Papyrus's idea of a date was interesting. He took Frisk by the hand and zipped around town leading them back to his house, letting them in. The house was somewhat messy, a pile of dirty socks sitting in the corner... of the ceiling... there was a blue hue around them, so it appeared that someone was using the blue magic to suspend them. The TV was on a standby channel with the scrolling message "please stand by for a new episode of Core Survival"
"SO HUMAN, THIS IS MY HOME! THE COOLEST PLACE IN SNOWDIN. I DARE SAY THAT YOU MUST BE VERY IMPRESSED!"
As Frisk looked around, they nodded. Flowey remained burrowed as deep in his shoe as possible. He felt uncomfortable being this close to Papyrus. Even tho there is no way for the skeleton to remember him, he couldn't be too sure. And if he DID remember, that would cause Frisk a great deal of trouble.
As Papyrus took them around the house, showing the impressive sink, also upside down from the ceiling; yet low enough that Frisk could was their hands, Papyrus got out a plate of fresh spaghetti. Frisk sat down at the table, and Papyrus shoved aside what looked to be a rock, sitting on a plate covered in dust, with enough force that it knocked it off the table; shattering.
Papyrus growled at the new mess, shouting for his brother to clean up the mess. They were answered by a deep obnoxious horn sound, followed by a loud slam.
Papyrus started stomping his foot. "SANS! STOP PLAGUING MY LIFE WITH INCIDENTAL MUSIC AND PICK UP AFTER YOURSELF FOR ONCE!"
He sighed, composing himself as he remembered, he WAS on a date.
"IN ANY CASE, HUMAN, HERE IS A PLATE OF MY FINEST SPAGHETTI. FINELY AGED IN AN OAKEN CASK, THEN COOKED BY A GOURMET MASTER CHEF, MYSELF!" He handed them a fork. Flowey glared at the pasta, knowing well what was to come when Frisk attempted to eat it.
"Thank you, Papy," Frisk responded with a smile, before twirling a handful of spaghetti on the fork, shoving it in their mouth. Papyrus watched their reaction carefully. Frisk thought carefully before responding to Papyrus's impatient "WELL?"
"It's very good, the best spaghetti I've ever had!" Frisk stated truthfully. Granted, they had never eaten COOKED spaghetti, but it was still better than the snail pie. Not that that was terrible either. They smiled at Papyrus genuinely.
At their genuine compliment, Papyrus became flustered. Usually compliments were given out of fear and respect. But this human; they showed no fear of him. He fingered the ribbon the human had tied about their wrist. Things may be getting deeper for the both of them. More than Papyrus cared for them to be.
"HUMAN. I MUST CONFESS. AS MUCH AS I ENJOY OUR CLOSE FRIENDSHIP, I FEAR THAT IT WOULD PUT YOU IN DANGER! THERE ARE TWO THINGS I WISH TO DO, BUT AFTER IT WOULD BE BEST WE TRY TO KEEP OUR DISTANCE. FIRSTLY, HERE IS MY PHONE NUMBER. SHOULD YOU RUN INTO ANY DANGER, YOU CAN CALL ME, GRANTED IT IS NO GARUNTEE I WILL COME TO YOUR AIDE. BUT I DO WISH TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE WELL AS YOU MAKE YOURSELF TOWARDS THE BARRIERS EDGE. SECONDLY, TO BETTER ASSIST IN YOUR TRAVELS, I WISH TO GIVE YOU AN OBJECT TO STRENGTHEN YOURSELF IN THIS JOURNEY."
He opened his closet door, pulling a small glass container. Within the container was something that caught Flowey's attention. It was a dark blue, human soul. Flowey stared at it, no longer caring at the moment if Papyrus recognized him. He wondered how the monster kept it so secret so long. He at one point tried to get Papyrus to reveal it's location, to no avail. But here, now, he was just handing it over to Frisk!
"YOUR INTEGRITY IS ADMIRABLE HUMAN! DETERMINED TO EVER STAY ON THE PATH YOU LAYED OUT, AND REFUSE TO STRAY. AND FOR THAT REASON I GIVE YOU THIS SOUL. DO WITH IT WHAT YOU WILL, CONSIDER IT A GIFT!"
with the container in their hand, Frisk smiled up at Papyrus, smiling, as they said "Thank you, Papy!"
Their genuine smile seemed to have caught Papyrus off guard. With a slight blush he muttered something about guard duties and opened the door in a rush; smacking themselves in the head with the door, before storming out.
Flowey tried stretching to get a closer look at the container in Frisk's hands, when the door banged open. He shrunk back into his boot.
"AND HUMAN, I INSIST YOU CALL ME WITH PERIODIC UPDATES! IT WOULD DO ME NO WELL IF YOU WERE TO GET HARMED, ESPECIALLY WITH THAT SOUL!"
Frisk smiled and nodded with intent, promising to keep content.
At that the door shut quickly, not before closing on Papyrus's foot. Frisk giggled quietly, turning their attention to the container. The soul felt...ALIVE. They wondered what to do with this powerful gift. This required some time, to think.
