A/N: To be honest, I don't really have anything to put up here but I wanted to anyway, it's really late and I'm real tired, but it's like that almost tired happy high. Anyway, here's my own happy "HI!", and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
During the construction of Ebottown, everyone had their own suggestions for different things the town should have. Sans wanted Grillby's, Undyne got her dojo and Alphys her lab, Asgore wanted a little tea shop cafe, and Toriel had a school.
As for The Great Papyrus, the unparalleled spagettore, the bestest puzzle maker of Snowdin, the great skeleton with many names, titles, and many fans and friends, the most popular skeleton of all, for all of his amazing attributes, what he wanted was a pasta shop. Now, this wasn't any old normal pasta shop, oh no, this was the greatest pasta shop of all time. You thought you knew of all of the different kinds of pastas; spaghetti, linguini, penne, macaroni, ravioli, tortellini, bowtie, and those noodles that came in different little shapes. And when you first thought about what a pasta shop would look like, you imagined a small store with those kinds of pasta in boxes, bags, and in freezers.
This pasta shop was the size of a warehouse, where you could stand in one end, and you wouldn't even be able to see the other end because of how big it was. Before the monsters came to the surface, there were 350 types of pasta. Now? 7,991. Yup, you read it right. Seven thousand, nine hundred, and ninety one types of pasta. You couldn't even grasp at how monsters and humans were able to come up with this many types of pasta. You couldn't even imagine what 7,991 types of pasta even looked like!
There were a very wide variety of lengths and thicknesses, pasta in the shape of balls, decahedrons, and cubes. Pasta made of wheat, rice, beans, and more that you had no idea about (and some of it, you were better off not knowing). Pasta pies, casseroles, pizzas, tacos, smoothies, burgers, even pasta sausages. There was even pasta you could wear and munch on throughout the day. It was a pasta wonderland, and Papyrus was very proud of it.
Papyrus wasn't the store owner or even a part of the corporate chain, he came up with the idea but the only part he wanted to do with it was being a loyal customer, and having his name in the shop name. "Papyrus Pasta"
This was your first stop on your very cool day with Papyrus. When the two of you entered the store, everyone greeted Papyrus when they saw him, he was a superstar there. Every time you entered, you always had to take a moment to stare at it, slack-jawed in awe.
"NYEH HEH HEH. I'M ALWAYS SO GLAD TO SEE YOU SO THOROUGHLY DAZZLED BY MY PASTA STORE, FRISK!"
He picks you up and puts you on his shoulders.
"NOW, WE MUST GET TO THE SPAGHETTI AISLE!"
He dashes across the store, dodging left and right, running through different ailes, causing a few people to drop their pasta to which Papyrus would yell
"EXCUSE ME (HUMAN OR MONSTER), THE SPAGHETTI IS CALLING!"
every single time and continue on running. You were having the time of your life, speeding faster than you could ever run, from a height above the aisles so you could see most of the store zooming past you. You were smiling and giggling while holding onto Papyrus for your dear life.
"AH, HERE WE ARE!"
You slow down and stop at the start of the spaghetti aisle, which is the longest aisle in the store, mostly because of some of the 10 foot long spaghetti strands they sell.
"NOW, WHICH COLOR SHOULD WE GET?"
You think about it for a few seconds, and you figure out the perfect colors, the only colors it could ever be really. You tug on his sweater and give him a smile.
"BLUE AND PINK?"
You nod vigorously.
"WOWIE! WHAT AN AMAZING CHOICE!"
You giggle, Papyrus always found a way to make you laugh, even when he didn't mean to. He goes and grabs the blue spaghetti, then runs over to the pink spaghetti and collects that too. He then dashes again back to the front of the store in the same fashion as before.
After you check out, the two of you leave Papyrus Pasta, into the brisk cold air outside.
"WHERE TO NEXT? THE PARK? UNDYNE'S DOJO?"
You think for a bit. You really don't want to go to the dojo today, you were still (mentally) tired from your training session a few days ago. The park was nice, but you were trying to think of a good way to enjoy the spaghetti you had just gotten. Then it came to you.
You point to the nearby video store (because yes, they still exist and were actually quite popular with the monsters who wanted to watch the variety of human movies without wifi being necessary. You couldn't really understand it being so used to wifi, but maybe it was just a monster thing).
"AH, A MOVIE? THAT'S SUCH A GOOD IDEA, IT'S AS IF I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAME UP WITH IT MYSELF! LET'S GO HUMAN!"
With you still on his shoulders, you jumble over to the video store. It was a small little, hidden in the corner kind of store that had a slightly musky and moldy smell, but that's what gave it character.
When you enter the store, Papyrus puts you back down since the combined height of the two of you was too tall for the store.
"LET'S SPLIT UP, IT WILL BE EASIER TO FIND THE PERFECT MOVIE THIS WAY!"
You nod and head over to the left, while Papyrus heads over to the right. You try to look for a movie that makes you think, or has some sort of investigative premise; almost like a puzzle in movie form. But then again, this was Papyrus you were talking about and he might not catch on with some of the more thought provoking movies. You're now looking at the aisle labeled "ACTION" and see some blockbuster hits that you recognize when you suddenly jolt back when Papyrus's voice shouts from across the store.
