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Ch14 Spaghetti of love
-3 hours after-The Arena-
The monsters sucked in a deep breath.
This is it, score reveal time.
Papyrus and another cook let the chefs have a taste of their food, and then the 5 judges would give points on a scale of 0 to 10.
Everyone was worried about Papyrus.
—Playback—
The subject today was Salmon.
During the 1 hour cooking, he screwed the main course of the dish—Salmon.
He accidently burned it, and what's worse, he couldn't afford the time to cook another one.
When all hopes were gone, Papyrus suddenly got an idea.
Instead of desperately trying to cook another fish, he started to cut off the chard parts of the fish and sliced it into pieces.
Everyone was puzzled what was Papyrus going to do.
Papyrus took a look at the countdown clock.
30 minutes left.
Not enough to prepare and cook a fish on time, but…
Papyrus took rice from his food basket.
He remembered the key to solving a puzzle—thinking out of the box.
Tempest realized what Papyrus was going to cook when he started to steam the rice.
"Master! He wants to make fried rice!" Tempest shouted with amazement.
Asriel was surprised. "Fried rice? Tempest! Didn't you mention that fried rice was very hard to cook?"
"No, it's quite easy to cook, but very hard to cook it deliciously. I spent 1 year to make it 'edible' for judges! And that doesn't mean very delicious!"
"Why would Papyrus pick such a risky dish?"
Tempest was looking at Papyrus, who was cooking on stage. "Take a big risk, get a big payday, and he doesn't have enough time to process another raw Salmon, but he had enough for fried rice."
The two of them became quite and watched on.
Frisk, who was sitting beside Asriel wanted to grab his hand for comfort, but she can't.
"How will this turn out? Azzy?"
"No one knows, dear. We can only watch and pray."
Frisk stared at Asriel.
"What's the matter?"
"You called me 'dear'."
"You… don't like it? Or…" Asriel was flushing and quite embarrassed.
"NO! I liked it." Frisk
Frisk originally wanted to hug Asriel. But Asriel's conditions won't let her.
"Oh my, I'll get mad soon if I kept on doing this." Frisk thought.
Papyrus started to prepare ingredients like garlic, eggs, salt…and so on.
He placed garlic and oil in a wok and fried them.
About 10 minutes after, Papyrus took out the hot rice out the steamer.
The royal family gasped.
Papyrus placed the hot rice in the fridge.
"OMG! Why did he do that?" Yelled Frisk.
Asriel remembered some of Papyrus's explanations. "The best in fried rice… had it's rice grain separated, not like steamed rice which is sticky. In order to do that, there are two ways. One is adding a lot of oil, the other is using cold cooked rice." He said.
Frisk and Asriel watched and hoped Papyrus can get in the finals.
Both of them knew, he worked very hard on this.
They only can hope MERCY from the gods…
—now—
The scores are displayed on the LED panel.
1st cook: 9.5 9.8 9.3 9.7 9.4 =47.7
"Quite a nice score, now let's look at our second cook!" The host said.
2nd cook(Papyrus): 7.8…
The all the monsters in the crowd gasped. 7.8, that is almost a death sentence.
But… the total score was not revealed yet…
10.0 10.0 10.0 10.0=47.8
When the last 10 points hit on the board. All the monsters roared in happiness.
The skeleton, Papyrus. Accomplished mission impossible!
—ten minutes after—In a fancy hotel—
The royal family met Papyrus and Sans in the lobby.
"Oh my! I could hear my SOUL pounding then!" Asriel stated
"That was a crazy ride. Paps. You almost gave me a heart attack." Frisk followed.
"Nice job ya did there, bro. I was worried to the 'bone'." Sans said.
"SANS! YOU JUST RUINED MY DAY!" Papyrus was still quite allergic to Sans's puns.
Frisk and Asriel giggled.
It was always fun to watch Sans tease Papyrus.
"Well then bro, I'll leave with Tempest. We have some things to do." Sans touched Tempest's head.
"Hey! Don't touch my head! I'm not your rock pet or something!" That was the last sentence Tempest said before they teleported.
