Undertale Oneshots

☆ Poor Papyrus ☆

Warnings: Self-Loathing, Depression, Mentions of Violence, Sad Papyrus

Summary: After Papyrus puts away the groceries and defeats his sworn enemies.  Papyrus struggles with mental

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BAM! The door to the BESTEST house in the ENTIRE surface is slammed open. All the nonexistent dust and silence praise the TRIUMPHANT RETURN OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS as he gracefully waltzes to the kitchen. Tonight, the GREAT PAPYRUS would indulge his fans and give them all his SPECTACULAR show!

Laying out all his foes, THE GREAT PAPYRUS prepares for BATTLE! First to fall was the Fruit Gang and their heinous devilous schemes. The warrior then stacked their corpses in the metal cage of which they deserved as a display of his POWER. Next were the vegetables, which did get a one up on the Great Warrior, but Papyrus SWIFTLY DEFEATED them and sentenced them BANISHMENT to the darkest depths of the fridge. Finally, his arch nemesis, the NOODLES sprung out. The GREAT PAPYRUS had just the trick for these villians and kicked their asses all the way back to the CUPBOARD, which they crawled out of.

"ANOTHER TRIUMPHANT BATTLE WON BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" The skeleton happily shouted to the world. Another day was SAVED!

Another Day Saved!

indeed...

The house was quiet now, dead silent even. Without the sound of his own voice or the fake battles brought by imagination and simple cleaning, the house seemed lifeless.  Silence seemed to be the skeleton's only company in the surface house (which strangely was identical to his own in Snowdin).  Papyrus hated the silence. Silence only brings BAD THOUGHTS.  Bad Thoughts, which Papyrus did NOT want to think about. bad thoughts that questioned everything Papyrus believed in.

Bad thoughts like fuzzy memories of everyone being gathered to the same place by Papyrus. Bad thoughts like green vines painfully restraining him and his friends, making it near impossible to move. Bad thoughts like everyone being killed next to him one by one. Bad thoughts like being so inadequately stupid that for even a second, he believed that someone could change. Bad thoughts like thinking Undyne, THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD, could do anything to stop that someone from hurting them and that Papyrus and Sans was safe. Bad thoughts like Papyrus wishing he wasn't so morally driven so he could kill that damn weed where he stood and make it slow and painful.  Flowey begging him to stop while Papyrus laughs in his-

Papyrus jolted up at that last thought. NOPE! The skeleton was not about to go that rabbit hole today! This was worse than the nightmares. With one swift movement, Papyrus landed on the couch and flickered on the television.  Humans always had a nack for making new ways to entertain themselves.  Papyrus might as well indulge himself and not think.  The skeleton slid lower on the couch occupied but not fully distracted. 

Usually, by this time mark, sans would say a terrible uncreative pun, and Papyrus, like the hypocrite he is, would scold him for doing so.

The house was silent without him.  Papyrus took out his phone.  Maybe one call wouldn't hurt? Papyrus began to enter the number.  The phone rang.

*No One Answered

Right, sans was at the human lab doing human-monster science.  Papyrus fondly remembers the first day Sans decided to do science again.  There was a sparkle in his sockets.  Sans had hope again.  Perhaps it was for the best that the shorter skeleton didn't answer his call.  Papyrus wouldn't want to burden him with his frivolous troubles.

Papyrus moved his position on the couch, opting to get more comfortable.  The human show, The Office, began to play, and Papyrus was confused by the humans on screen.  Nearly everyone in that establishment is an asshole to put it light.  Papyrus wonders how they even stayed in busniess.  Television was a good distraction. 

A distraction that could only last so long. 

Papyrus began to subconsciously remove his glove and bite on the ends of his phalanges.  Maybe he should call Undyne? No, she couldn't help. She was working as a police officer now and probably needed all the rest she could get. God knows monsterkind needs someone like her at their 100% right now. 

The skeleton didn't feel like calling Alphys, and the human was out doing normal human stuff like school.  Toriel and Asgore were no better both mediating the wavering truce between monsters and humans.  Almost everyone was doing sometimes with their lives except for him. 

Poor Naive Stupid Papyrus.  All he is good for is being pitiful and making monster's lives interesting. However, now compared to the wonders of the surface, he was boring and simple. Boring, simple, stupid, and now useless, that is what made up Papyrus.  Subconscious the skeleton knew that despite of all the pep talks he told himself.  Now, he was watching the television like a Lazybones.  Papyrus really was a hypocrite.

Tears tripped down into his singular gloved hand.  When did he start crying?

Papyrus was such a crybaby. 

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Word Count: 840

AN: Papyrus angst just scratches that itch in my brian.  Sorry for this particular oneshot being short, I just wanted to try out these characters before I start any serious story.