Yeet hello this is my first story ever(apart from a PAW patrol one I wrote to be a troll). This story is sort of the point of view of the monsters during the time we see in the game.
There wont be any swearing(unless you gonna tell my mum I said heck, damn, dang, crap, frick, and poopybutt). And there wont be any sex or whatever. This is rated highish cause it will have slightly graphic violence later, but mainly because it takes an intimate dive into mental illness and other sensitive things like child abuse and suicide. Some people have begun to glorify such things and want to have them, thinking its cool or makes you like Sans-kun or something; this is dangerous because it will normalises life destroying things and makes people care less. So I want to provide an intimate first person look at it to show what its really like and clear some stigma.
Its set in an AU called InherentTale cause I like the word and more normal sounding words that were still relevant were taken. This AU is sort of 'sister universe' to UT. By that I mean there are AUs like swap and fell, which use Undertale as a canvas, only changing some things. IT(frick lol nice work me) is like another canvas, the whole universe is quite different, so you could, for example, have UnderFell and InherentFell(catch me cringing each time I say 'inherent'. Oof).
So on to how this AU is different: starting from basics and working our way out, in this universe, monsters kind of physically exist on two planes of existence, to the eye of anyone that isn't a monster, most monsters look like humans, each to a different degree, but every monster does have some sign that gives them away as a monster. When a monster looks at another, they can see them in both ways, monstrous appearance and human-like appearance at the same time.
The idea for this Au formed when I was trying to find a logical way for the skeletons to move, talk, breathe, bleed, eat, ect. I was like 'hey maybe their guts are in another dimension'(although they should be able to bleed cause blood is made in the bones), which just ended up becoming them existing in two dimensions 0_o. I also wanted to stray from the 'living in a game' view of it, it just didn't seem realistic and didn't allow the strange beauty of organic life and existence. So because of this, I threw most of it through logic and realistic reasoning so now its more…authentic and less apathetical(?).
A lot of things like the environment, magic, souls, and other stuff are explained scientifically to a degree, but ill say more on that later cause its not important right now.
Where in the game the mountain is a single mountain, this mountain is actually a chain of mountains, holding a population of around 350,000 monsters.
The characters may seem a bit OOC, and that's true cause it hard to decide what they may do, choosing between personality and way of thinking. But in the case of Sans at least, I know what im doing with him, trust me.
And also, this AU as a whole is a bit edgy as in a bit darker but also all the characters are sort of savage cause I cant control myself. Sans is normally thought of as telling knock knock jokes and puns, this take on him is more like general whit and savagery cause I cant help it. Its gonna feel weird and a bit wrong, but trust me, its still him, just in a different light.
Anyways, ill explain it further later on. For now, just read the story and don't hate me XD X(.
My gosh why am I acting so cringy?.
Oh And the original characters, world, and concept belong to Toby Fox, I only 'own' this AU and emotional messes injected into this story.
Well that was an…interesting story.
Sans snapped the book closed and put it back in what probably wasn't its place on the shelf.
The book was definitely up for interpretation: the story had strange pacing and if he deciphered it correctly, it ended with him having a daughter and living the rest of his life hiding from the law with her. This book definitely came from the surface. Humans had weird taste in literature.
Then again, he had only flipped through it; as if he'd actually use his break time reading that book.
He continued on his original task, searching through the titles stacked on the shelves. He was more or less familiar with most of them due to repetition of this exercise, but new books appeared now and then.
He followed up the shelf over to a label that said 'Fiction'. He swore under his breath; no wonder he couldn't find what he was looking for, how did he even end up in this aisle?.
"That's a bad word"
Sans jumped inside his head. He turned and looked down to see a little kid staring at him.
"Sorry?..." he asked, "…oh!" he exclaimed with realisation "um…yeah you're right…sorry about that, was just that i…"
This was sort of weird.