"MY IMPOSSIBLE BROTHER…"Papyrus murmured, and turned to Asriel and Frisk. "THANK YOU FOR WATCHING ME!NYEH HEH HEH HEH! I HAVE FANS FROM THE ROYAL FAMILY!" Papyrus was sweating when he was saying the next sentence. "YOU KNOW, EVEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS THOUGHT I WILL FAIL. THAT WAS REALLY A CLOSE CALL."
"But against all odds, you won. There was no doubt of that. One more victory! Then you can fulfill you dream to be famous to every human and monster!" Frisk said.
"THANK YOU, HUMAN!"
—Alphys's lab—
Sans took out the key and opened the front door.
"HOLY ELEMENTS. This place was as messy as I saw it for the first time. How the hell we are going to find this device?" Tempest was nearly "hopeless" when seeing this.
Maybe it's faster to do it in the original way. Searching in such chaos was mission impossible.
"Don't worry. Alps will only be messy with her daily stuff. Research files and inventions will be stashed neatly." He pointed at a corner.
That was the only place which was neat.
The skeleton and dragon walked to the shelves.
"Let me see," Sans took out a piece a paper which was given by Alphys. "box No.33."
Tempest search on the shelves. "OH… Why is everyone bullying little guys?" The box was placed about 10cm higher than he can reach.
Sans waved his hand took out the box by blue magic and opened it.
Inside the box was a headset-like object.
"Hmm. I expected something more… odd."
"That is the stuff. Let's go back to my lab. K?"
—5 minutes after—Sans's secret lab—
Tempest put the "Mind Hologram Projector" on his head.
"Sans, does this thing has a smaller version? I think it will fall off my head if I lie down."
"Nope, this is the only one."
"Well then… I will sit to sleep as usual. And Sans, please make sure no one will enter this place. If someone with hostility enters, I will wake up."
"Don't worry, no one knows this place expect you, me, kiddo, and the goat boy."
"OK, now. Here it goes."
Tempest took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
—Land of Dreams—
It doesn't take too much effort for Tempest to find Gaster.
"Oh, I was expecting you, Tempest. Guess you can't remember that much, right?"
"Yeah, sorta. But Sans and I got a brilliant plan. Did you remember the 'Mind Hologram Projector'?"
"Let me think…" Gaster placed a hand on his chin. "Oh! That invention. How did you know there was such a thing like this? I never told you before."
"Sans told me that."
"So, how was my invention going to work in your plan?" Gaster seemed to be curious.
"I left my body there, only my SPIRIT came in, so that your invention can be used. If the plan succeeded, Sans is listening to our talk right now."
Gaster invented the "Mind Hologram Projector", so he clearly knows how does the machine work.
"How can you confirm Sans is listening? I don't remember that invention can input information."
"Easy! We had a deal. If Sans got nothing, he will wake me up. It's been a while I have arrived here, and he didn't wake me up. So, I can assume that our plan worked."
"Well, that makes things easier. Unlike you, Sans had been my assistance for a while. If he can hear my instructions, the settings will be done in… approximately 10 minutes."
"Oh my god. Well," Tempest hung a smile. "I'll meet you in our timeline after a short time."
—After 10 minutes—
"Done. That was all Sans should know to operate the "The Jumper". He can wake you up to show me that he understood what I was saying."
—The real world—
Sans was thinking how to wake up Tempest, he had tried some methods, pinching, tickling, shaking, he even slammed Tempest around the room by his blue magic, but none of them work.
"Weird, didn't he said he will wake up if he senses hostiles? How can it be if he is unconscious like this?"
He came up with a good idea.
He teleported to his and Papyrus's house on the surface and opened the door.
The decorations and arrangements of their house were exactly like the underground one, but there was one additional room between the two rooms.
When Papyrus asked why Sans insisted on building a spare room, Sans replied him with bad puns, making Papyrus unwilling to ask more.
Slowly, his brother ignored this odd room.
But today, this room was not in Sans's concern now.
He lightly touched his rock pet when coming in, and put his line of sight on a sock rack.
He took one of the socks and teleported back to his lab.
Sans threw the dirty sock on Tempest's nose.
—Land of Dreams—
"Hey, Gaster. Did you smell something odd?" Tempest suddenly had some twists on his faces.
"What are you talking about? The air is fresh here."
