25/MAR/20XX
"...what i want?"
papyrus nodded.
"WHAT IS IT A NEARLY THIRTY SIX YEAR OLD WANTS ON HIS BIRTHDAY?"
"hmmm..."
he leans forward to listen intently.
"i want....."
"YEEES?"
"nothing."
"..WHAT."
"same answer every year, bro."
"A NEW AGE DOESN'T BRING ABOUT ANY NEW DESIRES? ANY ASPIRATIONS?"
"not any more than the previous ones."
"IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO 𝘋𝘖?"
"i-"
"...."
hopeful that i would give a serious response this time, papyrus gave me his full attention.
any joke answer i would have given melted from his genuine want to do something for me.
maybe it was that this year was rough, or maybe it was that i never ask for anything, and he wants that to change.
either way, i had to say something.
"i, uh."
"...just wanna hang out with everyone."
he perked up.
"ANY PARTICULAR ACTIVITIES?"
"dunno. goin' to the arcade?"
"AND?"
"uuuhh."
"we could all go to grillby's."
"ARCADE, THEN RESTAURANT. GOT IT."
"hey, that's not what i said."
"A RESTAURANT. THERE ARE PLENTY OF GOOD ONES AROUND."
"grillby's is good."
"WE CAN'T TO TO GRILLBY'S. YOU GO THERE ALL THE TIME! IT'S NOT SPECIAL AT ALL!!!"
"wasn't this supposed to be planning for 𝘮𝘺 birthday?"
". . ."
"SIGH."
folding his arms over his chest and crossing one leg, as he leans back in his chair.
"...FINE."
"WE CAN STOP IN."
"yeaahh. get you a chocolate milk while we're at it."
"IT WOULD HAVE TO BE, CONSIDERING THAT'S THE ONLY FOOD I'LL TOUCH IN THAT GREASY PLACE."
papyrus leans back too far and falls backwards. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬, as he hits the boards of the balcony floor.
his folding chair bounces back into the folded position and tumbles off the balcony edge.
papyrus slams his feet flat onto the floor. the rest of his body follows, springing to the upright position in no time.
he looks around confusedly. i point down, so he leans over the railing to spot his seat in the grass below.
"ONE MOMENT."
swinging a leg over the railing, he drops down to the ground to retrieve it. after hopping back onto the balcony, he holds the chair by one leg, shakes it a bit until it unfolds, and reseats himself like nothing happened.
"THERE. NOW WHERE WERE WE?"
"you were just monologuing about your love for grease."
"𝘓𝘖𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌, MAYBE."
"wow... can't believe you hate grillby......"
"WAIT- NO, NO. NOT GRILLBY HIMSELF. I LIKE GRILLBY!"
"THOUGH, I DO THINK HE COULD BE SERVING MORE... 𝘕𝘜𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘓 THINGS."
"what he serves now brings in plenty of business."
"WELL, I SUPPOSE THERE'S A MARKET FOR EVERYTHING."
"you think he'll give me a birthday discount?"
"IT'LL BE FREE FOR YOU, ANYWAY. I WOULDN'T MAKE YOU PAY FOR YOUR OWN GRILLBY'S ON YOUR BIRTHDAY."
"figured you would, considering how much you disapprove."
"OF COURSE NOT."
"WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? SOME KIND OF HELLION?"
"how many times did you burst through his door looking for me? makin' all sorts of racket?"
"THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE YOU WERE EVADING YOUR DUTIES."
"sitting around and doing nothing?"
"SITTING AROUND AND DOING NOTHING 𝘉𝘜𝘛 WATCHING FOR HUMANS."
"nah, just the first part."
"UNBELIEVABLE."
"you're enjoying doing it right now."
"THIS ISN'T DOING NOTHING!! IT'S..."
"..OKAY. MAYBE IT IS."
"nice, isn't it?"
"...."
(grumble of not wanting it admit that it is)
"wow. doing nothing's a lot more fun with someone else to not-do it with."
"EVERY ACTIVITY IS IMPROVED WHENEVER I'M INVOLVED!!!"
"EVEN THE ACTIVITY OF..."
"NOT ACTUALLY DOING AN ACTIVITY."
"my favorite one."
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24/MAR/20XX
i've been sitting in the same uncomfortable spot for about fifteen minutes.
it's uncomfortable because it keeps moving.
to get more comfy, i tried to adjust a pillow... but the spot complained immediately.
"You're gonna give away my hiding place!!"
a hand shot out of the gap in the blankets created from moving that pillow, snatching it back.
"shoulda picked a better spot, if you're that worried about me blowing your 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 operation, here."
"I was here first, boneman."
"my couch, my rules."
"There are other seats!"
"yeah."
"So?? Move???"
"nah."
"this is the most annoying place for me to sit."
"so, uh."
patting the now-irritated conveniently-shaped blanket pile.
"i'm not movin' an inch."
"BRo-"
"Actually."
"You might help me blend in."
"here, lemme help more."
i leaned all my weight backwards against the wrapped-up child. this was met with noises of complaint.
"MooOveee!!!"
"You're crushing me!"
"maybe 'help' was too much of a 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵 statement for what i was gonna do."
"Agh!!"
"Not like this!"
frisk kicked both of their socked feet out and against my back; knocking me forward off the couch. there was a loud 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 as i hit the floor.
decidedly, getting up is too much work, so i flip onto my back and just stay there.
that is, for about two minutes. the front door swings open and papyrus appears above me.
"SANS!"
"heya."
"WHY ARE YOU-"
"so pil𝘭𝘰𝘸 to the ground?"
"...ON THE FLOOR?"
"fell. didn't bother getting up."
"UGH!! GET UP! QUIT BEING A LAZYBONES, THE COUCH IS RIGHT THERE!!!"
"eh, too far."
my legs were still on the seat partially.
"IF YOU DON'T GET UP, I'LL MAKE YOU."
"is that supposed to be a 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥? 'cuz that's fine by me if you wanna help me with blan𝘬𝘦𝘵-ting up."
papyrus rolls his eyes and scoffs.
"FINE. BE ON THE FLOOR."
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR..."
he picks up the blanket frisk was under and drops it on my face.
"𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘛 RIGHT NOW."
"I HAVE A HUMAN TO FIND!"
"NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!!"
cackling at his own joke, papyrus spins out the door without noticing frisk at all, despite uncovering them himself.
"....heheheh."
now i'm the one cackling, looking at frisk's shocked face.
"that's quite the look."
"you've heard him say that word before, y'know."
"There's about three different things contributing to this."
"Mostly..."
"He didn't see me???"
"nope."
"....?????"
groaning, i finally sat upright. after getting onto my feet, dramatically draping the blanket back over frisk like a tablecloth is the first thing i did.
i tossed myself onto the couch seat beside them.
"gonna keep hiding?"
"Game's not over yet."
"well. if he comes back in here, your luck might not be as good the second time. if you really wanna win..."
"probably best if you find yourself a new spot."
this seemed to snap them out of their shock, as they set off with a determined constitution (and the blanket, still) within seconds.
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