Chapter 7. The Help
"Paolo, make yourself at home!" Trebuchet gestured around the two-floored house. A brand new painting of a bone hung upstairs. Paolo looked around.
"It's lovely, Trebuchet!"
The skeleton monster blushed a lovely shade of red. "Thank you, Paolo." She paused. "Let's get you a snack, shall we?"
Paolo took a seat on the comfortable green couch. Trebuchet moved gracefully into the kitchen.
She came back a few minutes later with a PBJ sandwich.
"Ooh! I love peanut butter and jelly!"
"Well sweetheart, monster food is different from human food, you know. It won't be filling."
Paolo smiled reassuringly. "That's alright, Trebuchet. I don't mind."
Trebuchet passed the plate over to Paolo. "Alright then."
Paolo munched happily on the sandwich.
"Well, Paolo sweetie, I feel I must give you a warning."
"Mmhm." She smacked her lips.
"As soon as you leave Snowdin, you will be targeted by the captain of the royal guard. She is truly a 'kuudere' and will most likely not listen to your pleas." A long silence followed. "She will not hesitate to kill you."
Paolo's eyes widened, but she quickly regained her composure. "Isn't that what most monsters will do down here?" She asked quietly.
Trebuchet was surprised that Paolo could deduce that so easily. "Erm, well, yes. Maybe it's best if you just... Stayed here."
"Absolutely not!" Paolo exclaimed, dropping the last few bites of the sandwich onto the plate. "My mother is probably worried sick. I can't just let her grieve like that!"
Trebuchet sighed. "Fine. Why don't you just get on your way, then?"
Paolo looked down. "Alright. Thank you for- thank you." She set the plate aside and stood up. "I'll visit, I promise."
With that, Paolo made her way out of the house, and out of Snowdin.