Thank god for the people who request fluff. I need them as a breather from time to time...
Prompt: Frisk and Papyrus - fluff
"Are you alright in there? You're so quiet."
You stifle a giggle, resting your head back against the hard surface of the door. You're always quiet, but leave it to the Great Papyrus to still notice your sullen mood.
You hear him shift around, the soft clacking of bones as he sits down on the carpeted floor. You imagine how it looks, his tall frame hunched up, all sharp angles and awkward positions.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, and you hear the scraping of his fingers against the door, gently. He wants to open it, wants to do something to help you, but doesn't want to invade on your privacy either, and for that you are thankful.
You love all of your new monster family. You really do. But sometimes you think Papyrus is the only one who truly understands you. The only one who doesn't treat you like a little child, at least.
Since he knows how tiring it can be when people do that.
You knock against the door, not hard, but just enough to make a sound, so he knows you're listening. You hear a little answering thud, before he gasps with a sudden thought.
"The Great Papyrus has a marvelous idea, Frisk!" he announces. "I saw this in a human movie a few days ago." The sound of him shifting around into a more comfortable position reaches you through the wooden barrier, and when he speaks next, his voice is slightly louder.
"I'll ask you a question, and you can answer by knocking. Once for yes and twice for no. It's just like morse code."
The skeleton sounds disproportionately excited for such a simple thing, and it makes the corners of your mouth pull up automatically.
"So, do you? Want to talk, that is."
You shift around, facing the door now as well, and knock your fist against it once. There's a few seconds of silence, before he speaks again.
"Ah, great. I'm sure I can help. Sans always says I'm quite excellent at cheering people up. What's bothering you?"
You barely have them to react, when you actually feel him hit his head against the door.
"Agh- never mind. That's wasn't a yes-no question. I'm sorry."
You hit the door twice. Don't be.
"Alright, let's see..." His voice trails off for a bit as he contemplates his options. "The thing that upset you. Was it something I did?"
You signal a quick negative.
"Was it something Sans did? Did he do the space-time thing again, because I keep telling him-"
You knock two times again.
The cycle continues for a while. With Papyrus naming various people or events, in obvious increasing ridiculousness, and your soft responses in answer. By the end of it, you're suppressing a serious case of the giggles.
"-Was it the window again? Because Undyne has an extraordinary habit of breaking any glass surface she encounters. It's a bit impressive, actually. But I keep telling her there are better ways to nail the landing."
Your shoulders shake in barely subdued laughter. Quickly you tap the wooden surface again, three times now. It only takes a split second for Papyrus to pull open the door.
"Alas, little human, this is quite the enigma." He tries to frown, but the purpose is defeated by the permanent grin etched into his skull. You know he's just joking anyway. "I have guessed all I could think of, and yet. It seems we have encountered the only puzzle the Great Papyrus can't solve..."
You pat his gloved hand in a display of compassion and he actually smirks at you. "Why were you upset?"
You blink twice, then shrug. You honestly can't recall anymore.
He winks audibly at you, knowing smile back on his face. "Right! Well, we could still go down and make some cheer-up spaghetti. You know, just in case?"
The barrier between you is gone, but you knock against the wooden frame once anyway. Spaghetti sounds perfect right now.
As always, the tumblr is: sharada-n
