RWBYtale: Team PAUS (Pause)
Basically, my take on the RWBYverse versions of a few UT characters. The title PAUS it to indicate that the team is composed of Papyrus, Asgore, Undyne and Sans, but the story will involve other characters. My first fanfic so constructive criticism is welcome, but please be nice. Also, sorry for any OOCness, grammar mistakes or anything else that might make this story suck. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: New Arrivals and Environments
"SANS!" Papyrus screeched, "WHY HAVEN'T YOU FINISHED PACKING UP YOUR STUFF, YET? WE'RE GOING TO MISS OUR FLIGHT!
"c'mon bro." Sans replied to his brother. "it's almost 12 in the afternoon. gimme another hour or so and I'll have a couple shirts packed. maybe."
"SANS! PACK UP YOUR STUFF NOW!"
"zzzzzzzzzz"
"SANS, YOU CAN EITHER PACK UP YOUR STUFF NOW OR I CAN THROW AWAY THE SECRET STASH OF KETCHUP YOU KEEP TRYING TO HIDE FROM ME. I KNOW WHERE IT IS."
"…..zzzzzzzzzz"
"THINK I'M BLUFFING NOW, DO YOU?"
Papyrus went over to Sans's closet and opened it. He then took off the sawed off wooden panel that revealed a hole that was filled with, would you believe it, around two dozen bottles of ketchup.
"YOU TRULY NEED TO FIND SOMEWHERE A BIT LESS OBVIOUS, SANS. GIVE THE GREAT PAPAYRUS A CHALLENGE THAT HE WOULD CONSIDER WORTHY. NOW START PACKING YOUR STUFF! I'LL GIVE YOU THREE SECONDS."
*2 seconds later*
Sans had packed his shirts, pants, socks, and everything else that was his. Even his suitcase was packed in a second suitcase. Meanwhile, the skeleton-semblance user himself was sitting down, slumped against the wall. The locks of long, brown hair that stuck out from underneath his hood were dripping with sweat. He was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. Not to mention gasping and panting like a vacuum being switched between the reverse and normal function again and again.
"well-*huff…huff-I got my exercise in *huff…..huff* for one lifetime. *huff…..huff"
"EXCELENT. NOW, LET'S BE OFF. UNDYNE AND AGSORE WILL BE EXPECTING US TO BE THERE BEFORE THEM."
With that, Papyrus grabbed the handles of his luggage and started out the door. He stopped, however when he did not hear Sans's footsteps behind him.
"SANS, WHY ARE YOU NOT MOV-" He stopped his sentence when he saw Sans still slumped against the wall, asleep.
"UGH! CAN YOU DO ANYTHING WITHOUT BEING FORCED TO, BROTHER?"
*A few minutes later*
Papyrus was walking down the street with luggage in tow, grumbling.
"THIS IS ABSOLUTLEY HUMILIATING. I CAN'T BELIEVE I MUST SUFFER THESE TYPES OF EXPERIANCES BECAUSE OF YOU, SANS."
Papyrus was currently dragging his luggage along the sidewalk. Tied to it was Sans's luggage….and Sans himself, still sleeping. Naturally, this drew attention. Some people whispered. Some giggled. Some just stared. The attention was various, basically.
This continued on until they reached the landing station. That was when Sans had woken up.
"*Yawn* hey, bro. we here already? quick trip."
"SANS! YOU LAZYBONES! IT WAS NOWHERE NEAR A "QUICK TRIP"! I SWEAR YOU COULD SLEEP TROUGH AN EARTHQUAKE."
"ah, c'mon bro. that's not true. an earthquake would be too much. It would…..rattle my bones."
"ARGH! SANS, IF YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE JOKES, THEN AT LEAST MAKE IT A GOOD ONE!"
"really? do you really want me to? if that's the case, then-"
"NO! WAIT! ON SECOND THOUGHT, NEVERMIND! FORGET I SAID ANYTHING! YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING! NOT ONE WORD!"
Sans was tempted to say something like, "What about all the words other than 'anything not one word'?" but he decided it was best to stop there, which was the better idea because they both heard a voice ring across the station.
"Hey, punks!"