"…urm seeya"
He said in a way as if only half talking to the kid as he stepped backwards and spun around into the other aisle and walked briskly down it.
The kid, a bird monster with dusty brown hair, followed him.
"I cant find my mum, do you know where she is?" the child asked, moving at a faster pace to catch up with him.
"I don't know, man…where did you last see her?" Sans asked distractedly, still trying to get away.
"She was around there" the child said as he pointed towards the front.
Sans rolled onto his tip toes for a moment to look over the shelves in the direction the kid had pointed. He saw a woman, also a bird monster, talking to someone.
"She's still over there." Sans said with a slight tone mixed up of confusion and weirded out as he looked down at the kid.
"Oh…thanks, mister." the kid said as he ran off to his mum.
Sans pulled a confused expression for a second and then continued on his route.
Once he found a book that was partly what he was looking for, he took it to the front desk of the library and put the book on the counter.
Diego turned from whatever it was he was looking at, looked at Sans, down at the book, and then turned again to whatever he was doing with a heavy sigh.
"You can get that book, Sans, when you return those other five that are overdue by two months" Diego said sluggishly in a tone of disinterest.
"Two months? I think you're exaggerating. Tell you what: you let me get this book now, and ill bring it back when its only two weeks overdue" Sans said with a hopeful smile, nudging the book across the desk towards Diego.
"That's quite ambitious for you, Sans. You really think you can manage that? Don't want to strain your responsibility." Diego said, still not looking at him or making any move to leave what he was doing, which was probably just browsing Ugly Sweaters R Us. "You can have the book when you pay your fines and bring back all the books you seem to think you own."
"OR you could let me get this book right now and ill go home and look for the books and bring them back next time I pass by." Sans said persistently.
"Next time? You live five minutes away and you pass by multiple times a day and yet we both know its going to take you at least four days." He said with a bit of a snaring smirk. "and 'find'? you mean you don't even read the books?" Diego said, finally turning his head and looking at him.
Sans paused for a moment, thinking for a slight second. This much delay for a comeback from him was a rare if not triumphant occasion.
"Uuuuuuh…of course I read them, I just…okay how about-"
"Look whatever, Sans. Just take the book and try bring them all back before I retire. Okay?." Diego sighed, "Its not like there are tonnes of peoples in Snowdin that are interested in whatever it is you're interested in." he looked back at the computer screen.
Sans' face brightened "Ill try. Thanks" He chuckled as he grabbed the book off the counter and made to leave with a lively step.
"Welcome. Now get out of my library."
"You mean librarby?." Sans said with smirk and spin as he walked backwards.
"Don't you test me, boy!." Diego warned with a growl.
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He finally had his book, which took about fifteen minutes in total to get. That meant that any minute, Papyrus would be looking for him and preparing his next lecture.
He was incorrect, because Papyrus was already here. It would appear Papyrus was getting familiar with this routine.
Sans stuffed the book into the pocket of his blue hoodie and began to walk into the less open areas of the town as he saw Papyrus storming in a bee line towards Grillby's.
As soon as Papyrus entered the building, Sans began to run back towards his station in the woods. He was nearly out of town when Papyrus stepped out of Grillby's, looked around with a pinched brow, caught sight of his brother's fleeting form, screamed out his name, and began chasing him at the speed of light.
Sans gave a yelping laugh as he picked up his pace and zoomed as fast as he could. This was always the best part.
Although Sans was reasonably fast at top speed, Papyrus had longer legs, more stamina, and a lot of practice. Taking into account Sans' head start, it only took two minutes before Papyrus was no more than ten metres away.
"Sans you cant play that card this time!. I've already caught you so you cant pretend you were there the whole time!." Papyrus yelled as he began closing in. they had just passed Greater Dog's area.
Sans just laughed.
"Stooop!" Papyrus cried as he leaped and tackled Sans.
The two skidded and tumbled through the snow for a good twenty metres. Papyrus rolled onto his back with his brother in a headlock.
