Undertale : Secrets (REMASTERED)

Ruined the mood. (13)

Sans was happy that he was dragged away from the machine. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but he was happy. He spent more time with his brother this way, he took a much needed break.

"We can put the model race car right here, in the middle!" Papyrus eagerly pointed at the middle of the living room, right infront of the TV

"mhm...but what if we want to watch the TV?" Sans pointed out the obvious flaw. Papyrus's excitement faded for a brief moment before he scanned the room, in search of a better spot to place the race car.

The majority of the day was spent like this, humouring Papyrus's excessive planning, planning that would not have took so long for anyone other than Papyrus. Furthermore, the amount of decorations they were putting up was far more than excessive.

"papyrus, please." Sans looked up at his brother, who was measuring their humongous sink. "we don't need to make a battle body for the sink." Sans's hands fell out of his pockets to signify his desperation. Mainly because it was Sans's bank account on the line.

Papyrus glided off the counter, huffing. "Fine, we will settle with an uncool sink." Sans could tell that it was mock annoyance.

"As for the pet rock.."

***

Frisk was walking home when they remembered the text from Papyrus. They quickly opened the message up to see what he had wrote.

'GREETINGS ALL! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL BE HOSTING A FABULOUS PARTY AT MINE AND MY BROTHERS HOUSE TO CELEBRATE THE FACT THAT I CAN LEGALLY DRIVE MY CAR! TOMMOROW, AT TEN AM, I IMPLORE YOU ALL TO COME!!'

Legally drive it? Weird wording.

Frisk had a bright smile on their face after reading the text. They hadn't seen everyone have a get together for a while. It would be nice to see everyone all in one place. They could take a break from their mission at hand and just have some fun, like old times.

Frisk got home and found Toriel in her signature chair, legs crossed, reading a book. They smiled at the all too familiar sighting. The parallel between the two. Frisk thought they heard a sigh from somewhere, but they couldn't find the source.

Frisk walked over towards Toriel and read the title of the book. It read 72 Uses For Snails.

Seriously?

Toriel noticed the unamused expression from their child. She laughed.
"You're wondering why I'm reading this book once again, are you not?" Toriel lowered her glasses slightly. She got a nod as an answer. Frisk also sat down on the chair that was beside her.
"Well, this book is just calming for me. It makes me feel happy. For some reason." Toriel narrowed her eyes for a moment. "I really don't know why."

There was a pause.

"Besides, I can never remember all 72 facts. It's like re-learning the facts all over again sometimes, even though I know I've already read them."

Toriel put her glasses back up and started getting absorbed in the book once more. Frisk then went up to their room. They were surprised when they found themselves with company.

"Hehe, wondering why I'm back?" Flowey smiled creepily, staring at Frisk, who wore a confused expression. They closed the door and threw themselves onto their bed, akin to last time. They didn't expect to have a conversation with the flower. After all, they actually never have had a proper conversation with him. Most of their encounters featured his own demonic ramblings.

Or warnings...

...

"Well, I came to make sure you knew of that party Papyrus is hosting!" Flowey giggled like a maniac. "Sure seems like fun!" Flowey waited for some sort of response. Frisk laid still, staring at the white ceiling. Flowey frowned at this.