Protect One Another - US!Papyrus x Reader

Chapter 22/24 -- You're Not too Tired to Dance, Right?

*slides in and drops this here* Note at the end. Song used above, it's very good, would recommend you give it a listen or watch.

Written: 6/6-7/2021

Edited: 6/7/2021

Words: 1850

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Y/n sprinted through Snowdin as fast as her tired legs would carry her, hoping and praying Papyrus didn't catch up to her.

As it turns out, he can be very competitive. Especially in snowball fights. And Y/n had not anticipated this.

Running through the snow, weaving through the crowd of monsters and children, she found her house in sight and ran to the door. Wrenching the door open she flew inside and shut it behind her, leaning against it as she caught her breath.

Her breathing returned to normal and she peeked out the window as she crouched on the floor, Papyrus's hoodie she was still wearing brushed the floor and was getting it wet from the snow.

Y/n put a hand to her mouth to stifle the snickers when she saw Papyrus run into view. He stopped and looked around, holding his hands at the back of his head, breathing heavily from the sprinting. His black t-shirt stuck to his ribs soaked from melted snow, and generally he stuck out in the crowd of well-dressed monsters with his saggy shirt and loose cargo shorts.

However, Papyrus caught sight of her snowcapped head in his house. He smirked and jogged around the back, making sure he made eye contact. Y/n had no idea where he was going, they didn't have a back door the last time she checked. She slowly got up and kept on high alert as she took off her boots and tried to brush off the snow that had been caked to her clothes.

The girl stretched up to get off the hoodie, her eyes covered by the faded orange fabric. Before she could get the hoodie off completely though, someone had kneed her in the back of her leg, sending her stumbling forward with a yelp.

Angrily, Y/n yanked off the hoodie and whipped around, fists at the ready, to see Papyrus standing there holding his side and covering his mouth with his hand, trying desperately not to burst out laughing.

"PAPYRUS WHAT THE HECK?!" she cried, throwing the hoodie at him as hard as she could. He only laughed and weakly caught it before it hit the ground. "You scared me! Why would you do that?? I thought you were better!"

"I couldn't r-resist," he managed, tossing the hoodie over the couch, and retreating quickly to the kitchen. "It was worth it thooooughh...!" he called from the kitchen doorway, clearly expecting Y/n to throw something else at him.

She rolled her eyes and stomped up the stairs. "I'm taking a shower! You better have something to make up for that though," she yelled back, to which he only laughed harder.

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About 15 minutes later, Y/n came out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a loose shirt, a towel flopped over her wet hair. She walked to her bedroom and brushed it, then walked quietly downstairs. Peeking over the railing, she saw Papyrus seemingly asleep on the couch. She smiled to herself and walked down the stairs and looked in the kitchen.

There was a plate of cookies on the counter. Delighted, she walked over and picked one up, examined it for rigging, and then ate it when deemed safe. She noticed something peeking out of the trashcan and so walked to it, another cookie in hand, and saw a package inside. A cookie box. Heh. Of course Papyrus bought these, she thought. E for effort I suppose; he did spend money on it.