as an opportunity to mess with him and ‘cries’ into his shoulder that ‘he’s sad that he’s not his little brother anymore’ (just makes goofy sobbing noises and nuzzles his face into his shoulder and neck) until Papyrus admits he’s wanted a story the whole time

Papyrus detests that Sans calls him a goofball in front of their friends. Sans wants to prove to them how dorky his little brother is.

Papyrus is crying in his room, secretly thinking he’s a failure. Sans comes in to comfort him and cheer him up.

For once, Papyrus has a nightmare where he loses Sans. He needs physical comfort from his brother, but Sans takes it to another level.

Papyrus comments on how fluffy and soft Toriel’s fur is after a good hug. Toriel can’t resist.

(Insert person) gets a random call from papyrus. Turns out he accidentally called them while in a tussle with Undyne. They hear him get the hell tickled out of him. Papyrus realizes all too late that () has been listening in.

Undyne sneak attack tickles Papyrus in public, leading to embarrassment.

(Character(s) of your choice) find out how badly tickle teases and baby talk make Papyrus falter.

Sans remembers fondly of how he used to make Papyrus anticipate his tickles. It still works.

After all these years, papyrus is still scared of the tickle monster.

Papyrus gets raspberries from someone who isn’t sans (has lips and lungs) and realizes how different it feels. He goes into hysterics.

Sans can’t resist the fact that his goofy brother fell asleep with one arm over his head. He tickles him in his sleep and melts over his sleep-giggles.

Ler!Papyrus Prompts:

Sans reminisces on how Papyrus used to be small. Papyrus becomes irritated and lifts Sans up, tickling him in mid air.

Papyrus loves to squeeze (insert friend with flesh)!

Sans wants to go out to Grillby’s. Papyrus has his ways of getting sans to stay home and eat with him.

Sans is having a nightmare. Papyrus gently tickles him in his sleep to make him calm down.

Papyrus is a hungry tickle monster. (Insert person of choice) had better watch out!

(Character of choice) is curious of how sans and papyrus can breathe air despite not having lungs. Papyrus eagerly shows them through raspberries.

Papyrus is curious of (character’s) appendages that he doesn’t have. (Ears, stomach, cheeks). He decides to investigate.

Papyrus just wants to hear his brother laugh.

Undyne needs a good reason as to why she should let papyrus join the royal guard. He has a convincing strategy.

Papyrus is on a ticklish rampage, wanting to ‘spar’ his friends with tickles. (Lee(s) of your choice)

Sans won’t help and do housework with papyrus, so he’ll just have to make him.

(Character of your choice) is on the verge of tears. Luckily, the great papyrus is a master at comfort!

Sans is falling asleep at his sentry station… what better way to wake someone up than to give them a few tickles?

(Character of your choice) realizes Papyrus’ scarf tickles their neck when he hugs them. That gives Papyrus inspiration.

(Character of your choice) starts a tickle fight with papyrus. When he takes his gloves off.. they know he means business and is determined to win.

Papyrus discovers Undyne is ticklish. She can’t summon her green attack (or about 100 spears) fast enough.

Undyne has a sore spot on the back of her neck from training. Papyrus offers to (platonically) massage it out for her. He soon realizes the reason for her squirming.

Papyrus has a feather duster that was used to clean Sans’ dusty room one second… and used to clean Sans the next.

Sans and Papyrus compare hand sizes. The fact that Papyrus’ are so much larger gives him an idea.

Sans is asleep, papyrus gets a childish sense of mischief, deciding to sneak attack his brother with a raspberry through his shirt. His belly laughs are so worth it, even if sans gets a little annoyed.

An annoyed Papyrus prods at a very drunk Sans in Grillby’s, not expecting him to be ticklish there. Sans becomes giggly, accidentally causing a scene.

Switch!Papyrus Prompts (more than one lee/ler)

Sans and Papyrus go to a human doctor for the first time. They didn’t expect check ups to tickle so much!

