Requested by The Wayward Typhoon.
Money. That's all she cared about. The jingle in your pockets, the faces of the dead on either side of the envious green parchment. That is what the others claimed. "Her soul lies with her wealth!" "Her donuts are overpriced for herself, not the spiders!"
But when those taunts come by, she laughs it off. Masking her hurt with a smile. "Ahuhuhuhu~!" That mask can only hold so much, and sooner or later she breaks. And who's there to comfort her? Who's there for the sake of a greedy spider? Why me, The great Papyrus. Everyone deserves somebody to lift them up, even her.
A/N: Thats the only request I have gotten so far. Hope you like it, TWT!