Undertale|Good To Be Alive[BOOK 1]

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You thought the cell Papyrus was talking about was terrifying. You thought that maybe behind his cinnamon roll façade something frightening lies underneath. Then again, your thoughts had failed for the Great Papyrus is nothing but a sweet, cute cinnamon roll.

You were sitting on a soft couch-like surface made entirely of blankets, a doggie bowl lays across from you filled with rock, cold spaghetti with a note placed beside it. Accompanied by a broken TV just across the food bowl. And yes. You were held in prison inside the two skele-bro's warehouse. You couldn't help but smile the moment you set your eyes on the cold spaghetti. You took the note and read it carefully. It says;

HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR CELL! IT MAY NOT LOOK LIKE IT, BUT IT IS! I HAVE LEFT YOU SPAGHETTI FOR YOU TO EAT! SINCE YOU HAVE BEEN OUT COLD THE MOMENT I GOT THERE. I HOPE THE TV WOULD BRING ENTERTAINMENT IN YOU! — PAPYRUS. PS; NYE HE HE HE HE HE!

You smiled at the note and shoved it inside the bag Toriel gave you. Bearing in mind that the two skeletons meant no harm. You stare at the so called gate thingy that was too wide to stop anyone and thought; what if I purposely escape? You had thought with a small smile and soon left the warehouse. As you were outside, you saw such marvelous scenery. Houses surrounds the frosty place. Monsters, wearing nothing but coats and gloves to prevent themselves from getting cold was sprawled all around. A huge Christmas Tree stood high and tall at the center of the tiny village.

Then, from afar, you saw a billboard saying; WELCOME TO SNOWDIN. You smiled at the thought of a tiny, frosty village and saw a short skeleton that looked all too familiar to you enter a certain building. You looked closer and figured that it was a restaurant. Maybe? It says; Grillby’s on top of the door. You thought whether you should follow him or not. But being the curious human you are? You decided to anyway.

As you entered the comfort, the warmth of the place. You suddenly felt uneasy as all eyes darted to you. Whispers, murmurs that weren't meant for you to hear was heard.

Is that a human?

What is a human doing here?

A human?! Where?

That human is pretty.

Should we capture them?

Woof! Woof!

You fidget in your place and soon, you e/c orbs met intact with an empty eye socket. The skeleton was staring immensely at you. As if he was trying to read your every movement. But the moment you continued to fidget he figured maybe you mean no harm too.

"hey, now. don't you think it's rude to just stand there and do nothing? throw them a bone, kid." Your gaze shot back at the shorter skeleton then fidget once again as you stare at the monster's eyes.

"U-Uhm, o-of course. I-I—My name i-is Y-Y/N a-and, uhm, I—" Sans stood up and it seems you haven't noticed yet. As you continue to stutter on your words, not really realizing that he was an inch close to you, he held your shoulders in his bony hand and you flinch and yelp in surprise, "kid. breathe. they ain't here to hurt ya." He reassured you and you couldn't help but believe his words despite knowing that he wasn't known as a serious person.

"come on, lemme treat you some of Grillbz specials." He told you with the same smug-ish grin as he led you to the counter where a monster made of nothing but fire but can still wear a bartender uniform stood. Cleaning some glass as he wears eyeglasses. You thought of a reason why the monster would nee a sunglasses if he doesn't have any eyes. Or does he?

"kid?" Sans called, snapping you out of your trance, "Y-Yeah?" You stammered, "i said what do you want?" You glance down at the tiny menu. A burger . . . or a fries? And under those was y/f/f(your favorite food). You quickly pointed over it and flashed the skeleton a grin, "This, please." You beamed and he couldn't help but get taken aback by what you just did. He closed his left eye and said, "you heard the girl, Grill. one y/f/f and a bottle of ketchup. on my tab."

And you watched as the fire man took off. Then suddenly you realized, a bottle of ketchup? You turn to the skeleton and said, "I don't think y/f/f goes well with ketchup." (Just . . . uh, think of some food that doesn't go well with ketchup, okay? - F.) The shorter skeleton turned to you then flashed yet another smug grin, "it ain't for you, kid." He said and the fire man came with your orders. He placed y/f/f in front of you and slides the bottle of ketchup towards Sans which he took and drank it quickly.

You stared in awe as the skeleton drunk the entire bottle of ketchup, "so, kid." He started and placed the bottle down, "instead of looking at me like i'm god or somethin’, mind tellin’ why you left your . . . prison?" You smiled at how exaggerated he said the word prison and just shrugged, "I wanted to see how Papy would react." You told him truthfully. Which, yet again, took him aback, "papy?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin, "Yeah, since—"

"that's a papy good nickname, y/n." He told you and you couldn't help but widen your eyes at the suddenness, but you laughed afterwards anyway.

"Don't think so papy on me, Sans. I could make one for you, too." You told him in a fit of laughter, "oh, yeah?" He grinned, "shoot, then." You stopped laughing and stared at the skeleton. Thinking of a better nickname that would suit the joker.

Then, an idea came into your mind. Your grin growing wide, you told him his nickname, "Sansy the Punsy." His reaction was priceless. It light up the moment you told him his nickname. He laughed at it, but you didn't mind.

Hearing his deep, alluring voice ring inside your ear fills you with . . . D E T E R M—

R E A L L Y ?