"GASSPP, F-FRISK!"
You look over to him and see his eyes wide.
"FRISK COME HERE!"
You rush over to his side to see what he's so excited about.
"FRISK, I HAVE FOUND THE MOST PERFECTEST MOVIES!"
You look over to the aisle and look at the movies he was in front of. All of them were relatively old with hand drawn cover pictures;a bunch of them had cowboys, Indians, and sheriffs with dusty tumbleweeds and horses and old wooden saloons. You look at the top of the aisle to see what the label said. Of course
"SPAGHETTI WESTERNS"
And so, you and Papyrus leave the video store and head back to his house, while Papyrus carries as many western movies as he could hold in his arms, and occasionally you had to pick up a few that fell.
You get to the house to see that the wall had been patched up, and the car back on the driveway where it should be. Alphys did a really good job.
You and Papyrus get inside and dump all the movies onto the couch, then make your way over to the kitchen. Since coming up to the surface, Papyrus had started to get cooking lessons from Toriel as well so the edibility of his spaghetti had increased by a lot. It was now at the point where it actually tasted almost good.
And so the two of you make the blue and pink, with you on his shoulder again to reach the tall cabinants and help stir the pasta. You bounce around and laugh and joke together, spending more time playing around than actually making spaghetti.
When you finish in the kitchen, you head over to the couch and attempt to pick a movie. Eventually, through random selection, you choose The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly; a classic. You sit down together with your spaghetti and start the movie.
The movie finishes and you notice, for once, that it's quiet. Too quiet. You look over and see Papyrus sleeping across the couch; he almost looked cute. You get up and get a blanket to cover him up, you weren't sure if skeletons got cold, but it didn't hurt to tuck him in a little, it was pretty dark outside after all.
The door opens and Sans walks in.
"hey kid."
You wave and put your finger to your lips, trying to shush him to let Papyrus sleep.
"ooh sorry," he whispers, "heh here i'll take care of 'em if you wanna go. how was the day."
You give him a thumbs up.
"heh ya, my bros pretty cool."
You wave to him goodbye as you head over to Alphys and Undyne's house for some anime.
"Hey kid! You're just in time come in!"
Undyne opens the door for you and welcomes you inside. She and Alphys are wearing their lizard and fish print PJ's respectively. You see that Mew Mew Kissy Cutie is all set up on the TV screen, ready to play for you.
"Oh hey Frisk, c-come sit down."
You plop down on the cozy couch, which is much more cozier than Sans and Papyrus's, and sit next to Alphys as Undyne joins you sitting on your other side.
The show starts and the three of you talk together, starting with small things like how the day was, how school is going, and catching up on any town gossip, but soon it snowballs into heated debates on Mew Mew and her questionable choices, or not so questionable choices; it really depended on where you were sitting, figuratively and literally.
After a couple episodes, you start to yawn and your eyes increase in heaviness; you decide that it's time to head over to Asgore's house for some tea and sleep.
And so you reluctantly say your goodbye's to Undyne and Alphys, then head out the door towards Toriel's to pick up a few things.
"Welcome home."
Toriel hugs and kisses you which makes you even sleepier because of how comforting she was. You greet her, then make your way upstairs to get your night bag, a sweater or two (you didn't need to bring many clothes since you already had a bunch at Asgore's house), and a certain little potted flower.
"Oh, hey Frisk."
Uh oh, he wasn't feeling too peachy.
"Hey Flowey, you ready to go to Asgore's house?"
"It doesn't matter."
You try to hug him as best you can in his little pot.
"Stop hugging me!"
He's getting a little mad, that's a bit better.
You head back downstairs to say goodbye to Toriel and start your walk to Asgore's.
You and Flowey talk a bit during the walk. He wasn't as depressed as earlier, but he still wasn't his usual self.
"I bet you like seeing me suffer like this, stuck in this pot while you run around making a mess, you're repulsive."
"Flowey that's not nice."
"Ya, neither are you."
"Whatever makes you happy."
There's a long pause of silence.
"So...how was uh.. your day."
WHAT?
You look at Flowey in shock, he almost never asks about you or how you were.
"I hope it was horrible."
You smile, and chuckle a bit as you continue to walk.
Not too much later you arrive at Asgore's house.
"Hello Frisk, and Flowey. Would you like some tea?"
You nod as Flowey says something along the lines of "whatever."
You enter the house and quickly go into your room to drop off your stuff, then go over back to Asgore and place Flowey by a large window right next to the garden. From what you can tell, he seems content.
You go back towards the fireplace where Asgore is sitting on the floor with two cups of tea. You sit right next to him, leaning into his side as the two of you chat about the day, drinking tea, and talk about plans for tomorrow. Maybe some gardening, going to a cafe, or just a game of catch.
The mixture of comfort from the warmth of the fire, and the warmth of your Dad, quickly and softly brought you to sleep.
A/N: I dunno about you guys, but I'm really craving pasta now.