"Something…" Tempest sniffed. "disgusting."
Suddenly, the horrible smell became strong.
Tempest covered his nose, but that doesn't stop the odor.
"I can't breathe!"
—the real world—
Tempest woke up.
He found the source of the smell—a dirty sock.
"SANS!" He yelled and shook off the sock. "Can you just use another way? You know that I'm picky about air quality!"
"Chill down. I pinched, tickled, and shook. But it didn't work…"
The dragon wanted to sit up; a sharp pain came from his back, making him lay back down.
Tempest shouted pain in his native tongue and rubbed his back. "Why I am sore here and there!?"
"Well, that is not the point, right? Let's save G first, shall we?" Sans was sweating a bit.
"Hump. All right. Let's do this first. Don't think I will forget this! I will know the truth!"
—ten minutes later—
"Holy elements, Sans. What the hell did you do to me?" Tempest could barely walk.
"I think you might need some monster food." Sans suggested.
"Sure… Human food can't directly heal us, we need time to digest it and let the energy released heal us. But do you have any of that here? The underground is empty for now."
"I have some hotdog ingredients in this place. Interested?"
"Hotdogs? OK? I think?"
Sans went to a box which was placed by "The Jumper".
It was placed behind the machine, so it can't be seen.
He took out a water sausage, buns, and ketchup out the box; then combine it into a hotdog.
Sans offered the food. "Here ya go. One hotdog."
Tempest ate the hotdog.
—Meow sound—
His sore places recovered in a noticeable speed.
"What the hell? Isn't this a hot 'dog'?" Tempest was quite surprised to hear that sound.
"I made that for kiddo. But she didn't buy it." Although no showing any expression changes, Tempest could tell Sans is quite… disappointed?
"Oh… Well! that's not the point for today! Let's start this!"
—machine working—
A colorful hole appeared in front of the machine, and a tall figure stepped out.
Instead of greeting Tempest and Sans, Gaster summoned a Gaster blaster and blew up The Jumper!
"WHAT THE…"
"Sorry to scare you, but it's too dangerous to keep this for now." Gaster seemed to be a little bit down because of destroying one of his creations.
"OK… Papyrus's cooking showdown will come soon, you guys are coming?" Tempest asked.
—After 10 minutes —The Arena—
The finals.
The last barrier between Papyrus and his dream.
After this, Papyrus will become the first monster champion.
But, that is not what he is concerned with now.
He cares for his friends more.
His dream can wait, if his friends need help.
"Now! Let's see what is the subject for the finals! Here we represent you…" The host pulled off the silver cap on the serving plate. "spaghetti!"
A heavy sound of sigh came from monsters among the audience.
Every monster knew how "interesting" Papyrus's spaghetti is, all of them thought Papyrus will only be 2nd for this time. Well… lucky if he wasn't suspected of cheating in the previous competitions.
"Poor Paps…" Frisk said.
"It's an unfortunate, my child." Toriel said.
"Unfortunate? More likely an "artificial" unfortunate." Tempest had a scorn look on face.
"Tempest! Why do you think everything is suspicious?" Asked Asriel.
"Too many liars and hypocrites I've encountered." Tempest hid his scorn look. "Especially, I don't like humans." He said this sentence quickly and in a suppressed volume.
Only Asriel, who was sitting next to Tempest and had a decent hearing heard that.
He could clearly detect there was hate in that sentence.
It suddenly came to Asriel. Although Tempest had been living with them for a while, they knew not much about him.
Frisk made Asriel stopped from thinking further.
"Where's Sans? Isn't he with you?" Frisk asked.
"Well, he had some things to do… 'they' can't come on time."
Frisk missed the word 'they'.
The royal family and Tempest watched the food war going on.
—one hour later—
The host rang a bell.
"OK! Time's up! Stop!"
Papyrus and the other cook put their hands off their work, Papyrus was confident, this dish was exactly the dish he wanted.
Papyrus's dish was the second dish to be tasted, so the other cook sent his dish first.
The cook explained his dish, and the judges tasted it.
"Good. The sauce was well crafted, the whole dish was clearly created with advanced cooking skills. Nice job dealing with the mushrooms. But I think there was something missing from this dish…" One of the judges claimed.