"You buffoon!" Papyrus shouted over his brother's laughing. "I cant believe you tried that again!".
"Oh hey, bro" Sans giggled with a full smile, "whatcha' doin'?."
Papyrus growled, still not releasing his hold on Sans. "what am i-?! I should ask you that! What are you doing slacking off your job, leading me on some silly chase and pretending none of that happened!." Sans' partly chocked laughter continued. "I will never understand you and I'm not sure I want to anyway." Papyrus said exasperated as he released Sans, shoving him off and standing up.
Sans remained lying in the turned-up snow, still laughing.
"For goodness sakes, Sans. Pull yourself together" Papyrus scolded as he brushed off snow and straightened his attire.
"Come on that was fun, man. Admit it. Come on" Sans laughed as he slowly got up.
Papyrus glared at his brother as he fixed his brown hair back into its usual well-groomed style before a smile cracked at the corner of his lips. "I suppose so." Papyrus admitted begrudgingly.
"Aw man are you smiling?" Sans laughed "I can see you smiling, man."
Papyrus looked away as he fought off a full smile, creating a smirk. "you're so stupid." papyrus muttered, trying to be mad as he crossed his arms. Causing Sans to laugh harder.
"Stop laughing." Papyrus grumbled.
"Stop being so uptight, yah hypocrite." Sans smirked
"I'm not. You're not serious enough about this."
It wasn't often when they were both in the same expressive mood. Whenever Papyrus was happy or energetic, Sans was moody and quiet. Whenever Sans was playful or rambunctious, Papyrus was an up-tight killjoy
Sans pulled a goofy 'oh really' face at Papyrus, Papyrus glared back. This lasted for all of six seconds before Papyrus cracked a smile a shoved his hand at Sans' face.
"Come on we need to get back to work, you idiot." Papyrus said in a bright and barely disciplined tone as he shook his head and began walking to the original destination. Sans put his hands in his hoodie pocket as he followed his brother. Both smiling as they went, whether or not they wanted to.
despite their often polar moods, there were moments like this when they both were just happy. They both treasured these moments.
"Sans, as much as I enjoy your little game and as much as I think its good for you-no listen to me-" Papyrus held up a hand in response to Sans now bitter expression "You actually do need to do your job. If you get paid for it, you do actually have to do it, Sans."
"I do do my job, Papyrus."
"Really? Well then what were you doing so far away from your post?." Papyrus raised an eyebrow as he looked expectantly for an answer from his brother.
"…patrolling. Those humans could be anywhere."
Papyrus sighed. "Well if you're not going to give me a proper answer for what you were doing, you can at least do your job properly now."
Sans gave no reply, only glancing up briefly at his big little brother and then at the ground ahead of him. Papyrus stared down at his little big brother contemplatively for a moment before also looking ahead in silence. The mood wasn't heavy, but it wasn't as comfortably light as moments ago. The rest of the short walk was spent in silence other than the noise created by creatures that inhabited the surrounding woods.
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Once the last station before the Ruin doors was in sight, Papyrus broke the silence:
"We only have about two and a half hours left. Can you pleeeeeeeease try not wander off?."
"My gosh, Papyrus. I'm not that bad; believe it or not, I actually can do things."
"I didn't say you could do anything, Sans, I said you can't take this seriously. One day a human may come through here and you're our first line of defence and…"
And there it was. That stupid term and the good old lecture he had heard a thousand times. Maybe it was partly his fault because his actions deserved it, he wasn't so irresponsible that he couldn't admit his own flaws, in fact, he wasn't that irresponsible, he just didn't take his job serious because it was hard to. The likelihood of a human ever coming through there in his life time wasn't very large. He only really did it because it was important to Papyrus and it was a form of income, no matter how boring it was; he was a very patient person and he didn't mind being paid to sit around, but even he got restless. Besides, all the sitting made his butt hurt.
