"You're under my protection, and that includes sustenance. What do you want to eat?" with Knight?
Aaaa one of my scattertale boys!! I really need to finish redoing that au at some point lol
You donāt know what happened. Once minute youāre walking through Mount Ebott national park and the next youāre- in the same place? Kind of? But you canāt see the city at all!
It probably wasnāt the best idea enter that cave you found, but you only took two steps! A strange feeling in your chest told you to turn around and leave right away. You must be on the same overlook youād just stepped away from. But you clearly arenāt.
The city in the distance is nowhere to be seen. Itās just trees and a few much smaller building that you canāt quite make out. Maybe hiking this particular mountain was a bad idea. The air is thin or something, you should go.
You start making your way down the same path youād followed up, but you canāt shake that odd feeling. The worn path looks somehow more worn than you remember, with more branching trails. It must be the same though. You try looking for landmarks.
Thereās no way to know how much time has passed (when did your phone die?) and you canāt seem to find anything familiar. You know that Ebott is notorious for- no, you canāt think like that. You are not going to die out here.
Turning to try that last path again, you immediately bump into something metal. Someā¦one?
Youāre face-to-chest with a tarnished plate of armor. Whoever is wearing it is tall, at least 7 feet. The helmet might add a few inches though, so you canāt be sure.
Geez heās loud. His voice seems to be amplified through the chambers in the armor somehow.
āI DIDNāT MEAN TO BUMP INTO YOU! OR, NOT LITERALLY ANYWAY! BUT FIGURATIVELY I DID WANT TO SAY HELLO!!!ā he booms excitedly, āVERY FEW PEOPLE COME UP HERE NOWADAYS! ITāS SO WONDERFUL TO SEE A FELLOW CLIMBING ENTHUSIAST!ā
Climbing enthusiast? Wait, thatās not what you should be confused by. This man is in full plate armor on a mountain in the middle of summer. What the fuck.
āIām not-? Look dude I donāt know what youāre doing all the way up here, but I- I think Iām lost. Can you help me down?ā
āGASP!!ā Yes, he just said the word gasp. āI WOULD BE HONORED TO ASSIST SOMEONE IN NEED!! AND IT WILL BE EASY FOR ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THE LAST GREAT KNIGHT!!ā
Ooookay? This guy must be out with his renaissance fair buddies or something. As long as he can help you, you donāt mind playing along.
āLead the way, uh, great knight??ā you say. The guy is silent for a moment, making you wonder if you said something wrong, but then he literally squeals.
āYES!! THATāS ME!!!! LETāS GO!!ā he exclaims, grabbing your hand and all but dragging you along the path.
Papyrus continues to chatter on about knights, magic, and monsters as he guides you down the mountain. He never lets go of your hand, which you appreciate considering how insane some of the trails you take are. Your literal knight in (not-so) shining armor is completely confident on crumbly cliff paths, but you definitely arenāt. Youāre even happier to have him around when it starts to get dark.
Soon, he pauses in a clearing at the bottom of a cliff face. You can just barely make out the remnants of a campfire near the steep stone wall. The forest is hauntingly dark behind you.
āIāM AFRAID WEāLL NEED TO STOP HERE FOR THE NIGHT,ā he says plainly, āITāS TOO DANGEROUS TO CONTINUE IN THE DARK.ā
āWhat? I need to get home! I have work in the morning-ā you feel yourself begin to panic and your hiking partner notices. For the first time since meeting him, he lowers his voice, kneeling down to your level.
āI Understand That Youāre Afraid, But I Promise It Is Safer To Wait. I Canāt Keep You Out Of Harm In The Dark.ā His voice is gentle, despite his face still being hidden. You feel that heās telling the truth, but you donāt really have a choice either way.
āOkay, yeah. Just- you promise?ā
āI Promise!ā he says, clearly relieved, āNow, Let Me Start Up The Fire And We Can Rest!ā
It takes him no time at all to get a small fire going. He tends to it with clearly practiced ease until itās big enough to light the area. Now that you can see, itās obvious that he comes here often. Trinkets and books are tucked neatly into the natural shelves of the cliff face.
Papyrus plunks down on the ground and begins searching around in his bag for something. You follow his lead and sit by the fire.
āAre You Hungry?ā he asks.
āYes, Youāre Under My Protection And That Includes Sustenance. What Do You Want To Eat? I Have Um. Dried Fruit, Dried Meat.. Mostly Dried Things. Oh! I Still Have Bread Dough! Letās Do That!ā he decides.
What happens next takes you by complete surprise. Papyrus removes his helmet, sets it in the fire, and places the dough inside. Questionable cooking practices aside for the moment, this man is a godsdamned skeleton.
You spent the afternoon holding hands with a man made of bones!!
Papyrus notices your staring right away and a dusty pink color rises to his cheekbones.
āOh, Um! Sorry! Maybe I Should Have Said-?ā It seems heās lost all his earlier confidence now that his helmet is gone. āI Know I Donāt Look Very Heroic Without My Armorā¦ā he trails off. Heās looking at his flame-engulfed helmet like he might try to put it back on.
You feel kinda bad? It has been a hell of a day and this guy is the only reason youāre not still on top of the mountain. Where you would have been alone. In the dark.
Skeleton or not, you think heās a nice guy? So-
āDonāt talk like that, you look fine. The armor doesnāt make the knight.ā
You may as well have handed him the sun with how brightly he smiles at you.