Secrets Are Ba(n)d

Chapter 3: 'Friend'ly Advice

For about the first hour the words came easy, minus a few visits to the thesaurus, his pen seemingly writing everything for him.

Eventually, even The Great Papyrus needed a break. The headache pounding in his skull making it too hard to think, he decided to go for a walk through the forest. He read somewhere on the underweb that writers look for inspiration in nature, and if he read it, it must be true!
Getting his battle gear on was a hassle on a good day, so instead, he decided on a sweater.

"Though it's much less fabulous, I suppose it'll have to do"

Locking the door he shoved his keys and phone in his pockets,
Searching around before eventually finding a suitable pathway in the trees. The branches hung low, sometimes forcing him to shove through the spiky bush and leafes to continue his path. While a minor bother, the inconvenience quickly stopped as he walked into a snow covered clearing.

The Snow looked almost untouched, minus a few small trenches and holes. He'd find the culprit for the marks later, for now Papyrus decided this would be the perfect thinking spot!

Sitting on a mostly-dry tree stump, he pondered. 'The article didn't say what the writers did when they were in the nature..' he scratched his skull for affect.

"Howdy!"

The voice made his soul jump from his ribcage, and a girlish scream escape his skull

"Gee, sorry to scare you buddy" the high pitched voice hid it's giggles terribly, but Papyrus was happy to hear a friendly voice, even out of the blue. "Flowey! You scared the soul out of me friend, what are you doing out here?" He didn't know much about the flower, mostly that he liked to pop up with compliments or stories whenever papyrus was alone, but he assumed that a flower would hang out in warmer places.

"Just thought I'd check in on my pal! Heard you took a nasty fall, shouldn't you be resting?" Though he kept his set in stone smile, Papyrus heard a tint of worry in his voice. "It's incredibly kind of you to care friend, but I'm quite alright! I'm just getting some fresh air"

Even if he was mostly telling the truth, the tinge of guilt crawling up his spine still made him shiver.

"If you say so Paps" Flowey could read Papyrus like a children's book after so many timeliness and friendships, the shiver of guilt a dead give away that he wasn't getting the full story. He wasn't worried, of course, he just didn't like being lied to. At least, that's what he told himself.

"It's awful chilly out here, why come all this way?" He prodded slightly, stretching his stem so he could be eye-socket level. "I- uhm" Flowey was close enough that he'd probably be able to feel his breath if he had one. The Flower always seemed to have an affect on him, he could always get the truth out of the poor skeleton. He sighed, "can I tell you a secret?"

Anxiety pooled in his non existent stomach as the smiling flower stared expectantly at him, even with his practically permanent smile he always managed to have such strong emotion showing.

"I'm writing a song."

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A/N: short chapter but Im writing another after a quick nap so don't worry

Happy reading

-The Author