Secrets Are Ba(n)d

Chapter 2: (W)owie

The last thing he could remember was the cold, damp mud. all he could smell was dirt and filth as he lay sprawled on the ground where hed landed. He could only smell actually, the rest of his senses seemed to still be catching up.

The light felt too bright in his skull as he tried to move, a sudden pain hitting him like a racecar as his shoulder made a horrible popping sound. He calmed his quickened breathing and after some time he tried again, holding his shoulder in place with his other arm to hopefully keep it from moving any more than it had. finally looking around, he saw his familiar pirate flag staring back at him. as he leaned against the wall he turned a bit to see a note propped against his favourite action figure.

' hey bro, undyne brought you here with a dislocated shoulder so we fixed you up, try not to use your arm for awhile ok? I'm at Grilbs' if ya need anythin, there's spaghetti in the microwave

-love Sans '

The note had a stain on it, and squinting against the light, Papyrus realized it was a Grillby's napkin.

With a huff he shuffled so his legs were off the bed, avoiding the splitting headache he felt coming on the best he could. With some mumbled curses and groans, he slowly let go of his arm and used the table to pull himself to a standing position, his death grip leaving a mark in the wood. Once finally sturdy enough, he pulled up his sleeves, 'Did they have to change me?', To see the damage left by his tumble. He was surprised with how minimal it looked, having to squint to see the (new) scratches and grooves left on his arms. Carefully making his way to the bathroom, he grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and made a makeshift sling for himself. "Much better!" He chirped, admiring his excellent job. After tidying the leftover bandages and fabric, he took a look at the state of his home from the banister. Mud tracks got dragged into the house, and all the way up the stairs it seemed. With a sigh he went to get the cleaning supplies from his closet.

After a few minutes, (that felt like ages thanks to his incidental injury), he got the place to look as he had left it. With nothing else to do he reluctantly grabbed his phone to check his messages

6 messages from 'UNDYNE!!1'
7 missed calls
2 messages from 'BROTHER!!'

Propping his arm on a pillow as he sat on the couch, he slowly went through every message and voice-mail, holding the phone a bit away from his head to muffle the screaming from his semi-aquatic pal. After answering every text, which took far too long in his opinion, he finally sat back and relaxed. He wasn't a lazybones like his brother, but he had to admit the rest felt nice. Untill he started thinking of course.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL."

"HOW CAN YOU BE A GUARD IF YOU CANT EVEN CLIMB A ROCK"

"i thought i said to keep your battle body clean."

Before he got even farther into his skull he turned on the TV, the latest episode of Mettatons new show attempt started playing. It was popular amongst almost everyone of course, but papyrus was suddenly overjoyed that he could actually watch the show live today, usually being too busy with training or cleaning. The only thing stopping him from jumping up and down being his arm, he instead squealed while the intro commercials came to an end.

"Hello Darlings! And Welcome back to 'Hotland's Hot Talent'! Last episode we had some great performances, but remember! Auditions are open to any and all with something to share untill the weekend, so get off that couch and get your act together! I'll be waiting for you~."

By now Papyrus zoned out, he had an idea.

He could try that, right?

He'd need an act, lots of time, and the courage to actually do it, but that's only three things! After some time and halfassed planning, he'd decided.

"I,THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL BE THE BEST SINGER IN THE UNDERGROUND, AND IMPRESS METTATON!"

His voice echoed quietly in the space, slowly he was drowned out by a mediocre display of guitar by an unfamiliar monster.

"That's right, I'll need a band!" He spoke again to himself, going through all the possible candidates for band mates, he started on a list:

FRIENDS FOR MY BAND
Sans - too lazy
Flowey - doesn't like crowds
Me - perfect lead singer
Undyne -
...

"PERFECT."

3 frantic calls later he finally got an answer. "PAPS WHATS HAPPENING ARE YOU OK?" She said out of breath, this was about the time she went for her runs. "HELLO UNDYNE! EVERYTHING IS GOOD HERE, IF A LITTLE SORE, BUT I HAD A QUESTION!" Some seconds past before she replied. "If it's about being a guard Papyrus, you know I can't let you in yet, especially now that you have an injury! You'll just have to be patient punk." Her tone sounded almost annoyed, and her words premeditated. 'Had she been thinking of this?' Papyrus shook his skull, he always read too much into things.

"..I SEE" was all he could muster.
"You alright bud? no hard feelings, once you're better we can train until you're ready! With how hard you've been working, I'm sure it'll be in no time!" The pity laced in her voice only added to the lump in his throat as he tried to speak without a wavering voice. "YES, THAT SOUNDS GOOD! GOODBYE UNDYNE." he said quickly before hanging up. Dark tears threatened his sockets, he knew if he'd said anything more he'd surely break.

FRIENDS FOR MY BAND
Sans - too lazy
Flowey - doesn't like crowds
Me - perfect lead singer
////// -

Crossing off her name he wiped his face, he didn't know what to feel at the moment, so he decided to distract himself. Grabbing some spare paper and glitter glue he started on his song.

A/N
1043 words, woohoo! I'm trying to make longer chapters, but they'll all probably remain ~1000. See you all next chapter!