They both looked from where the voice came from. What they saw was a high-school girl wearing a black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans, and black high heal leather boots. Her luggage was two duffel bags. Behind her was a high-school boy wearing almost the opposite type of clothing she was wearing. His attire was a simple pink, button-down t-shirt with a floral pattern. He was wearing blue jeans as well, but these almost seemed a size bigger than his. He had one regularly sized suitcase dragging along behind him. You could tell from the ears and gills on the girl and the horns on the boy that they were both Faunus. The first a fish and the other a goat.
"AH! UNDYNE. ASGORE. EXCELLENT TO SEE YOU'VE ARRIVED SAFELY."
"Whaddya mean by that Papyrus?" Undyne wondered, "You think I wouldn't be alright?"
"AH, YOU'RE RIGHT. THIS CITY IS RATHER PEACEFUL TODAY."
"So you're saying that the town has to be peaceful for me to be safe, is that it?"
"WHAT? NO! I MEAN…..WELL….." Papyrus was quickly realizing how downhill this conversation was going. He tried to think of something to say that would change the way the conversation was going, but thankfully he didn't have too.
"Ahh, c'mon Papyrus! You know I'm just messin' with ya!" Undyne brought Papyrus into a headlock and noogied him.
"AH! PLEASE DON'T NOOGIE THE FUTURE HUNTER!"
Asgore looked upon the couple and chuckled. "Ah, yes….all is correct with the universe and the sun sets in the west."
"Sorry, Papyrus." Undyne stopped the noogie-ing (Did I write that correctly?), "Forgot you don't like your perfect hairstyle ruined. Sorry 'bout that."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU DIDN'T- OH BLAST! MY HAIRSTYLE IS RUINED!" Papyrus's hair was, in fact, in a tangled mess. The hair gel that he had used to style it kept it in place. He was legitimately upset.
"I SPENT SO MUCH TIME-"
"-and hair gel-"
"-BRINGING MY HAIR INTO THE PERFECT STYLE!
"greasing every lock and strand all the way back."
"BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO FEAR-"
"you're the only one who's overreacting right now, bro."
"SHUT UP SANS! AS I WAS SAYING, THERE'S NO NEED TO FEAR, FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, ALWAYS CARRY A SPARE BOTTLE OF HAIR GEL.
After he said that, Papyrus pulled out a comb and a, you guessed it, backup bottle of hair gel.
"NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME, I SHALL-
*With the power of transitioning, we can skip Papyrus fixing his hair for the first of who knows how many times he will in this fanfic*
"THERE WE ARE. ALL BETTER." Papyrus said as he slicked back his onyx black-colored hair. Sans was right about his style. Every lock and strand was slicked all the way back and down his neck.
"There's the Papyrus we all know and love." Asgore said, "Although, Papyrus, you shouldn't work so hard to look good. Looks don't matter on a person. It's what you do and how you act that makes you. It isn't important to look nice."
"Ah, c'mon Asgore." Undyne said, putting her arm around Asgore's shoulder. "Sure that's true but let him do him."
"yeah. he's is my cool bro after all." Sans said standing next to Papyrus, "why shouldn't his looks match level of cool."
"*sigh* Very well. I'm just saying." Asgore stated.
This was the conversation of the four future students that would soon-
"Yo! Hold on a second!" Undyne exclaimed out of the blue.
Ummmmm…ok, what is it?
"Sans," Undyne pointed to Sans, "Weren't you tied up to the luggage a minute ago?"
"WAIT, WHAT?!" Papyrus just noticed that his brother was standing next to him, the rope hanging on his arm in a neatly untied loop. "SANS, HOW DID YOU ESCAPE? I CAME UP WITH THE KNOTS I HAD USED TO TIE YOU UP MYSELF. HOW?"
"y'all really wanna know how i got free?" Sans raised his eyebrow at the three.
"I'm tiny bit curious." Asgore answered.
"Yeah, of course! How?!" Undyne's brows furrowed with legitimate curiosity
"well, i'll tell you."
The three waited for a second.
Two seconds.
Three .
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmagic." Sans said, moving his arm in an arc and twiddling his fingers rapidly in a mysterious way.
*With the power of transitioning, we can skip the arguments and terribly laid back explanations that went down between Sans and the others because I'm too stupid to write a legitimate explanation*
"AT ANY RATE, IS EVERYONE ELSE READY FOR THIS ADVENTURE? IM SO EXCITED, I CAN BARELY STAY STILL." Papyrus said, bouncing lightly on his feet.
