First Meeting (TwistedTale)
((Papyrus and Chatters First meeting
It goes as well as you’d expect))
Sans could have warned him, at the very least.
The odd creature on their couch was just so small, laying there… limply as Sans stood off to the side. His hands hovered over them, green magic flicking in and out as he tried his best to gain some control back.
A chitter from Papyrus made his presence known. Sans jumped. His eyes darted away from the creature to his little brother with a look that Papyrus vaguely remembered from years ago (When he first saw how Papyrus had tried to snap his neck back into place, the absolute horror that quickly changed to terrified concern as Sans begged him to just stop, please he couldn’t bear to see his little bro in so much pain.)
The look would most definitely not get Sans off Scott free though. He could have warned Papyrus they had a guest coming over! Papyrus could have made something for them to eat! Before he had to deal with whatever was wrong! Papyrus wanted to huff out another annoyed chitter but--
--But his brother was out. Sans was not in his room moping about or short cutting to some far off corner of the Underground where Papyrus could not find him. Sans was there, in their home, moving around and trying and…
...And that alone caused a spark of hope to ignite in Papyrus’ soul.
Papyrus strode past Sans with purpose. He ignored the broken bits that started to flake off of his body as he once again focused his magic on something else, something far more important. A nod from Sans towards the creature was all Papyrus needed to find the injury his brother had been fretting over. Their arm was twisted, blotched with purples and blues that were so vibrant next to their paling skin. His gut twisted, but he ignored the urge to just look away like he desperately wanted to.
Papyrus took their arm into his clawed hands. He could feel bits of himself dusting off with his magic no longer focused on keeping his body together but he knew he would be quick enough.
(Still, there was always the small fear that, maybe, this time he would dust to nothing.
But it would always be worth it to save another.)
He knows his worry is unfounded, and it’s proved as the creature’s bones pop back into place with a sickening crack. Papyrus pulled back his magic, sweating and exhausted as he lulled his head enough to look at Sans; Who disappeared off with a pop, only to come back a moment later with a ruler and some tape.
It would have to do.
They wrap its arm up- a temporary solution but it would have to work- Before the creature stirred.
Their eyes opened, coming to as they stared directly at Papyrus.
A beat passed.
The creature screamed.
The passing thought of, How Rude, went through Papyrus’ skull.
