Hey Papyrus!

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Blueberry POV


"PAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS!"  I yell upon entering through the portal, quickly closing it behind me. Papyrus walks down, "Oh hey San-.... Why is there three of you now?" He asks with a sigh. "This, as you know is my boyfriend Error. Destroyer of Alternate Universes." I say, motioning to him. "Yo." He says with a wave. I then look to my other side, motioning to Ink. "And this is Ink, Error's brother, creator of Alternate Universes." I say. Ink waves "Hello!" He says. I pause, striking a pose of confidence. "And I, the Magnificent Sans, have been upgraded to the Protector of Alternate Universes!" I say happily. 

Papyrus blinks a few times. "So... Your telling me... That you became a god?" He asks. I nod happily. "Yup! Wanna see these cool weapons I got?!" I ask, throwing my needles into the air before catching them, they start to glow blue and orange. I swing them around a little bit, before putting them back on my back. "Pretty cool huh?!" I saw, looking up at him gleefully. Papyrus just lights another cigar, not really responding. He blows out an air of smoke before responding. "Pretty cool, makes sense since you're such a cool dude." Papyrus states. "Thank you Papy!" I say with a smile.

"So, Ink and Error are having brother trouble! So I brought them here to show them what the best brothers in the multiverse act like!" I say, talking with my hands a lot. It was a lot more exhausting to move with such energy than I remember, me being able to stop this persona around Error and his family. I mostly just do it for Papyrus. 

He nods, "Okay, make some of your tacos will you? It's been a while since I've had one." Papyrus says. I feel my entire face light up, "REALLY?! Wowie! You missed my cooking!" I say, hugging Papyrus's leg. I can feel the "Why is he acting like that?" faces on Ink and Error's faces. "Okay! Gimme oneeeee second!" I say, running into the kitchen. I hear footsteps follow me in as I collapse in a chair, it was surprisingly tiring to use that much energy. I also honestly did not want to make tacos. I could probably just snap some up, no one would notice right?

So that's what I did. I left the kitchen with all of them on a plate and-


Everyone was fighting.

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