"- so can you please just try act like its important?." Papyrus finished his rant slightly pink in the face from talking so much with so few breaths.
"Yeah ok sure whatever I'm sorry" Sans said with his hands held in the universal symbol for surrender as he walked towards his post. "ill try, now go away."
"I'll go away when you say you promise y-"
"Yeah ok I promise now go awa-"
"You didn't mean that I kno-"
"OK well I mean it now so go aw-"
"No you still don't mea-"
"OK fine whatever, ma-"
"you better mea-"
"I do"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Now go away!"
"I am!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"You better not fall asleep!."
"I wont!."
"if you do I will hit you!."
"I wont!."
"Good!."
"Good!."
"Good!."
They continued shouting 'good' back and forth as Papyrus headed back to his own post until they had to nearly scream to hear each other faintly.
Sans sat down heavily with a sigh. Well that had been fun. They should definitely do it again; he was getting faster, too.
He pulled the book out of his pocket and examined it properly. He had almost exhausted the local libraries supply of books that had anything to do with magic; ranging from scientific to solely religious and even to some things that seemed a little 'off brand' and shady. He had been doing research just to fill the time (he loved doing research but not following up on it. Discovery and learning was the best part of it) but he felt he may be on the verge of a breakthrough. To what, he knew not, but it had potential to be something proper, like proper beneficial proper.
The Snowdin library only had so much available. He knew somewhere where he could get exactly what he needed, and it wouldn't be hard to get either, but he didn't want to have to do that yet; it was a different kind of hard.
Due to the fact he had read nearly all available books on the broadest range of the topic, sixty percent of the stuff in the book was old news that he already knew, but it was still interesting enough; better than doing his job and waiting for legendary humans to just wander up a mountain and just happen to fall in without dying and then come this specific way. But if it made Papyrus happy, he'd do nearly anything.
"SANS!"
"What the he…!"
"You fell asleep that's what!."
His shoulder hurt. He hated waking up like this: when you're so tired that you feel sick and when you start dozing you feel like magnets are pulling on your brain and weights are on your eyes; and then when you wake up suddenly, you're so disoriented that you feel you cant breathe and gravity is trying to crush you. Maybe that was a bit dramatic or maybe he was slowly dying, but that's how it felt and it sucked. Papyrus' shouting wasn't great, either.
"I cannot believe you!."
Sans pulled himself up and willed himself back into the land of the living and a particular way of perceiving reality. Great, the weird thoughts. He had a rule to never think about anything complex before you go to sleep or after you wake up: especially not when you're sick. If you did, you'd have slow, painful, half-lucid dreams or you'd wake up feeling like you're in limbo and loaded on ten kilos of hallucingenics…not that knew what that was like. Gosh he hated the weird thoughts. Are you talking to yourself again?.
"Sans!."
"urm…yeah…?"
Man, he felt like Hell.
"…are you alright?." concern
He took a deep breath and blinked a few times.
"…yeah im good…sorry, just tired." he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes squeezed closed.
Before, it was like he was blind but also wasn't, he was okay now, though. Papyrus was there, it was a tad darker, maybe.
"Wait can we go home now?." Sans said as he looked up.
"Yes, I suppose."
"Nice."
Sans stood up, the movement being slightly too quick and unnoticeably losing his balance for a second before everything was good again, all be it he was a little groggy.
"Come on then, lets go." Papyrus said.
Sans stretched and then followed beside his brother. Finally, the worst part of the day was over. Wait.
"What day is it, Papyrus?."
"…Wednesday. Why? Papyrus asked with a touch of confusion.
"Nothing jus' won'ring if you had training today" Sans said.
'Oh OK. No, that's tomorrow."
"Oh joy." Sans sighed, with a hint or sarcasm mixed in there but mostly future exhaustion.
"Come on, Sans; I know you two aren't best friends but she isn't that bad." Papyrus defended, "If you ask me, I think you're more the problem than she is." he muttered.