Asgore is trimming that hedge in the shape of Papyrus’ smile… but needs him to model and hold still. Sans just happens to stroll by… and make that very difficult. Papyrus gets distracted… and eventually retaliates on sans, forgetting about the hedge. Asgore has to break them both up in the tickliest way possible.

Sans is bored while Papyrus is watching MTT, and so he begins to crack jokes during the commercial break to annoy his little brother. Annoyed, Papyrus tickles Sans until the commercials are over. But the moment the show comes back on, Sans lunges at Papyrus. Soon, the show is long forgotten.

Neither Sans or Papyrus are tired one night. Sans, feeling mischevious, begins to tickle Papyrus’ neck. It eventually devolves into them chasing each other around the house, taking each other to the ground with tickles.

Papyrus and Sans do the ‘try not to laugh’ competition.

At a sleepover between Papyrus and (character(s) of your choice), tickle antics unfold.

(Character) is confused about Papyrus’ bones, Papyrus is confused about (character)’s skin. Antics ensue.

That annoying dog, always getting into the brothers’ house!

Sans picks on Papyrus for his squeal, Papyrus picks on Sans for his snort.

Undyne and Papyrus’ once tactical but playful spar slowly devolves into a very determined tickle fight.

Papyrus wants to find (character)’s tickle spots, but (character) is just as curious, and eventually retaliates.

With no hesitation he met your eyes with an equal unblinking gaze, lowering his back enough so you both would be at the same eye level. You held this for a few seconds before averting your eyes to the television, realizing that the match could go forever since he was a skeleton and didn’t need to blink. 

The screen was still frozen on the exact frame in which the narrator amplified a hair strand in order to explain how proteins and activated genes made it possible for human hair to be found in different shapes, colors and forms. Somehow you felt like Papyrus wasn’t asking about hair. What had been the subject before this, again?

“NYEH” 

Allured by the sound you turned around only to find Papyrus’ face a few centimeters from yours, which immediately resulted in a yelp as you pushed the skeleton away, closing your eyes with a surprised bark of laughter that only grew stronger with the other’s triumphant shout.

“ONCE AGAIN THE GREAT PAPYRUS WINS THE DIFFICULT NON BLINKING HUMAN GAME WITHOUT BREAKING A SWEAT (EVEN THOUGH WE SKELETON MONSTERS DON’T HAVE ENOUGH SWEATS TO BREAK!)” He was quick to adjust himself back to his upright pose, red cape flying in a heroic manner behind him, moved by a mysterious wind that you stopped to try to comprehend a long time ago. “NOW, AS A PRIZE FOR MY AUSTONING VICTORY YOU, HUMAN FRIEND, MUST HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND THE MYSTERIES OF HUMAN ANATOMY.”

“Of course, Papyrus. But, huh, you know, if you’re curious, feel free to ask anything, you don’t need to win any game for it.”

Your smile was big and warm when he looked back at you with focused determination. It was hard to not smile when in the company of such a sweet, funny monster. You’re glad you both ended up becoming friends.

“OF COURSE.” He blinked, eyelights growing big and fuzzy on the corners and, before you could take a good look at it and wonder what it meant, Papyrus jumped to stand. “NOW HUMAN, I SHALL GO DO… SOMETHING! SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT AND TOTALLY UNRELATED TO YOUR PREVIOUS WORDS, OF COURSE. I WILL SEE YOU SOON.”

“Ah, okay.” Confused, but still more than used to Papyrus sudden appearances and disappearances, you began to stand from your comfy spot on the couch, trying to not think too much about how you expected your fun hanging out would last longer than this and about the sadness that suddenly filled your soul. “Do you want me to open the window so you can-”

But before you could even finish the sentence the Mascot of Monster Kind backfliped himself behind the couch. Your couch. The couch was right behind both of you and as it seems not very close to the wall if a three foot tall skeleton was able to simply backflip his way to hide behind it. That couch, exactly. 

…

Well, both him and Sans had been in weirder places, though.

