// let's see if this actually posts lmao HEY !!! my timing for getting this blog back up was very bad cuz i have family visiting and didn’t know they were coming until they were literally on the way here!! on top of that my internet is so bad right now that i can see i have IMs but can't actually view them..?? so i'll have to wait till they actually load in, sorry about that! i’m not ignoring you i promise </3
PSSPSSPSPS—— WHAT YEAR IS IT?? WHO CARES!! If you could like or reblog if you’re down to “ HANG OUT ” with the coolest skeleton in Snowdin, that’d be super... cool! (get it?) previously PUZZLCR, new url but same old skell!
[wakes up from a coma after 3 years of dead silence]
what if i ... 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 again
He doesn’t answer for some time, continuing to pout and gaze out the glass pane. The sun had hidden itself and saved its light for another day for when the clouds would fade, sparing the two any of the harsh rays or unnecessary squinting just to save their sight ( which only made him wonder if skeletons needed to do so anyway, considering their lack of… well… anything ). Though he doesn’t admit it, he too admires the sky and the rain and the fresh air and every little thing the surface had to offer; everything that was once denied from the mountain dwellers. But admitting anything would be a sort of betrayal in the flower’s mind, breaking a sort of unsaid vow of over-snubbing and acting stoic. Not that he tried to act that cool.
The thought-train distraction didn’t last very long, coming back to reality with a slight shake of the head, and again noticing that Papyrus was still there.
And he sighs, leafs drooping and head finally turning to give him an expression that could only be described as “tired”.
❝ But, NO puzzles, or puns, or ‘japes’, alright ?
With that, he establishes the ‘rules’ and heaves a heavy sigh ( of relief or exasperation would be something to argue on another day ) only to look back outside and see if there were anything of value. Playing ‘I Spy’ with Frisk was enough to drive him crazy when the only thing to really spy were the countless houses that surrounded their own, of which he’s sure are bustling full of life with a family as rambunctious as theirs. For once, he takes to playing it again by himself, something coming to mind after being reminded by Papyrus. For whatever reason, he thought of the skeleton, and said:
❝ Wouldn’t you want to go outside and feel the sun instead ? Y’know, Alphys told me that the sun is a giant star. Up there, all alone, but warming up the surface all by itself. ❝ Sounds kinda lonely.
NO PUZZLES, NO puns, no japes. The edges of his smile curve upwards at the little yet so very specific list of the forbiddens, but he doesn’t object to them. While his puns are very clever unlike a certain other skeleton’s, and his puzzles are top notch, he has no plans to break said rules established by his flowery friend. There is a time and a place for puzzles and japes, and now was obviously not the time. And more likely than not, anywhere inside of the house was not the place, either. Too... flammable. Papyrus reaches to cover his smile, trying to muffle the chuckle that follows.
“ ——NYEH HEH HEH. WHATEVER YOU SAY, FLOWEY! ”
Elbows come to rest on the surface of the table, chin cradled in his hands as he once again takes to following Flowey’s gaze outside. It was no game of I spy, not for him—— Papyrus simply takes in the same familiar sights instead, pondering over them in a comfortable silence. He still feels a rush in his chest when he looks upon their neighbors, because it hits him every time that they actually have neighbors now. People, humans, monsters, all in the myriad of homes lining their street, and the street after it, and the one after that. It’s a little hard to fathom how big their world is now———— thinking about it leaves him breathless. All things considered, his tenancy to go from simply glancing across the street to pondering this world in its entirety is probably more trouble than it’s worth, but that isn't something he acknowledges. Not really.
He turns his head to look at Flowey when the spell of silence is broken, something like eyebrows raising with intrigue. He knew what the sun was, but he hadn’t known it was a star——— And what a star it was, then, if he could see it in the daytime! ...But he has a point. That does sound like quite the lonely job, floating up there alone. “ WOWIE... ”
“ —WELL, SURE I WOULD!
...WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO TAKE YOU OUT THERE, FLOWEY? ”
It’s nice outside, he’s sure. Not too hot, not too cool, and the fresh air is sure to do them good.
