It had been a few months since the monsters were freed from the underground. They slowly, but eventually integrated to modern human society. Before that, monsters haven't heard of the wonderful machines of the surface. Recently, a skeleton by the name of Papyrus recieved a note from his brother, Sans. "hey, brother. ever since you got out of that car you were test driving, did you want a car of your own? well, if yes, i answered your prayers. enclosed within this document is a voucher for 1 free, bona fide imported car from the magical land of japan(anime?). alphys knows this car as a 'nissan skyline gt-r r34', i hear it's really good. head down to the docks to redeem it." Sans usually wrote in lowercase only. Funny, Papyrus thought.
Papyrus walked all the way to the docks from his new house, which was almost 2 miles away. When he got there, he was huffing, puffing, and arguing about how skeletons don't tire. He turned in the voucher to the dock worker, and was brought to an off-red ship container. The worker opened the large container, revealing a couple cars. In front was a white car with a black hood and stripes, only marked with "TRUENO" on the front and some Japanese lettering on the sides. The worker drove the car out, and behind it was a green car marked with "GT-R". Papyrus recieved a call from his house, complete with a Nyan Cat ringtone. He answered, it was one of those new-fangled phones that show your friends on the other side if they have a front facing camera.
Sans greeted his brother, while Undyne and Alphys were doing something. Upon mention of Papyrus's new car, Alphys scrambled over and saw the small Trueno car, and made a sound not unlike "SQUEEEEE~!". She started talking about a car anime she watched, but then stopped and blushed when she spoiled some of it. Papyrus got into the car, but on the wrong side. It would take some effort to get used to the new driver layout on the right side. He shuffled over, and found the keys in a convinient place, and Papyrus turned the key in its slot, while yelling "IGNITION!" He flashed the dock worker is spanking new driver's license, and chuckled before putting it up. As soon as Papyrus pressed down the gas, it took off a bit faster than he expected. He hit the brakes, almost hitting another container. Wowie, even more stuff to get used to...
He eventually escaped the maze of containers and got off the dock, when suddenly, a loud, cherry red muscle car roared over. The window rolled down, there was a rather mean looking man inside with a cigar in his mouth. He even had a mean looking goatee and beard, with a cigar butt stuck in it. Papyrus rolled down the window, not expecting the man to spit out his cigar in disbelief. Eventually, the man demanded Papyrus a race, claiming that his "SVT Cobra R" would win. Papyrus had no choice, as the man stated that "If I win, or you back out, that GT-R is mine!" Papyrus had no choice, and gave in. Papyrus knew what a race was, as he's seen Thundersnail races before. At the start line, the man bluffed that his car has beaten every muscle car he found. Finally, the light turned green, and the racers were off!
Papyrus had way too many thoughts running through his head. He was truly nervous about this. The roaring beast had easily advanced ahead of the GT-R, when they were approaching a huge turn, and fast. Papyrus hit the brakes, and hoped for the worst. But he didn't crash, and fly off an edge into the ocean. He was drifting, and passing the hostile man's car. The next part of the road really brought Papyrus an advantage. Twists, turns, circles, and that red car was history! Papyrus let out a victory laugh as he reached the finish point. "NYEH HEH HEH! I WON!" Papyrus achieved a top speed of 168 MPH through the course. But that wasn't his car's full capability. It was special, manufactured to allow a top speed of 202 MPH. Eventually, the other car caught up. Papyrus turned down the offer for the "best stock muscle car on the coast", he only wanted to collect cars that he buys with his- or Sans's money. He didn't want to rip hard earned cars out of somebody's hands for free. Frisk would be proud, Papyrus thought.