Undertale: Reason to Live

Chapter 7

Frisk walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Papyrus set down in front of him a glass of water and a plate of spaghetti and meat sauce that smelled…indescribable. Frisk bent his face down close enough to smell it as was his habit with food he found questionable and immediately gagged.

"Frisk, that is not how you eat artisan spaghetti," Papyrus said pulling back his shoulders until he was resting against the back of the chair. "You eat it with utensils. Wow. You've been out on those streets for far too long. You've forgotten how to eat nice food. Not to worry. I'll find you a napkin and utensils and tell you what to do."

Papyrus turned away, and Frisk looked around desperately for a trashcan to dump his spaghetti in. He spotted a trash can in the corner. Unfortunately, he was too late. Papyrus walked over with a napkin and knife and fork.

"The napkin goes in your lap, like so," Papyrus said putting the napkin in Frisk's lap and then putting the fork and knife in his hands and cutting the food, "Then, you cut up the spaghetti like this, so you can eat it in bite-sized pieces. Now, you try."

Papyrus let go of his hands, and Frisk cut up the spaghetti like Papyrus showed him though he really didn't need the help. He did it slowly to avoid the painful and inevitable for as long as possible.

"Good job, Frisk," Papyrus said. "Now, eat as much as you want. We're celebrating!"

"What are we celebrating?" Frisk asked in confusion.

"What? You mean you didn't notice? Your HP has gone up. You're one step closer to being all better."

Papyrus waved his hand and made Frisk's soul and HP appear. Frisk looked at it and realized that his HP had indeed gone up by one point.

"But how?" Frisk asked himself out loud.

"I gave you a reason to have hope," Papyrus said proudly. "That's how. Nyeh heh heh! It's because of my friendship and older brothering. I gave you love and support so now you're just a little bit happier than you were before. You're one step closer to loving life again."

Frisk said, "Thank you. I have always wanted an older brother."

"And I've always wanted a little brother who appreciates me and doesn't make fun of me every ten seconds like my OTHER brother does. Looks like we both win."

Frisk smiled genuinely for the first time in recent memory.

"Now, eat your lunch," Papyrus said pushing the food closer to Frisk. "I just know it'll make your stats go up even more."

"Suddenly, I'm not really hungry," Frisk said pushing the food away. "I don't think I'm feeling well."

"You can't fool me, Frisk," Papyrus said pushing the food back towards him. "I've been reading about depression. I know a loss of appetite is a symptom. That's why I must insist that you eat. It'll make you feel better."

"I'm going to lie down," Frisk said pushing the food away again.

"Come on. Just eat it already. Just one bite. Please."

"I can't."

"Eat."

"No."

"Eat!"

"No!"

"EAT!"

"NO!"

"Leave him alone, Papyrus," a voice just outside the kitchen said.

They both turned around to see Sans.

"Where have you been?!" Papyrus asked crossing his arms in annoyance.