“ IF THE SUN IS LONELY, THEN PERHAPS WE CAN KEEP IT COMPANY FOR A WHILE! ”
OOC. inbox is empty, last reply (that i have access to) is in the queue, my dash is an angsty hell, i’m content. today was a good day !! i’ll hop back on here tomorrow and maybe even try to be a lil active on my sans, but for now it’s pretty late so i’m gonna hit the sack. thanks for the asks !
` would you ever leave me? `
Now that’s a question he has a definite answer to. So long as they need him, he will be there——— That's all there is to it.
' could you ever forgive me? '
Papyrus wishes he didn’t feel the need to ask such a question. —————Does he truly think that he’d resent him?
* " .... " he knows the answer, but he asks anyways. * " do you hate me, paps? " i'm sorry for all the trouble i put you through.
There’s a lot more he wants to say than just a simple ‘no’ (so much more), but it’s all he can give right now——— Except a mandatory hug, of course! Nobody said he couldn’t hug, did they?
“ NO, NO. ”
* you know you do a good job, right?
“ …
puzzlcr started following you
Mettaton was going to a VIP dinner for a new contract, but who to bring? The star sighed, so many people on the surface now, it was tough to choose. Well, instead of another celebrity, why not find someone that was a close companion. Oh! One of the skeleton brothers maybe? They were always polite (Sans was sometimes) and were quite friendly.
He hummed and dialed the number waiting for it to be picked up as he painted his nails casually.
“Hello?” He asked when it picked up a grin coming across his face as he waited for the monster to respond.
ANYONE WHO KNOWS Papyrus certainly knows just how fast he was able to pick up a phone. True to Undyne's word, he always picks up within the first two rings and not a moment after— Early hours of the morning to the ungodly hours of the night, this skeleton isn't going to keep anybody waiting. And so he hurries to answer, plucking his phone from who knows where in a swift motion that’s easy to miss if one blinks at a poor time.
"HELLO! YOU'VE REACHED—" But wait! It isn't Undyne on the phone, not this time. He's quick to recognize the voice on the other end (he knows that voice anywhere), but it takes him a moment to steel himself when the realization finally hits. Mettaton was calling him? Wowie! "...METTATON?? NO, WAIT," He hastily corrects himself with a swift shake of the head. "YOU'VE REACHED PAPYRUS!! ——WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?"
children will always be afraid of the dark, & men with minds sensitive to hereditary IMPULSE will always tremble at the thought of the hidden & fathomless worlds of strange life which may PULSATE in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press HIDEOUSLY upon our own globe in UNHOLY dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse. / priv. w.d. gaster of undertale, as interpreted by vehk .
An alliance was formed.
“ how is that not hilarious? ”
HIS FOOT TAPS lightly against the ground as a silent response to her question, arms crossing over the front of his battle body in manner simply oozing with lighthearted irritation. That right there is PRECISELY the problem! It was hilarious, though just a little—— Equally as bad, for sure, but Papyrus was struggling to keep the edges of his smile from curving upwards even WITH the unrelenting urge to cringe on his side.
Should they see him smile, he’ll surely never hear the end of it. He must be strong, for the sake of Future-Papyrus’s sanity! But what to say now?
He exclaims, blatantly avoiding the question altogether.
“ HONESTLY, YOU’RE JUST AS BAD AS MY BROTHER! ”
Thank the heavens above that Sans isn’t present, for he’s sure their reign of pun-induced terror would never end! It was almost impressive just how many they could dish out in each other’s company, but in a… horrifying sort of way. As far as they should be concerned, he has no patience for their antics.
' You're not going to kill me? '
THERE’S A PAUSE. The uneasy hush following their question should only last a moment, but instead drags on and on, seconds passing them by and piling up faster than Papyrus would like. He swears he can hear a clock ticking somewhere, ringing in his skull, prompting him to speak, to hurry up with it——— His grin slips. Tension bleeds from his shoulders as silence settles over the two of them like a sheet, and it bothers him. It’s too quiet. ———Too still.
It’s a preposterous notion, he thinks. The thought of it alone makes his soul tremble and flutter, the sensation accompanied by a harsh twisting of a gut he doesn’t really have. That isn’t what he wants, it would never be something that he wants. It isn’t something he wants them to even THINK of asking. And yet——— They'd felt the need to, anyway.
He breathes out.