(You would never, ever forget the time Papyrus simply asked Sans to come over your place for a movie night over his phone and then in the very next second you heard strange a sound in your closet only to open it and find the older brother cramped inside one of your forgotten shoeboxes making jokes about skeletons on your closet and walking a mile with no shoes or something like that.) 

However, even if able to do amazing things, monsters could be quite fragile and that was one of the reasons that made you basically throw yourself on the furniture to try to see if your friend was fine, an offer of grabbing some monster candy on the tip of your tongue before Papyrus own - surprisingly quiet - musings interrupted it. 

“The Human Once More Prove Themself To Be A Master In Improving Their Friendship’s Power With Nice Words And True Flattering… But Nyeh! The Great Papyrus Will Not Be Defeated! They Don’t Even Suspect That With This Hang Out And My Questions About Humanity I Created The Perfect Scenario For Both Acquiring Knowledge and Having An Amazing Bonding Experience. The Nice Human Friend Won’t Even Realize How Much Strong Our Friendship Will Be Until They Get Sweeped Out Their Feet With How Much Amazed With My Friendship Skills They Are. After That Nothing Will Prevent Us From Becoming Best Friends! Nyeh he he!” 

Oh my god. One of your hands fled to your mouth.

“My Awesome Bonding Plans Never Fail.” He wiggled, confidence oozing from his tune as he adjusted himself better on the tight place, a glimpse of something being caught by your gaze before disappearing again. Was that a kind of book? “Except, Of Course, For When They Do.”

Be still my heart.

With all of your will and determination, you held the urge to scream after witnessing such a sweet scene. 

Carefully, very carefully you turned back to face the TV, sitting calmly on the couch. A huge wave of fondness flooded your entire being as you waited for the tall skeleton to get out from his hidden spot with an expression full of serenity, as if your soul wasn’t babbling and shaking on your chest, overloaded with cuteness.

It didn’t take long before the spot on the couch right beside you was filled again.

“HUMAN! THERE IS NO NEED TO FALL IN DISPAIR, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS BACK.”

“Great to see you around!” Smile. “So, you were asking?”

[...]

So. That-

That is not what you were expecting.

Warm phalanges started tracing the shell of your ears, quickly following the path to the skin behind it, careful and delicate swirls and scribbles dancing on every inch of skin, trying to understand how it connected the shoulders to the head. A series of chills ran across your spine, spreading fastly an uncontrollable, giggly sensation that made your lip quirk with a hint of a smile.

Ok. That tickled. A lot.

“HUMAN!” Your body immediately tensed, the flight or fight instinct bubbling just under your skin, wondering if the skeleton realized what just happened. Were monsters ticklish? Wait, was Papyrus ticklish? That thought made a mischievous quirk of lips expand wider in your expression, battling fiercely against the tingles that had just gotten just a tad harder to ignore under those wide attentive eyesockets. You couldn’t tell if the mirth shining on them was playful or just happy. “THERE IS NO NEED TO BE SO TENSE. THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER UNFAIRLY ATTACK HIS FRIENDS!”

His words did nothing to alleviate your questioning! Attack?? Like a tickle attack? Did he know he was tickling you? But Papyrus wasn’t exactly a subtle guy, he would have said something if he knew about your ticklishness, right? Should you attack him back right now? Could this be counted as a friendly monster spar?

While your thoughts ran a mile per hour in your head an accidental mishap happened, both of his hands momentarily slipping and tickling the underside of your jaw, fishing an unexpected yelp and a squirm that led to you almost scrunching up your neck in reflex.

That made him stop. Papyrus squinted his eyes at you, hands hovering just a little away from the skin, but for all the ghost feeling of phalanges trailing on your ears and somehow spreading all across your neck continued he could very well be continuing his research right now.

Hm. Perhaps agreeing to help him understand better the human body wasn’t the smartest of the ideas.

You tried to ignore the way your face began growing hot and butterflies started to wiggle their wings excitedly on your stomach, a reaction that only grew stronger when a fire of recognition lit on the skeleton's expression, a triumphant ‘AHÁ!’ floating in the air. 

