I HAVE RISEN! RISEN! RIIISSSEENNN!
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Lilly - Why thank you, hope the wait wasn't too long!
The Grand Chef - There is a lot more confusing things happening in this story. You just gotta read between the lines.
Papyrus eyes slowly opened as he got ready for the day to begin. His burnt armor was draped around him, forgetting to take it off last night. He got up slowly. Opening the door, he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. It wasn't a walk, more like a tired, slow trudge of impending doom of the day. The charred skeleton slowly poured the pancake batter, almost having some of it pour onto him because he was so tired. He closed his eyes for one second, and then all turned to darkness. As his vision came back, he surveyed his surroundings. He was… back at Snowdin? What was going on? A dark figure walked in front of him.
The snow bellowed furiously, making incredibly hard to see. Looking down, Papyrus noticed he wasn't exactly… him anymore. Well, not the Papyrus that came out of the "fire". He was normal again. The figure walked closer. It was difficult to move, and without his consent he started speaking.
"I, The Great Papyrus, welcome you with open arms!" And then, with a deafening crack, he was hit the neck, not killing him but instead letting tears stream down his face in pain. He could feel his body turning to dust, and it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He spoke once more. "Well, That's not what I expected." through stuttering lips. His jaw was shattered and it was almost impossible to speak. "Still, I believe you can do better." And then he was hit again, leaving his body to burn into dust.
When Papyrus had opened his eyes up, his head felt a little hot. Out of nowhere a wave of pain fell onto him and he fell to the ground. His body felt like Hell, but his neck felt the worst of it. It felt… exactly like... his dream? It was all gone in a minute after that. He struggled to get up and run to the sink. His bony hands turned the knob and splashed it onto his face. What...the hell... was that? Papyrus's mind went back to the fight at the hospital and his right eye that glowed orange. Could it have something to do with that? Before he could finish the thought,va knock on the door broke the silence. Opening it, he was greeted with Mettaton. The robot spoke in a hurried manner.
"Oh, not a good look, darling, but it'll do. Let's go!" He looked at Mettaton as he tried to grab his armor and pull him. He stood there as the other pulled and pulled, and Papyrus didn't even try holding back.
"Where are we going?" Papyrus asked.
"Why, to get you new clothes! To fit your new... Aesthetic!"
"But, I have my breakfast ready, can I eat before we go?" Mettaton stopped pulling.
"You're a skeleton darling, you don't eat."
"Well, then, I don't want to go," He turned and walked back to his stove. "And for the record, we do eat. We just don't digest is all." Papyrus continued his cooking, happy and content. Mettaton sighed.
"There's a store in the mall that sells noodles and sauce." He stopped. Without looking back, the skeleton spoke.
"And meatballs?"
"Yes, Papyrus, meatballs too." He turned off the stove and walked up to the robot.
"Well then, Let's go!"
The mall was huge. Walking in, Papyrus looked around in awe. He looked at Mettaton, who smiled.
"First stop, clothes! And then noodles." He said. They started their journey. Mettaton sat down on a chair as Papyrus walked in a number of different clothes. At one point, the skeleton walked in an all-white suit.
"Where did you find that?!" Mettaton asked.
"The prom department, most of the stuff there fits me." Mettaton face-palmed.
After a long and pointless two-hours of clothes trying, Papyrus voiced his concerns.
"I don't think this is working, Mettaton, We can't- actually YOU can't find anything."
"Well, you think you can find something that I can't?"
"Well, if you let me explore, we can get me new clothes sooner and I can get my noodles, meatballs, and sauce." Papyrus got up before Mettaton could raise his concerns and began searching. Running up and down the aisle, picking into sections at a time. Papyrus managed to find some black shoes with a white stripe, black pants, but still no shirt. Walking back, he noticed the clearance aisle had a few good looking things. The skeleton ran to the hangers , and his pupils widened, he found them. He grabbed the new articles and ran into the changing room.
Several minutes later he walked back out with smug look on his face. Mettaton was in sleep mode. His smile dropped and he snapped his fingers to wake it. The robot gazed at him. He wore white sneakers with the black pants, a dark-blue shirt with a decorated skull on it, and a black leather jacket. His fingers had black gloves on them.
"It's… okay, but what is that on the shirt?" Mettaton asked. Papyrus pointed to his light-blue shirt.
"It's a Dia de Los Muertos sugar skull, it's a Mexican holiday where they celebrate the dead, hence the name in english being, well, 'Day of the Dead'. OH! And they color their faces to look like skulls." Papyrus explained, while Mettaton sighed.
"I guess you managed to pick a good outfit."
"So noodles?!" Mettaton sighed.
"Yes, Papyrus." Papyrus ran of in a fit of glee without the robot.
William, at the hospital, motioned Igneous over. The rock creature walked over and leaned, looking at the document.
"I don't understand. How is that possible?" William asked, puzzled.
"What?" Igneous replied.
"According to the police reports there was no indication of a fire in the alley. It's as if nothing happened."
"It does line up with our theory of magic."
William nodded and walked over to Sans.
"Sure does. Any updates?"
"No, Sans is still in a coma as we speak"
"How could Papyrus get up instantly, but Sans be in a coma? They both seemed to be very weak when they came in."
"Maybe Papyrus has regenerative abilities?"
"Why would he have the ability and not Sans, Igneous?"
"I don't know."
Papyrus, hands now full of spaghetti noodles, almost moved down the line in cash register in excitement, Mettaton pulled him. Now, standing rather impatient behind the last person, the charred figure in his new clothes waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally reaching the cashier, he set all of his noodles boxes (most of them actually couldn't fit on the line because they're were so many). The cashier, wide-eyed and fearful, carefully scanned the boxes and placed them into of course, the hands of Papyrus. He doesn't trust those bags. Not. One. Bit.
"Why don't we turn in for the night?"
"We can't. Still figuring out why he's in a coma." William pointed towards Sans.
"We can do that tomorrow, though" Igneous replied, packing up his stuff.
William put his hands on his hips and sighed.
"I guess we can" He said.
Papyrus, now at his house, looked up in the mirror at his new clothes. Sighing, he took out his phone and began calling.
"Yes, is this William D Graste"
"Yes Papyrus." William chuckled
"Great! I called you to ask about some things."
"Uh, sure. What do you need?"
"Any news on Sans?" Papyrus asked hopefully.
William sighed through the phone.
"No buddy, I'm sorry. It's been bugging me too."
"Okay," Papyrus said softly. "Do you know what happened to my scarf?"
"OH! Yeah, I held on to it. It was pretty much burned completely so I decided to throw it away later. I just forgot to tell you."
"Or ask me. That's fine and all, but I really would like my scarf back, or at least what's left of it. It was a gift from my mother."
"Uhh… Absolutely! Just come and pick it up. And don't forget your PT is tomorrow."
"Thanks."
Papyrus sighed once he hung up. The skeleton moved up to his room, before he stopped and looked out one of the windows. He could have sworn someone was in that window just a few second ago.
"Don't be paranoid Paps, it's a three story window." Papyrus told himself. He kept his gaze on it just a little longer before he turned back hesitantly.
"Don't be… Paranoid."
Jesus! FINALLY I AM OUT OF WRITER'S BLOCK! Also, I know this may be annoying to you all, but if you enjoy this story I implore you that you check my other two. One is MLP and the other is Wings of Fire. Don't worry guys, I never give up on a story, it's just years late!
-Galaxyishigh