Someone asked how Asriel was incorporated in. Main reason, I just wanted him here, but the secondary reason (and 'logical' if you will) is that one of the human souls returned to him, staying with him so he could go back and see his mother. Pretty nice thought, hm?

"I don't get it! My life is plagued with cinnamon rolls and bad puns. Why me?!" Papyrus is on the phone with Mettaton before he has to open the kiosk. "Well, maybe little Frisk is expressing her love, in a weird… human way?" Papyrus thought it over. "I'll pray about that solution. I'll talk to you latter, MT" Mettaton made kissy noises, then hung up. Ah, the smell of peanuts and self hatred await him.

"Hello mam, can I interest you in half priced almonds? Or full priced everything else?" The women laughed, and bought a snack bag of almonds. The manager use to hate when Papyrus called out to civilians, until he realized how great of a salesperson the skeleton could really be. Since it was now December, Papyrus was allowed to wear his Santa hat, and sing with the children who passed by.

Sir Froggit showed for a surprise inspection. Papyrus gladly opened the little gate, which his boss happily hopped into, and then behind the counter. "HELLO, TINY HUMAN, WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE SOME HALF PRICED ALMONDS OR FULL PRICED EVERYTHING ELSE?" The child started to cry. Papyrus looked sad, pouted, making the kid stop and giggle. "You're mocking my misery, aren't you tiny human?" This child couldn't have been more than three. He walked up to the counter and pointed at some cashews. "Gimme." Papyrus scowled. "What do we say when we want something?" The kid looked stunned, then pondered. "Gimme, please?" Papyrus started to take some out, but stopped. He unlocked the gate, and went to stand with the child.

"Tiny human, where is your caregiver?" The child shook his head. "THEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL ASSIST YOU IN YOUR ENDEAVOR!" He leaned over the counter, lifting Sir Froggit onto the glass topped nut bins. "I WILL BE BACK SHORTLY AFTER I HAVE TENDED TO THIS CHILD!" Sir Froggit nodded, knowing it would be bad for business if his workers wouldn't assist the common man.

"Hello, I would like to give you this tiny human who is without his caretaker" Papyrus tried to hand it to the man behind the lost and found counter, who quickly refused. "Sir, I can make an announcement, but I will not touch the child." Papyrus nodded, hoisting the boy up on his shoulders. "Attention, shoppers. We have a lost child by the name of….." He covered the mic. "What's his name?" Papyrus shrugged his shoulders. "My name is Kevin!" "Kevin... three to four years old, light blue soccer shirt. Please, come claim your child" The man looked to the taller skeleton. "You can go now" Pap looked taken aback. "Why I would never leave a human who is in need!" The man shrugged his shoulders, picking up a newspaper to try and pass the time that etched by so slowly.

After about ten minutes of airplane, the child's mother showed up. "Thank you so much sir! How can I repay you?" Papyrus waved his hand. "THE GREAT PAPYRUS ISN'T IN NEED OF A REWARD… but if you would like to make a holiday purchase from the Nutty Nut's Nut Shack I wouldn't object" the women gave a hearty laugh, and followed Papyrus back to his kiosk.

After his little 'save the child' incident spread around the shopping center, Papyrus had sold out of almonds, cashews, and peanuts. It also resulted in two hundred dollars worth of tips. "Ribbit Ribbit, Croak. (I'm very proud of you for your commendable efforts, and am happy to promote you to assistant manager.)" Sir Froggit hopped away, clip board in hand, from a tear struck Papyrus. "THANK YOU SO MUCH SIR!"

With the extra money, Papyrus had went Christmas shopping. Sans and Toriel was a breeze. They both enjoyed puns and books, but Frisk, one of her gifts was going to be a prank. This vengeance was so sweet Papyrus could taste it. Whoopee cushions? Juvenile. Peanut brittle popper? Too predictable; that and she hates peanut brittle. Peanuts, she doesn't mind, but peanut brittle, God forbid he buy her peanut brittle. While going through the rest of the store and finding nothing, he looked outside the windows. A custom T-Shirt kiosk? The possibilities were endless.

The Christmas season is good and all, but there is sooooooooo much band stuff. Concerts, practices up the ying yang, parades, carols, ugh. It's time consuming.

Anyways

Later Taters~