“SO! Papyrus!! I’m glad that I was able to help. That was a very educative research so what if we stopped right here and continued to watch the documentary no-”

“NYEHEHE!” His loud, carefree laughter cut your babbling, a gloved hand patting your shoulder in a comforting manner. “FRET NOT, MY DEAR AND VERY SQUISHY HUMAN FRIEND! A FINE AND UNDERSTANDING SKELETON MONSTER AS MYSELF WOULDN’T HOLD YOUR INCREDIBLE, QUITE EXTREME TICKLISHNESS AGAINST YOU!” ‘Extreme Ticklishness’ If the skies wanted to send lightning to strike you right now that would be the perfect moment. “NOR WILL I LET THIS NOT SO SMALL AND IGNORABLE DETAIL PREVENT US FROM HAVING OUR ULTIMATE FRIENDSHIP MOMENT!” 

He scooted closer, hands open in your direction. Every word and gesture screamed amusement and yet true honesty. His chest poofed with his next sentence, his cape once again flying around. “DON’T WORRY FRIEND HUMAN, YOU CAN TRUST YOUR VERY ADORABLE WEAKNESS WITH ME.”

Papyrus looked full of hope at you and your melting face. 

Shit-

You needed to look away. If you continued to stare at the playful shine in his eyesockets or the way his smile was so big and hopeful you knew you wouldn’t be able to…

To…

…Damn you and your weakness for this monster. How could you say no to him in this situation?

“Alright.” You slumped in defeat, trying to not show how much giddiness and excitement were dashing across your nerves at saying those simple words, tingles starting to spread again on your tickle spots, butterflies now throwing a party and flying non stop on your stomach. “Go ahead.”

Afterall, it was just a bit of tickling, right? A little bit of it. You could take this. For Papyrus. For education. You definitely could endure a few seconds (or minutes, or hours-) of a tickly research, right? Yeah. Yeah, you could! For the friendship power! You aren’t even that ticklish, afterall!

His phalanges, once again, began trailing your ears, intertwining the light, maddening scribbles with a light tapping as he moved across your cheeks, leading to an unstable grin to form again on your features, the beginnings of an onslaught of titters jumping impatiently in your throat.

No. Nope. Not ticklish at all.

Shivers accompanied his movements as he followed the underline of your jaw, the tracing now escaping to your chin and neck, each new tap tap tap tap of the tip of his phalanges leaving a trail of tingles and bouncy feelings awake on its way.

You could take this. For Papyrus. He was being so incredibly, horribly and unbelievably soft with every touch of his that you could, you definitely could just not start giggling uncontrollably like a teenager in love from those cheesy animes you and Alphys liked to watch. Did his mindfulness make everything even more unbearable and your giggles gigglier? 

Yes. But you were not. going. to. break.

“HUMAN!” You let out a puff of air that sounded too much like a snort but of course it wasn’t one because you were not being affected at all by this research. “THE DOCUMENTARY MENTIONED ABOUT YOUR MANDIBULA BEING ABLE TO HELP YOU TO HEAR BETTER. DOES THAT MEAN THAT EVEN WITHOUT BONES YOUR EARS STILL NEEDS THE HELP OF ONE TO WORK WELL?”

“Y-yeah?” It took everything in your soul to not become a mindless puddle of titters and actually sum enough brainpower to answer him, even though you couldn’t stop how much higher your voice became with such predicament. “Actually, w-we snk- hahave little bones in o-our ears to hehelp with re-ressonance and hearing.” 

“NYEHEHE! I KNEW IT! EVEN THE BONELESS PART OF A HUMAN CAN REALIZE THE MAGNIFICENCE OF WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT IN LIFE: CALCIUM!”

Oh my god, he began scribbling his way to your collarbone, taking his precious time to outline every single inch of the sensitive skin. Your wiggles were an inevitability now.