This time Sans groaned. "I know I aggravate her but she aggravates me just as much. Our personalities aren't exactly neighbouring puzzle pieces, if you get what I mean. Besides, no one gets hurt; at the end of the day its just funny."
"If you say so…" Papyrus shook his head.
Sans could feel his brother's frustration and disappointment. Those emotions immediately transferred to himself; that wasn't okay.
"OK I won't say anything rude or insult her intelligence or highlight the endless list of ways she i-".
"SANS!." Papyrus shouted.
"OK OK I'm sorry!." Sans laughed "But honestly, if it makes you happy ill stop being 'the cause of the problem'.".
"Thank you."
They walked together in comfortable silence in the serenity of the silent white forest thick with shadowing, tall trees, bleeding with shades of vibrant to dark blues and cyans. By now they had passed Papyrus' station and were coming towards Doggo's post. Without verbal communication, the two skeleton monsters both silently looked in unison to see if the gruff husky dog monster would notice them as they passed by.
Busy watching Doggo sit at his post with a smoking biscuit in his mouth with his arms folded, Sans didn't pay attention to where he was walking; a hollow under the snow(made by vegitoids or other creatures) gave way as Sans stepped on it. Falling to one side with an 'oof' as his right leg sunk in up to his knee. Papyrus, who also wasn't paying attention due to also looking to the side as he walked, yelped as he was caught off guard by his shorter brother dropping out of the corner of his eye.
His eyes may have been closed or maybe just looked down, but now Doggo was scanning the surrounding terrain with his icy blue eyes.
"Who's there?!" he growled, standing up.
Papyrus and Sans both looked at each other. Sans signalled to Papyrus to be silent.
"I can smell you…Sans is that you?!" Doggo immediately became less on edge and more of just annoyed.
All sat in silence for a split second before Sans answered in some weird voice designed to be a bad disguise "…no…this is your…optometrist here to tell you tha-"
He was cut off by Papyrus whacking him over the head with a very disapproving expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, Doggo, please forgive my brother's rudeness." Papyrus said as he stood up from kneeling on one knee next to his brother who wasn't looking the smallest bit apologetic.
"Papyrus…? Oh my dog…Sans I hate you, you moron…!" Doggo growled, now looking entirely annoyed and ready to plant his fist in a specific person's face.
But of course, Sans wasn't quite done yet.
"oh, Doggo…!" he faked surprise as he climbed back to his feet "I didn't know that was you…you see the thing is," he restrained a laugh at the unintentional jab at the dog monster's visual impairment, "I didn't see you there." The last words came out at a higher pitch and the sentence ended with a high pitched, wabbly giggle that sounded like he was about to cry.
Papyrus barely restrained from punching Sans back into the snow. He couldn't believe this.
Doggo and Papyrus both exploded into heated shouts and the whole situation descended into verbal open fired noise with Sans as the only recipient.
Doggo looked like he was about to get physical as Papyrus roughly grabbed his brother by his hood and dragged him away face down in the snow as he showered endless apologies to Doggo.
"What is wrong with you today?!." Papyrus shouted after they were a little farther away from the fuming dog monster.
"What do you mean?," Sans asked as he lifted his face out of the snow so that he was being pulled along looking like a sliding penguin.
"Acting so insufferable and obnoxious!.".
"Its fine, I know Doggo and Doggo knows me, its like an unspoken agreement that that is the way we interact.".
"No. No, it is not 'fine'!" Papyrus marched on forward without showing any intention to stop making a path leading all the way to Snowdin town with his brother's body. Sans didn't seem to mind much, though. Of course he didn't; he was annoying like that. "And even if it is," Papyrus continued, "its stupid and rude and as much as you don't care about what people think of you, our reputations are connected, and I do care what people think about me. Its called dignity- but you wouldn't understand what that is.".
