Secrets Are Ba(n)d

Chapter 3: 'Friend'ly Advice

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

Though, unfortunately, even The Great Papyrus needs a break after thinking for so long.

The headache pounding in his skull making it too hard to think, he eventually 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 on the underweb, it must be true!

Collecting his things and hobbling to his room, he decided on the nearest clean sweater to go out in. His battle body could be a hassle on a good day, and his arm was still too sensitive to even lift things.

'Though it's much less fabulous, I suppose it'll have to do,'  He reasoned to himself, coddling his arm as he carefully changed to something more his taste.

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 leaves to continue his path, but nothing he couldn't tough through. Even with a sore socket, his arm still worked, and Papyrus wasn't one to let a little pain get in the way of his goals anyways!

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, he 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, mostly for effect.

"Howdy!"

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

"Gee, sorry to scare you buddy," the high pitched voice hid its giggles terribly, but Papyrus was happy to hear a friendly voice. Even out of the blue, and at the expense of his embarrassment.

"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 plant monster 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 was unfamiliar in a way that made him feel bad, he never wanted to make anyone worry about him.

"It's incredibly kind of you to care friend, but I'm quite alright! I'm just getting some fresh air," he excused, waving his good arm as he explained. 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 always read Papyrus like a children's book, 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 lungs. The Flower always seemed to have an effect 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 plastered smile he always managed to have such strong emotion showing.

"I'm.. writing a song."

690 words
("I'll keep them ~1000 words" I'm such a liar!! I apologize for the short chapters, just know there's still much more to come. Nevertheless, happy reading folks!)