“YOU MAY GIGGLE AND SQUIRM ALL YOU WANT, CUTE HUMAN! BUT THE GREAT PAPYRUS WON'T BE STOPPED FROM HIS EDUCATIONAL RESEARCH. NOT EVEN BY YOUR INCREDIBLY ENDLESS TICKLINESS, NYEH HE HE!

“....EVEN SO. IF YOU COULD STOP WIGGLING SO MUCH, THAT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED!”

It wasn’t even that strong of a tease. More like a poke of lighthearted fun between friends than anything, however it still made your cheeks bloom with warmth and titters uncontrollably spill from your lips, yelps and high pitched squeals being quick to follow the symphony.

“I cahahahan’t!”

"NO WORRIES! YOU CAN TRY AGAIN! I BELIEVE IN YOU!! HERE, I WILL EVEN SHOW YOU A PIECE OF MY AWESOME KINDNESS AND BE EXTRA, EXTRA GENTLE!"

“Nonono!” You tried to protest but it was already too late, his determined drumming began teasing from the nape of your neck to the tip of your shoulder blades with no mercy, quickly making their way across them and getting dangerously close to your ribs. What was the point of this research again? “Pahahapys, come on!”

“GASP!” He said that out-loud, sounding delighted. And, if you could open your eyes and stare at his smile without immediately breaking in louder laughter you would be able to watch how his face got brighter with mischief. He almost bounced on the same place with excitement at how lovely your reactions were and how cool his nickname (His own nickname! Given freely from a friend! A human friend!! His plan was working!!!) sounded between giggles. “OH NO, HUMAN! YOUR CUTENESS LEVELS ARE UNSTOPPABLE RIGHT NOW! THEY COULD EVEN GET ALMOST AS HIGH AS MINE!! HOWEVER, I, PAPYRUS, HAVE NEVER BEEN DEFEATED IN A BATTLE OF CUTENESS, AND NEVER WILL BE! PREPARE YOURSELF! FOR MY ESPECIAL TICKLE ATTACK!!"

“Wait, wait, wait!” Your voice failed when suddenly your sides were tazed unmercifully, fishing more noises than just titters and giggles for the first time. Your wiggling became stronger, your body trying to escape from the horribly, awful tingly shocks but being skillfully chased and attacked by someone who seemed talented in chasing and tickling dodgy targets. “But why!”

“WHY THIS, YOU ASK? YOU SEE, SQUIRMY FRIEND!” 

You opened your mouth to protest against such an unfair nickname but suddenly there were fingers rubbing circles on your ribs and scratching the space in-between them, being careful to give each bone an equal, especial attention and nothing more than a mix of a wheezed screech and quiet sorts were escaped from your mouth. 

“AS THE MASCOT OF THE MONSTERKIND I SPENT PRODUCTIVE NIGHTS AND DAYS LEARNING ABOUT HUMANITY AND THEIR CULTURES SO THAT I COULD MASTERFULLY EXPRESS MY COOLNESS FOR THEM IN THE FULLEST.”

You were trying very hard to pay attention to Papyrus’ words, however, that task, once so simple, only grew at each second harder and harder since your adorable, nice and totally fucking unmerciful friend - that was SO paying for that - found a rather delightfully weak spot right in the middle of the path that connected your side and your belly. And now he was taking his precious time to give to that ticklish spot plenty of scribbles, pinches and pokes, attentively watching your reactions to see which ones brought the best squeaks and made such a beautiful laughter ring happier.

“AND, OF COURSE, AS THE DIRECT DESCENDENTS OF SKELETONS IT WAS VERY CLEAR FOR ME THAT YOU ALSO WOULD HAVE YOUR OWN WAY TO BATTLE YOUR FRIENDSHIP TO EACH OTHER’S SOULS IN A BONDING (AND HOPEFULLY NOT HARMFUL) ACTIVITY. AND I WAS RIGHT! AS ALWAYS! OR AS MOSTLY OF THE TIME. BUT ALWAYS IN THE BEST TIMES!”