"Now!" The host stated. "Let's taste our 2nd dish."
Before the dish was offered to the judges, Papyrus stopped the staff.
"WAIT! BEFORE I LET THE JUDGES ADMIRE MY MASTERPIECE, I WANT TO CALL SOMEONE ON STAGE TO TASTE FIRST!"
The audience gasped.
This was clearly disrespecting the judges. Was Papyrus out of his mind?
"Papyrus." One of the judges said with nothing on face. "Are you aware that if you do this; although we will still taste your dish, all the judges will give you zero for sure?"
"YES, I AM." Papyrus felt slightly determined.
"Well, if that is the case." Another judge shrugged. "Call that person up here."
"HUMAN, YOUR HIGHNESS, PLEASE COME UP HERE!"
Papyrus was clearly calling Frisk and Asriel.
The couple went on stage.
"Papyrus! Are you crazy?" Frisk asked Papyrus in surprised.
"I WANTED TO HELP BOTH OF YOU. HERE! TASTE THIS! THE MASTERPIECE FROM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" Papyrus hung a big smile.
Asriel and Frisk looked at each other, and then the spaghetti.
It was a normal dish spaghetti, but Papyrus's "interesting" spaghetti was also looked like a normal one. So, there was no knowing whether it's good or not.
Frisk gulped. "Are you ready, Azzy?"
Asriel had a green face. "I will be with you to the end, Frisk…"
Frisk encouraged Asriel. "Com'on! It's not going to turn you into dust!"
They pick up a fork, and then took a little bite.
The flavor of the spaghetti was… "indescribable". It was not that kind which makes you face twist.
The whole dish was elaborated cooked and delicious, this is for sure.
Papyrus must spend a lot of time practicing making it.
And there was more…
The Dreemurr kids found the flavor arrangement was exactly a representative of their love and Papyrus's wish how this would continue.
The first sweet flavor was like seeing things in a fog. It was there, but cannot be tasted clearly. That means the expectations and imagines before confessing. The misty flavor was suddenly replaced by a burst of delighting tastes. The wonderful feelings of a relationship after the confession. But the ride didn't end there. In the symphony of flavors. A sour taste slowly amplifies and covered everything. Ah, the fight. And when the sourness reached the peak, it settled down and lived in harmony with the other flavors. Back to normal.
If this dish was tasted in a normal place and timing, Frisk and Asriel will only think this is delicious, yet, in this place, under this situation, they will notice more about this dish.
The kids looked each other deeply.
Asriel no longer felt painful anymore, Frisk could read that from her boyfriend's eyes.
Both of them bear hugged Papyrus.
"Thank you!" They said in union.
"YOUR WELCOME!" Papyrus replied.
—After the competition—
Papyrus only got 2nd place.
But everyone knew he was actually the champion.
One of the judges even collapsed into tears when tasting his dish.
The dish made them remind their love in life.
But unfortunately, they only could give Papyrus a zero; although unwilling to.
They encouraged Papyrus to take part in the next competition.
And that was not the end of the story! Gaster was back!
Well… not very many monsters cared about that, thought.
Asriel thanked Frisk for not giving up on him.
"Thank you, Frisk! I don't know how to repay you…" Asriel seemed to be shy.
Frisk laughed. "You don't need to give me something, Azzy. Just spread out the love to others!"
—At night—Somewhere—
When everything was seemingly moving toward a better state, a lone dragon was watching a script he wrote for some time.
"The Perfect World for My Dear Friend"
The dragon looked down on his other hand, a Japanese fox mask and a ring were in it.
"This is for your own good…I don't deserve to be remembered. My existence will only cause you trouble…"
With DETERMINATION, the dragon put on the ring and masked himself; then walked into the darkness.
Author's note
Nothing much to say here!
I'm closing this arc.
After some chapters, things will move on to a larger scale.
Well, there is one more place that I haven't revealed yet.
Originally, I gave up the idea because if I want to introduce that place IT WILL BE AN OC ADDING SPREE which is what I don't want to happen. But I found something in the Undertale AU list that was suitable to my needs. Oh, of course, I will credit the author. But this AU was quite popular, I think you guys will figure it out easily when I started to write it. Hehehe…
That is all!
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