"I'm not the one dragging myself through the snow." Sans didn't even sound like he was taking any of this seriously, but then again, he rarely did. "Speaking of that, can you not stretch my hoodie? Its one of the few things that I take seriously.".
Absolutely insufferable. Papyrus wordlessly released Sans to faceplant back in the snow as he walked around him and continued on to town, pulling Sans by his ankle. Of course Sans was laughing.
Papyrus was still trying to be mad, but he gave up; he didn't see any use in staying angry when it wouldn't do anything. But, now that he thought about it, the whole situation was kind of funny; and he hated it!. It was always like this: Papyrus always got angry easily but calmed down too quickly because Sans had some stupid gift of being annoying and infuriating but also funny- he'd rather live his brother's life style than admit it out loud- but he found him admirably goofy in a way that he loved and hated. He always found himself fighting a grin after these kinds of things. It was always the same.
"Ouch I think I got a splinter." Sans stated from out of Papyrus' sight, breaking the silence as they went across the bridge that was never approved for safe use.
"Oh really? Poor you. Well now you know what it's like to constantly have something or someone getting under your skin." Papyrus said, his amusement slipping into his tone.
Sans made that stupid laugh that sounded like some kind of explosion in his nose* and then descended into what sounded like he was crying in pain while running out of breathe. Sometimes he hated that laugh, sometimes he adored it, of course he would never admit that either. This whole day had been ridiculous.
They were finally back in town now. It was the busier time of the day, maybe a bit of public embarrassment would put Sans in check, but he gave up hope on that possibility as Sans waved to and greeted people the went past. Some who were clearly familiar with the brothers returned the greeting as if nothing was unusual about dragging an adult through the middle of town. Others just stared, not surprised at all. More than half of Snowdin knew Sans on a personal level, a quarter knew Papyrus, but everyone was familiar with their antics and knew their names due to them constantly being shouted out at each other as they did who knows what next.
"Will you stop already?." Papyrus scolded as Sans shouted "BYE" to no one in particular as they left the main part of town and headed towards their own abodes, which was on the farther edge of town. "I honestly don't know what's gotten into you today.".
"Oh man I didn't realise it was illegal to be in a good mood, what's the fine?" Sans quipped as he rested his chin on his folded arms as they ploughed through the white snow.
"Whatever." Papyrus sighed as he rolled his eyes.
Finally at their house, Papyrus dragged Sans up the couple steps and dropped him at the front door, unlocked it, and went inside.
"You just got a free ride, you better pay me for my services." Papyrus called back.
It took twenty seconds of mental war before Sans mustered the will-power to get up and walk inside, closing the door behind him as he brushed of all the snow, twigs, and various over collectables he had obtained along the way.
"Can you please not do that inside?; put it all back outside." Papyrus grimaced.
"What if I don't want to?." Sans smirked as he looked up.
"Well then you can stay outside until you change into something less filthy." Papyrus answered back. All these years living with Sans, more or less raised by Sans, he had learnt how to combat his brothers witty attitude to a degree.
"I wasn't the one that dragged me through the snow for half an hour" Sans muttered as he went upstairs. The clicking of the lock on his door signified that he probably wouldn't be seen again for at least three hours, perhaps the rest of the day if he managed to slink away without Papyrus catching him.
Papyrus sighed. He didn't like how much time his brother spent alone hiding away in his room or the 'shed' outside.
Papyrus sat down on the lumpy old couch in the living room and pulled a sudoku out from under a stack of library books that were possibly years overdue; he wouldn't be surprised if they were. That wasn't his problem though, he was going to spend his down time doing non-stressful things and not worrying about other people's messes that they refused to fix.
He had already solved three in half an hour; a very productive rate. His attention was starting to stray, though. Maybe he could clean the house…or reorganise his wardrobe and action figures…maybe he could take up a new hobby…knitting seemed cool. Maybe Undyne knew something about that. Maybe Undyne was doing something interesting?.
