Papyrus entered his room, not expecting someone to be there on his computer. Little do the other one know that he was an iconic smut writer.
The best of the best.
Dirtiest of all.
The sinniest of all.
"Uhhh... Hey. What're ya doing?"
(y/n), who was on the writer's computer jumped a bit, gasping as they turned around to see that Papyrus was there. Oh, no. You shivered in fear. Is this is it? Is this the end? Papyrus walked towards them and asked, "What are you doing there, Pal?" They continued to shiver in fear but gave a reply. "I-I was just checking on h-how you make your stories! I-I'm sorry if I entered your r-room with any permission! I'm really sorry!" (y/n) looked down, still shivering as small drops of tears fell down their cheeks and to their chin. The tall skeleton cupped the other's face and wiped away their tears. "Shh, don't cry, bud. It's okay." He gave a sweet smile. (y/n) looked up at the skeleton, smiling back. The tall skeleton patted (y/n)'s head gently.
But wait- Papyrus used his /bone/ magic, stabbing several bones to (y/n). (y/n) died while their corpse was still stuck on the magic bones. Papyrus let out a sigh and walked towards his computer, "No one shall know how I write all of these dirty shits."
Y'all got dunked on lmaooo
