I drive up to where the letter said my target is located, the gun holstered on my side. I lean back and steel myself, before exiting the car and heading inside. The house smelt of something cooking, the house was nothing fancy by any measure, It looked like it could support a poor lifestyle. I follow the smell to find someone humming something. As I get closer the smell becomes more distinct, more pronounced to my nostrils, It was spaghetti. I aim the gun inside and aim it at the skeleton, he obviously heard me walk in. He jumps as he turns around to see me, me with a gun to his face, yet he seems foolishly friendly and kind.
"It seems that I have a visitor!"
He proclaims, surprisingly ecstatic at my presence.
"Come, sit down. I was just making some of my Human approved Spaghetti!"
I sat down, unsure what he was doing here. He gave me some spaghetti, It was as cold as ice.
"Who visits the Great Papyrus this day!?"
He says, a dopish grin crossing his face. "Carter" I say almost under force, I just needed the info out of him. Then i'm sending this bastard back to the grave.
"Good day, Carter. Why do you come to my lair this fine day?"
I put on my most friendly voice I can, not sure if he can see i'm a human or not.
"Well, I heard the anniversary of when the monsters came to the surface is coming soon and I wanted to throw a party"
The skeleton smiles
"Splendid! Though why you came to me is the question, I can only think of my brother to relay this news to. Everyone else is super busy, Like with Undyne leading The Undying, Alphys at that university Harvard and Toriel and Asgore leading that Hospital for as they put it 'lost children' "
"and where might your brother be?" I ask staying on target.
"Oh, He's out with his friends. The dunkers I think they call themselves. They usually hang out around the warehouse just across the street. You can't miss it!"
"Thank you" I say in a cutesy voice before I Quickdraw my pistol and blow his brains out. Papyrus's body slumps down as my gun smoke climbs the walls. Pity, if he weren't a fucking Undie, he could've made a nice friend. But fate had different plans, I see his head disintegrate away. The funnest part about killing monsters is that there's no clean up, they just disintegrate into nothingness, sometimes they only leave a soul. I get up and move quickly to my car, knowing the police will be here soon.