A curious hand gave your knee a squeeze, fishing more protesting high pitched giggles. Your own hands latched on the gloved ones, holding his wrists and attempting to push the offending squeezes away with no real heat or strength. A couple of scribbles found their way to the ticklish skin under the spot and a soft ‘nyehehehes’ followed the wobbly squeals created by such discovery.  

“THAT WAS HOW I DISCOVERED ABOUT YOUR TICKLE FIGHTS! WHICH GAVE ME THE PERFECT IDEA TO INCREASE MY FRIENDSHIP LEVELS. JUST ACCORDING TO KEIKAKU.”

And, just like that, plenty of weak wheezes, ringing laughter, uncontrollable titters, wobbly crackles, sneaky yelps and quiet snorts dutifully followed every squeeze, scratch, drumming, pinching, poking and any and every form of tickle attack that you could ever imagine, each of them hopping across your sides, armpits, belly, knees, ribs, neck and even your spine with both careful, soft tickles and horribly unmerciful attacks that, in the end, equally left you with a gigantic smile from ear to ear plastered on your face, leftover tingles still teasingly tingling and remanent giggles still giggling in the air.

You closed your eyes, taking greedy gulps of air, hands still holding Papyrus’ wrists.

“WOWIE! YOUR CUTENESS LEVELS REACHED THEIR HIGHEST RANKS TODAY! THE ADORABLENESS OF YOUR SMILE AND THE PRECIOUSNESS OF YOUR LAUGHTER WERE ALMOST AS CHARMING AS MINE, HUMAN. YOU MUST FEEL VERY ACCOMPLISHED. AFTER ALL, IT’S NOT EVERYONE THAT CAN BE THE SECOND COOLEST.”

More giggles.

“Papys?”

“YES, FRIEND HUMAN?”

“Hohow high can your cuteness lehevels get?”

Papyrus froze, beads of sweat forming on his skull as your hold got stronger. 

“ER, YOU SEE, FRIEND… THEY ARE AS HIGH AS THEY CAN BE, OF COURSE! NOTHING LESS THAN EXPECTED FROM A COOL MONSTER AS MYSELF. NO NEED TO TEST IT OR RUN YOUR OWN RESEARCH.” 

Subtly, he tried to pry his wrists from your grip, more magic sweat appearing on his face when his efforts proved to be unsuccessful.

“Mm hm. Papys?” 

Papyrus’ hands mirrored your hold, arms tensing in preparation for the sparring that would sure happen.

“..... YEAH?”

You opened your eyes, a dangerous glint of playfulness shining in them. 

“Run.”

[~*~]

Random extra stuff and original bullet points of this fic (that has been changed as I wrote the fic because I can’t follow sht xD):

- Papys wants to know more about human's ears ("HOW CAN SOMETHING BE SO EFFICIENT AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH BONES!")

- He ends up discovering human's tickliness and continues to accidentally tickle them. ("NO WORRIES, DEAR HUMAN! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER UNFAIRLY ATTACK HIS FRIENDS")

- But as time pass by and the reader continues to titter and squirm ("YOU MAY GIGGLE AND SQUIRM ALL YOU WANT, HUMAN! BUT THE GREAT PAPYRUS WON'T BE STOPPED FROM HIS EDUCATIONAL RESEARCH, NOT EVEN BY YOUR INCREDIBLY ENDLESS TICKLINESS, NYEH HE HE! EVEN SO. IF YOU COULD STOP WIGGLING SO MUCH, THAT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED!

"I cahahahan't!"

"NO WORRIES, HUMAN! YOU CAN TRY AGAIN! I BELIEVE IN YOU!! HERE, I WILL EVEN SHOW YOU A PIECE OF MY AWESOME KINDNESS AND BE EXTRA GENTLE WITH YOU!")

