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Fresh:
“My arm’s gonna fall off!” Undyne snarled, dragging the spoon through the tough dough. “This is way too hard to mix!”
Toriel peered over into the bowl and smiled slightly. “You put too much sugar in too quickly,” she said. “It has to be put in gradually, or else it becomes difficult to mix.”
Undyne glared down at the bowl before grinning a toothy grin. “Eh, we’re not good cooks, are we?” She asked, unabashed.
“If this were spaghetti, it would be another story!” Papyrus said confidently, trying to make balls of cookie dough with bone hands. Frisk reached past him and grabbed a small handful of chocolate chips. “Frisk! Stop eating the chocolate chips! We’re running low!” Frisk stared up, slightly wounded, mouth still full of chocolate, and looked at the group for support.
“Maybe he’s checking for freshness?” Sans suggested, grinning and grabbing a few chocolate chips for himself.
Papyrus gave him a look. “You already checked the first half of the bag for freshness!”
San snickered. “Oh yeah.”
Talk:
The kid didn’t talk much in the underground.
Fair enough. Surrounded by monsters, buried miles underground, trying to get home… not a lot of time for chatter. But for some reason, Sans had gotten the idea that this was the norm. That he was always a quiet kid.
They were above ground, in the sun and the fresh air, and the kid. Never. Shut. Up.
Laugh:
“Hey, Papyrus!” Frisk tapped the skeleton on the wrist bone and grinned up at him. “What do skeletons order at restaurants?”
“Sans, stop teaching this child your terrible jokes!” Papyrus snapped down the hall at the sound of Sans’ snicker.
“Spare ribs!” Frisk declared. Toriel’s hysterical laughter effectively drowned out Papyrus’ own involuntary snort. He glanced back towards the living room quickly, making sure that Sans hadn’t heard. When no cheerful chiding came into the kitchen, Papyrus turned to Frisk and whispered, “I will owe you a whole plate of spaghetti if you don’t tell my brother I laughed at that.” Frisk considered the offer, then whispered back, “Laughed at what?”
“I’m glad we understand each other.”
Gravity:
Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Papyrus had some of the same abilities that Sans had. To be fair, Papyrus didn’t use his abilities to quite the same devastating effect. Where Sans shifted the pull of gravity left, right, backwards, forwards, up and down, Papyrus just made things heavy, slow, sluggish.
“You’re cheating.”
“The Great Papyrus never cheats!”
“You’re cheating.”
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to get Miss Toriel and have her give you a talking to about lies!”
“And if you don’t stop cheating, I’m going to get Sans.”
“I’m not cheating!”
“Papyrus, it’s tag. You can’t use your gravity powers when we’re playing tag!”
Reward:
Sans stood before the child, ketchup leaking out of shattered bones and staining his hoodie, and thought of Papyrus, and wondered if this was his reward.
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Sans sat next to Toriel, watching Papyrus get utterly creamed by Frisk and Alphys at Smash Bro while Undyne cheered like she was watching a wrestling match, and wondered if this was his reward.