I pick up a handful of snow and hide behind a small snow wall, I then poke up and throw it. It hits! I laugh victoriously. But then, BAM! A snowball hits me right in the face! I see my brother next to me grabbing a ball of snow and throwing it.
"TAKE THAT! HUMAN!" He says.
Then Frisk throws a snowball in response.
"HEY!"
While that happens, I had enough time to make a few more snowballs. I then throw them rapidly at Frisk.
"Hey kiddo, you just got chilled to the BONE!" I say.
Frisk simply laughs and throws a snowball back.
Papyrus then throws a snowball at Frisk and they start chasing him. Papyrus stops and pants. "Maybe we should head in, it's getting dark, and I could make spaghetti!" Papyrus suggests.
"Sounds good to me, wha'dya think, kiddo?" I ask Frisk.
"Sure." Frisk says.
Me, Papyrus, and Frisk walk inside and Papyrus makes spaghetti.
We all grab bowls and forks and sit down.
Frisk takes a bite. They then get wide eyed and take another bite. "It's good." Frisk compliments.
I grasp the fork and take a bite... Man... This is actually pretty good, well... Definitely compared to the usual taste...
"SO...?" Papyrus asks.
"It's pretty good, bro." I answer. And I'm being honest. It IS decent.
I then begin to take another bite, and another, as I see Frisk and Papyrus eating theirs.
• • •
We all finish and I get up... Man, I am full. I then slowly walk to my room.
"Hey Sans?" Papyrus says.
"What bro?" I reply.
"Are you ok?" He asks.
"I have a bit of a headache... But, yeah mostly." I explain.
"You should lie down." Papyrus suggests concernedly.
"Alright," I answer. I walk to my room and plop down on the bed. I close my eyes, and fall asleep.
• • •
I look around... Where am I? I stand up, I have a pounding headache. I walk around, and I feel something in my coat pocket. I reach in and pull out, a flashlight? Well... It is pretty pitch black. I turn it on and shine it around. As I turn, I see I'm inside of a house. I only see one way to go, down a hall... So I walk down it for a bit.
I see paintings of this man and his kids (I think...) hung up in the hall. I hear what sounds like a machine of some sort... I follow the noise till i reach the end of the hall. I shine the light around, and I'm greeted by a yellow, tattered. mechanical looking plush.
It shields its eyes. "Hey! Watch where your pointin' that thing!' It says rudely.
"Geez... Sorry." I reply, 'Who are you anyways?" I ask the shifty looking plush.
"The name's Plushtrap." It answers. "And I'm here to, play a little "game", with you." It explains.
"What is it? And why do I have to play?" I ask the plush.
"You'll see..." It says shiftily. "And of you don't... YOU DIE." Plushtrap says demonically.
I summon a Gaster Blaster above me and my eye begins to glow. "I WILL NOT." I reply.
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Plushtrap's Adventures
Short StoryThis story follows Plushtrap's 3 victims... Sans, Ash, and Cole Goodrich himself... More chapters coming soon! THE ART USED IN THE COVER IS NOT MINE. I am unsure of whom the artists are. If you are the artist, simply ask and I will take down the c...