Winter braced herself before knocking on the door to the skeleton's abode, wishing that this wouldn't be too crazy a date.
Wait… a date? Was she actually serious about all this? Relationships were supposed to be long-term, courting each-other until the end: marriage.
Winter liked Papyrus, sure, but was she willing to be with him until the end?
She started listing off all his qualities:
Papyrus is…
-very airheaded, not the kind to hurt somebody willingly.
-very passionate about things he likes. (she admires this about him)
-loves spaghetti, as does she
-suuuuuuper-friendly, maybe too friendly…
-cute
Oh well, nobody's perfect.
Moving on, time to date the hate outta this guy, whatever that means.
Winter reached up, and knocked on the door.
"HUMAN! IS THAT YOU?!" a voice come from inside the house, barely being muffled by the house itself.
"LET YOURSELF IN! I'M BUSY… DOING SOMETHING!" came the voice again. I might as well, I'm not getting any warmer out here. Winter opened le door, and entered.
Well, I guess you could say she was dead wrong about the house being warm. In fact, it felt colder inside rather than out.
This was not very enjoyable.
"do you have someway of turning up the heat? Its freezing in here!" Winter called out to Papyrus, who was busy in the kitchen preparing spaghetti his surprise for the date. "YOU ARE FREE TO LOOK AROUND IN THE MEAN TIME HUMAN!" guess he didn't hear me… oh well. Winter kept her coat and shoes on for the time being, because who dates a Popsicle? I would…
moving on, Winter walked over to a rock covered in… sprinkles. She bent her knees, as the table was shorter than usual. Most likely because of sans' short nature. "THAT'S SANS' PET ROCK! HE ALWAYS FORGETS TO FEED THE POOR THING! SO I DO IT FOR HIM!" Papyrus called from the kitchen.
Winter thought it best to leave the rock undisturbed. She passed a sock with a rather large amount of notes stuck to it.
They were going back and forth about Sans having to pick the sock up and put it away.
He didn't
Winter decided to join in the fun, too.
She wrote another message and put it on the sock, writing in print instead of cursive:
"At least he didn't leave his underwear on the ground. Besides, only cool people put their socks away." payback for the whoopie-cushion at the bridge she snickered quietly.
Moving on, she went over to the television to check what was on. "papyrus, may I turn the TV on to watch something?" Winter wasn't going to just turn it on without permission.
Who do you think she is, the least mannered person on earth? Gawd!
Switching the TV on, she backed up a bit to see what was the haps on the widescreen….
...nothing. What was the point of having a television if it didn't show anything? She shut it off and went over to the couch to wait for her date.
This was very boring, by the way. She started digging through the cushions out of boredom. She found 80 gold pieces, popcorn, bones, a pair of boxers with little burgers on them (ew), scissors, a knife, 3 needles, and a straight razor.
Winter decided she liked her butt and got up off the couch to look around some more. She walked over to an end table that had a random book there, and flipped it open.
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she slowly and quietly closed the book, set it back on the end table, and bit her tongue to keep from groaning as loud as she wanted to.
HOW does he do this stuff?! WHY?! UGGGGGHHHH SANS.
"HUMAN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM READY TO SEE YOU!" FINALLY! The smart one! Winter walked over to Papyrus, only to have him dash past her and up the stairs she didn't think she should have gone up. Why. I hate stairs… oh well, time to get this going I guess. Winter went towards the stairs, but stopped at the sock with all of the papers on it.
There was a new note on the sock. She read it before she went to Papyrus' room. "rude." uh, okay, guess Sans isn't a man of many words. Or should I say skeleton.
"HUMAN! I AM NOW READY FOR YOU!" Papyrus shouted from his room. Well, time to go. Winter started towards the door, going up the stairs two at a time.
She knocked, and then opened the door.
Part one of da date.