Us. {papyton}

Chapter 22

When Papyrus woke the next morning, he was met with a lovely sight. Mettaton was sprawled across the bed beside him, mouth open and drooling, with a severe case of bedhead. He snorted a little and turned on his side.

Papyrus smiled softly down at him, admiring the gorgeous sight of 11 am Mettaton. He took his time stretching and yawning, and finally got up, stopping to kiss Mettatons cheek.

He shuffled out into the kitchen, starting up the coffee pot. Sweet little birds chirped outside the window, the coffee pot softly whirred and Papyrus found himself drifting off, despite leaning on a counter.

He wasn't quite sure how long he was sleeping, but he woke up on the floor with a splitting pain on his head, and a bemused Mettaton watching him from behind a coffee cup. "Good morning. Comfortable?"

Papyrus stood up and rubbed his head. "Very. How long was I out?"

"Oh I don't know...I only woke up a few minutes ago." He chuckled.

Their early morning silence was interrupted by a very heavy knocking. It was so loud it practically shook the entire apartment.

"Okay, Okay I'm coming!" Mettaton called. He quickly pecked Papyrus's cheek and went off to answer the door While he busied himself with the coffee. Suddenly, there was a screech. Papyrus dropped his cup and ran to the door.

A tiny, cheery looking little girl was standing by the door. She was wearing an oversized postman cap, and holding a big box with a letter on top. "HOI! Tem here to give you package!" She chirped.

Mettaton picked up the letter and looked at it. "Oh my goodness!" The letter slipped from his fingers and landed on the ground.

"Tem give package!" Tem said a little more agressively.

Papyrus leaned down and picked up the letter Mettaton had dropped. It was adressed in violet, cursive handwriting to Mettaton Neoex. A smug looking stamp rested in the corner.

"Who sends snail mail anymore..?" Mettaton murmured.

There was a huge thunk; Tem had angrily dropped the package and sauntered off. While Mettaton slowly opened his letter, Papyrus took the opportunity to look at the package. "Hey my pot came in! Er, cooking pot I mean..."

Suddenly, Mettaton gasped. "It's from my cousin!" He looked up with wide eyes.

Papyrus scooped up the box and peered over at the letter. "Napstablook?"

"No, my other cousin, I have a lot actually. This one--everyone called him Mad--was kind of an asshole! I wonder why he's writing?" He ripped open the letter and began to read.

"Dearest cousin,

I regret to inform you, and regret to write you, of the oh so unfortunate passing of my mother, and your aunt, Yvette. She died last late night, as of 10/15/15, in her sleep. In accordance to her last will and testament, you, Mettaton Neoex, have been included in the distribution of her remaining wealth, Though I trouble to find why."

Mettaton chuckled. "Only my cousin can sound like an ass through a formal letter."

"I have not enclosed the money in this letter, for obvious security reasons, but with your consent the money will be transferred to your bank account in due time.

Your cousin, Madrien."

Papyrus's eyes widened. "Money?!" He looked at Mettatons equally shocked face. "How rich was your aunt?"

Mettaton shook his head in disbelief. "She didn't like me much, I guess she forgot to take me out of the will after I 'disgraced' myself. But, she was very rich!" A plan had already began to form in his head.

"Wowie! What are we gonna spend this money on? A trip to Peru? A pet cat? More money?" Papyrus was in awe. He didn't know how much they'd gotten yet, but he did know it'd be more than he'd ever had in his life

But Mettaton just grinned. He knew exactly what they were gonna get.