He pulled out his phone and called Undyne's number. It rang for a while, but he was used to that. Undyne was often doing something that kept her hands tied, making too much noise, or just not picking up on purpose. For people that seemed so different, Undyne and Sans shared a lot of similar traits. The ringing stopped after nearly a minute.
"Hey Papyrus."
"Hey, Undyne!"
"What you want, Punk?." her voice panted through the speaker.
"Just wondering what you are doing right now?."
"Just a light work-out. Why?."
"I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"Do you by any chance know how to knit?."
"Pfff no. Why makes you think I can knit?." Undyne asked with an amused tone.
"Well you know how to do stuff I want to do."
"You mean two or three things?. I thought Sans was the one that has a bunch of random skills; why don't you ask him." Some background noise came through as she spoke.
"Good idea!...HEY SANS!." Papyrus shouted, not taking the phone down from his face.
"SANS!" he called again.
"what?."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"
"I said 'WHAT"!" Sans screamed back as he yanked open his door, tired but in the mood for messing with people.
"OH OK!" Papyrus screamed.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Sans continued screaming even though they could both hear each other.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO KNIT?!" Papyrus didn't seem to be aware of the fact he was still shouting.
"NIT!? WHAT THE HELL?! IS THAT MEANT TO BE AN INSULT?!" Sans screamed at the top of his lungs despite the fact he was making eye contact with Papyrus.
"NO I MEAN KNIT AS IN WITH YARN!"
"NO, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO Knit as in yarn" Sans' voice broke and he laughed the rest of his reply.
"OH OK."
"Stop shouting." Sans laughed as we went back in his room and locked the door again.
"No, he doesn't know how to knit." Papyrus said back to the phone.
"Uh yeah I know, I heard" Undyne said "You must have really tolerant neighbours." The last part sounded more like a statement.
"No, they just gave up on complaining."
Undyne responded with a bubble of laughter
"Hm…hey did you see the new episode of CWAKR?" Papyrus asked with a new enthusiasm.
"Yeah, it was okay."
The conversation continued on, jumping from various topics as they usual do.
"Well anyway, I gotta go now." Undyne said.
"Oh…yeah ok…" The disappointment was clear in Papyrus' voice "I should probably go, too, actually…see you tomorrow."
" Seeya, Punk!." She hung up.
Papyrus sighed. He enjoyed talking to Undyne, she actually seemed to enjoy it, too. She felt like a genuine friend and maybe that gave him comfort for the lack of friends he had; how many friends does one really need anyway?.
He stood up from the couch and kind of just stood there, thinker about what he could do to fill the next few hours. The thing was with Papyrus, rather than making a list, he would think up one or two ideas and just go with what seemed the better of the options. He did a few things here and there, cleaning up small messes and throwing out the 'uneaten' shredded cheese Sans had left for his pet rock. After his phone call with Undyne he was feeling in a social mood, so he spent some time on his computer in his room. It was pretty boring and uninteresting trying to fill empty space and time with random stuff, the lack of structure felt sloppy and I'm honestly just trying to make it to 5, 000 words so give me a break, guys.
He spent an unknown amount of unproductive time seeking social interaction online but didn't really get much of it done. He could have done something more beneficial, but his yearning for friends was his weak spot. Either he was unaware of this or he wasn't willing to admit it.
He doubted Sans was still in his room, he had probably gone off somewhere or passed out under his bed or something; his brother was weird like that. Either way he would probably be spending the rest of the night alone, and that's exactly what he did. After eating reheated food from the refrigerator for his dinner, he went to bed around nine o'clock. Alone.
Oof wow that was absolutely terrible ._.'
Welp I hope you didn't find it complete crap and perhaps even enjoyed it. The first few chapters will be slowish and uneventful but due to the nature of this story, its supposed to kind of slow; this isn't telling a story, its just narrating whats happening in a period of time, a bit of a less common story format.
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cya.