- Then he get hit by a wave of playfulness and decide to truly be mischevious with the reader and be like:

OH NO, HUMAN! YOUR CUTENESS LEVELS ARE UNSTOPPABLE RIGHT NOW! THEY COULD EVEN GET HIGHER THAN MINE'S!! HOWEVER, PAPYRUS HAVE NEVER BEEN DEFEATED IN A BATTLE OF CUTENESS, AND NEVER WILL BE! BE PREPARED! FOR MY ESPECIAL TICKLE ATTACK!!"

- Needless to say, his plan backfired. Reader got even more adorable. Oh noooooo. Papyrus loudly complains about that with plenty of teases, tickles and fake-sad 'nyohohoo!'"

~~

* Also, yeah, Papyrus definitely noticed you peeking at his hidden spot behind the couch but he thought that would be impolite to show that he noticed since you were trying very hard to not make any sound so he just acted as his great, natural self!

Both Papyrus and Frisk's head snapped to the staircase. There was Sans, lying face flat on a puddle of blue paint with one of his foot in a paint can. "ngh... ow." Sans winced. Papyrus rushed over to Sans with a concerned look on his face. "Are you alright Sans?" he asked.

"yeah m'fine." Sans replied, pushing himself upright. "what are ya doing anyways? and why are ya doing it so early in the morning... "

"Oh! Frisk and I are just making a masterpiece painting. As for the timing... We thought you wouldn't be woken up even if we did it this early. Guess we were wrong." Papyrus stated. "You should get yourself cleaned up brother."

"m'lazy.. i'll just stay here and watch for the next 1 hour while ya do your thing. anyways, it's not that bad, see?" Sans pointed at his jacket. "it's just like my jacket, almost indistinguishable heh" he snickered. Papyrus squinted his eyes at Sans, giving him a 'seriously?' look which just made Sans's grin widen.

Papyrus thought about something for a brief moment and then smirked. "Well brother... Since you insist on not cleaning yourself on your own, let me help you." With that, Papyrus turned Sans's soul blue. Frisk peeked over, curious to see what Papyrus had in store. "Frisk, could you help me get the dry scrub brushes from the drawer in our toilet upstairs? Oh and a small pail of water if you are able to handle it. Thanks!" Frisk nodded and sprinted upstairs.

"!? uh... is it bad that i'm nervous and have no idea what you are planning? heh..." Sans stammered, while trying to kick the bucket off.

"Come on brother, I'm sure you can figure it out. You're good with crosswords aren't you? Just fill in the gaps using the 'clues'." Papyrus stated.

After the paint bucket finally came off, Sans thought about it for a moment. "paps i really have no idea what you're trying to hint at. unless it's trying to just scrub the paint of me or somthing. judging by your smirk though, thats probably not the whole stor- wait..." a thought seemed to occur is Sans's mind. "you're n-not thinking what i think you're thinking of right? please say i'm wrong this time."

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking of right now, then yes brother."

Gulp. "h-hey paps, let's not be too harsh. we can just talk about this o-okay?"

Just as Sans spoke, Frisk came running down. Trying to balance 3 scrub brushes in one hand while holding a pail on the other. She was trying to be as fast as possible yet not drop any of the brushes.

"Sorry dear brother but you've brought this upon yourself. I tried to be nice."

Sans considered teleporting away but soon realised that with Papyrus's soul magic active on him, it would probably be really dangerous to try. Persuading didn't seem like it was doing anything and using his attacks or soul magic on Papyrus to push him away was out of the window too, since he didn't want to risk hurting Pap. He was really in for it this time... doomed. Geez why had he not just listened?

"Thanks!" Papyrus exclaimed as Frisk handed him the brushes. "Feel free to join in whenever you feel like it Frisk."

Papyrus playfully grinned, holding up a soaked brush. "Ready?"

"please, no. we can calmy talk about this please!" Sans chuckled nervously. Eyes locked on the dreaded cleaning tool.

"Too late brother!" with that, Papyrus darted for Sans's ribs.

"gh! waiiiahaiitttahha pahaahaaaapppp- stahahhaap naahahhaa!!!" Sans cackled. His ribs had always been really sensitive, whether it be pain, or touch, and that was with fingers. Now, it wasn't just that, it was full blown brushes! Together with the cold water, the both made terrible combinations.