"I'm ready! Undyne said, "I've got everything necessary."
Undyne opened one of her duffel bags and started pulling out various weapons and placing on the bench next to them.
"I've got swords, knives, axes, javelins, maces, metal bats, metal baseballs-
"Wait, metal baseballs?" Asgore wondered, "Do you mean actual made-of-metal baseballs? I don't think that baseballs are supposed to be metal.
"These are." Undyne pulled out a metal ball that did, in fact, have a design like a baseball.
"I've also got brass knuckles, spiked knuckles, brass clubs, spiked clubs, brass shields, spiked shields-"
"think you got enough brass and spikes?" Sans asked.
"-regular bombs, C4 bombs, a nuclear bomb-"
"Wait, a what/WAIT, A WHAT?!" Asgore's and Papyrus's eyes widened.
"Oh, wait. Never mind, I don't have that."
Asgore and Papyrus calmed down.
"I think I left that at home."
Asgore and Papyrus calmed down a bit less.
"Besides all of that, I've got my spear."
Undyne pulled out a twelve-inch metal pole with a metal cone the size of a party hat on it. She pushed a button on the pole and it extended to be eight feet long while the party hat grew longer and the point grew sharper. The whole cone came to life as its end charged with electricity. Seeing this, she smiled and started to twirl it above her head. She then started twirling it side to side and then all around her like a circus act. She did this for about five seconds until Sans caught it mid-twirl.
"uh, undyne, i'm not sure you should be doing that circus act "spear" and now. people are gonna stare."
People, in fact, were staring. At Undyne and the huge pile of death siting on the bench.
"Sorry." Undyne chuckled a bit, "Habit."
She put away the spear and started to put away all the weapons back into her bag.
*With the power of transitioning, we can skip the part where Undyne stuffs the dozens weapons she pulled out back into the regularly-sized duffel bag…somehow.*
*On the plane*
"WOWIE!" Papyrus, who was looking out the window exclaimed. "THE VIEW FROM UP HERE IS GREAT! SANS, LOOK AT THIS!"
Papyrus turned to Sans only to find that he was asleep…..again.
"UGH! HONESTLY! HOW IS IT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO SLEEP THIS MUCH SO OFTEN?" Papyrus wondered to himself, as he did every other time his brother slept out of the blue.
"I say, do you think it is medical?" Asgore wondered, "It seems that he has narcolepsy.
"Narca-what? Sounds like a disease." Undyne stated.
"In essence, it can be called that." Asgore replied, "I found it in a book I was reading recently. Narcolepsy is found in people who have random attacks of sleep out of nowhere."
"IF THAT'S TRUE, THEN SANS DOESN'T HAVE NARCOLEPSY." Papyrus stated, "HE IS NARCOLEPSY."
"Ah, let him sleep." Undyne said, "He's gonna need the energy for what's commin' up next." Undyne walked up next to Papyrus. "So….you ready Papyrus?"
"YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE IT UNDYNE!" Papyrus was getting pumped up just out of hearing that and started bouncing in place.
"We're gonna attend Beacon: One of the most kickass training academies in all of Remnant."
"THAT'S RIGHT. THAT'S RIGHT!" Papyrus was jumping slightly from side to side and put his arms up as if he was in a boxing match.
"You guys are gonna be hunters. I'm gonna be a huntress. We're all gonna be awesome!"
"TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN, UNDYNE!" Papyrus was now bouncing a bit higher and making light punches as if he really were boxing.
"That's right! Now stand at attention, soldier!"
Papyrus stood at attention. "YES SIR!"
"Are you ready?!"
"I'M READY!"
"Say it like ya mean it!"
"I'M READY!"
"I don't think you are! Are ya?!"
"I'M READY!"
"Both of you please calm down." Asgore said, trying to quiet down the pair of very enthusiastic future students.
Yes. These four…interesting individuals would soon attend what might be the most prestigious and most popular academy that only those who wish to become true elite hunters went to attend. This was the goal of Papyrus, Asgore, Undyne, and Sans: to become true elite hunters. Little did any of them know, their enrolment in this academy would bring more than just academic hunting material. Papyrus was right about one thing: this would be an adventure.