"hmm.."
Frisk looked up at Papyrus who was busy staring at a stove , his expression clearly showing that he was thinking about something.
"Something wrong?" She asked , hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. "Paps?.." she added with a dark grin, knowing full well that the person who usually said that wasn't there.
Papyrus let out a sigh.
" It's been 3 weeks, Frisk." He threw his hands up for emphasis, before turning to open the fridge. "Three. Weeks. ...Sans still hasn't come home.."
" He'll come." She assured as she narrowed her red eyes at the lone ketchup bottle left in the fridge, making a mental note to throw it out later.
' I made sure he wouldn't.. ' she thought , her eyes flicking to a nearby knife.
A small frown settled on his face. "He better be sorry when he does."
Frisk grinned at Papyrus's reaction, who had already occupied himself by chopping carrots.
' Don't worry paps, he will be. Very, very sorry.. '
(I just felt like writing something so I just threw this here-
It's a small part of the Au storyline my mind just decided to write so eh
Also yayy we have Paps and Frisk now)
