Underswap|When She Cries [BOOK 4]

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After a few minutes of awkwardly sitting on their soft, comfy couch watching television that doesn't really show much of entertainment, Papyrus left the kitchen with two plates of spaghetti. The aroma immediately invaded your personal space, making your stomach complain ever so annoyingly. It roared as loudly as it could, audible for everyone to hear it.

"i'm guessing that i took so long inside the kitchen, huh?" He joked, placing the plate of your lap and holding onto the other one, "Not really. It's just my stomach acting like a complete goof." You joked and as if it has a mind of its own, your stomach growled once more, "Well!" You scoffed, adding a letter 'h' in the word, Papyrus cackled an adorable laughter, you following after a couple of seconds, "jerk?" He asked after he recovered, you nodded amusedly and said, "Jerk." Hey, maybe Jerk would be your Always.

After a few talking later, you decided to finally take a bite out of the mad spaghetti he was talking about. As the spaghetti left the fork and rested on your tongue, your taste buds suddenly exploded by the flavor. Your eyes immediately widened as you moaned st such amazing taste, startling the skeleton beside you, "whoa, you okay?" You immediately swallowed the spaghetti and faced the skeleton, "THIS ISN'T MAD SPAGHETTI," you squealed, earning a furrowed eyebrow from the skeleton, "THIS IS AN AMAZING SPAGHETTI!" you cheered, taking in the whole spaghetti in your mouth and shoving the empty plate to him, taking his and eating it without hesitation.

It feels like you hadn't eaten for days and his weird yet amused look at you didn't even faze you from eating like an absolute pig. It just tasted so good that you didn't want to care about what's around you anymore. This spaghetti had immediately taken you away from reality and into the world of its own. And it was the kind of world you never want to leave. Exploding with different flavors of tomato sauce and everything.

You hadn't even realized that Papyrus got up to get himself a new plate of spaghetti. You finished eating his former meal and placed the plate on the miniature table, looking at him through the process as he devour the spaghetti. Afraid you might tackle his once more.

"Dude, relax." You snicked, him sending a glare at you and snorting afterwards, "says the human who looks like a vacuum cleaner earlier." He joked, making you insecure, "Do I really look that disgusting?" You mumbled to yourself but apparently, you weren't good at mumbling, "wh-what? n-no! i-i didn't mean it like t-that. i-i—fuck." He placed his plate on the table and faced you, "uhm, i—"

Before he could even start, you were up to your feet heading outside, he sighed as he heard the door close. Cursing himself for being stupid and selfish. Surely, if Sans were here he would unwillingly make things light between you two. He's adorable like that. He almost cursed himself for being too stupid, then he would remember Sans scolding him yo think before he speak. Not that would've been embarrassing seen in front of you.

But then again, what's matters now is that you were mad. And it was his fault.