Damn he wished he had just complied.

Frisk looked in awe. Skeletons can be ticklish? How? She had so many questions swirling in her mind. However, she put her questions aside and dipped a brush in the pail, eager to help 'clean' Sans up.

"You can clean his feet if you want to Frisk."

"Okay!" Frisk chirped

"nohooooo waiiiiiieeeheett aha! oh gahaad staaaahaap! frihisk nahaa-" Sans cackled. "pleeheease! I cahaaan't ahaa!"

"Are you going to clean yourself now brother? Or do Frisk and I have to continue helping you?"

"yeheaahass!! pleheehease staahap oh gaahaad!"

"Hm.." Papyrus contemplated for awhile. "If I stopped now, who's to say you won't do it again? I think you should be punished a little longer juuusst to make sure."

"nahahaa! Iheem saharaahaeee" He regretted everything. Maybe he pushed pap's buttons too far this time, especially this early in the morning. However, something about this was... slightly fun? Maybe the bonding? Though, it was still maddening. "pleeheease nohoo ahah!"

Papyrus soon started to slowly work his way down to Sans's lower ribs. This made Sans shriek and squirm more than ever. He really tried his best to pull away but it was all futile. It was amazing how he hadn't kicked Frisk yet.

"plehe-pleeeheese merheeceehee!!!" sans wailed. "sstaahaaaa--!"

"Okay, okay I think the poor guy has had enough." Papyrus snickered, removing his gravity spell from Sans. "Frisk, you can stop now."

As both Frisk and Papyrus stopped, Sans gasped for air. "th..hff... thank... god...hf.."

"Do you need water?" Papyrus questioned.

"ys.. please... hff, thanks pap."

"No problem brother!"

"You all right Sans?" Frisk asked.

"ye.. hf.. i'm fine. thanks for asking kiddo." Sans replied.

"thnks pap" Sans said, gulping down the cup of water.

"After drinking your water remember to go shower." Papyrus reminded.

"i don't know- i'm still a little tired... and a couple more minutes of lieing here wo-" Papyrus glared at sans. "okay, okay! i'll go now! hehe geez." Sans then teleported upstairs to get himself cleaned up.

Ler - Leaning Switch

9 : 1 Ler : Lee Ratio

ᯓ★ LER HEADCANONS ★ᯓ

✮ Found out what tickling was via Frisk bc tickling was never really a thing in the underground

✮ Once he got a hand of it , he became a monster

✮ He ' s a super big tease

✮ " FRISK ? WHAT'S SO FUNNY ? "

✮ " I ' M DOING WHAT , FRISK ? "

✮ " NYEH HEH HEH HEH !!! NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR WEAKNESS , I MUST CAPTURE YOU !!! THEN , I WILL FINALLY BE A MEMBER OF THE ROYAL GUARD "

✮ He ' s so nimble with his boney fingers , they can probably fit in between the ribs

ᯓ★ LEE HEADCANONS ★ᯓ

⸙ Literally a mess once he realized that he was ticklish too

⸙ Remember how I said that tickling isn ' t common in the underground ? This makes most monsters a little more sensitive than humans

⸙ Just because he ' s technically more sensitive to the feeling , doesn ' t mean he ' s very ticklish not in many places anyways

⸙ His spine and his hips are his worst spots

⸙ Honestly , Undyne was probably the first one to find out that Papyrus was ticklish despite Frisk teaching him what it was

⸙ " I CAN NOT WAIT FOR THE COOKING LESSON TODAY , UNDYNE ! WHAT ARE WE MAKING TODAY ? "

⸙ He can't say tickle and will actively avoid saying anything with that connotation

⸙ " NYYYEE !!! UM . UNDYNE , DON ' T TOUCH THERE , IT ' S A BIT OF A SORE SPOT "

⸙ " WAIT . WAIT !! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHA "