Papyrus discovers that, after all this time, he'd been forgetting to manifest a tongue and to TASTE his food. It goes badly. - LaceSecret
This was it. Frisk's least favorite part of the pacifist run. The spaghetti They raised the fork to their mouth. Prepared. They attempted to swallow it quickly, and without chewing to avoid the taste. They failed.
"My spaghetti is amazing, is it not?" Papyrus asked, proud to supply such wonderful cuzine. Frisk found that they couldn't lie yet again. Especially since they were trying to make this the last run, so telling Papyrus his food was good might have dire consaquences.
"H-have you t-tasted it yourself?" Frisk asked, stomach weak.
"No, I have not! I keep forgetting to manifest a tounge to taste it... Thank you for reminding me, Human!" Papyrus exclaimed, reaching for a bite of the concotion. Frisk tried to motion for him to stop, but it was too late.
Papyrus' face scrunched up. Tears started to form in his eyes. He set the plate down next to him.
"I am so sorry human."
