Papyrus

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It was Friday. Past midnight. Your boss kept you past your shift for 'personal business'. You were getting close to Grillby's and decided to zip up your jacket farther so your breasts didn't fall out. Your boss ripped your shirt while you were struggling. When you went in, the same two people were there. You've been coming here for a week, and have seen nobody inside here besides the bartender, who you learned was Grillby, and the skeleton.
You go up to the bar and tell Grillby "Usual please" as you sit down next to the skeleton. Grillby nods and goes back to get your order.
You hear the skeleton next to you say 'hello'. You look at him and see that he wears red gloves that are the same red as his scarf. His head is resting on one hand while the other is holding a bottle of hardcore whiskey. You think well sh*t.
"Hi." You say.
"My name is *hiccup* Papyrus.. What's *hiccup* yours? *hiccup*"
"[Y/N]" (if your a boy go for the default name of Rosanne)
"That's a *hiccup* pretty name."
"Thank you."
Grillby comes back with your order and you ask him how many bottles of whiskey Papyrus had.
He tells you three. WELP!
"What's his address?" You say.
Grillby gives you a piece of paper with Papyrus's address on it. You recognize it as the house across the street from your apartment building.
You sigh and say "Who usually takes him home?"
'I usually have him home by eleven telling his brother that he got drunk while doing karaoke. It works. But I couldn't tonight because I'm behind on my dishes.'
You let out another sigh. "Don't worry. I'll take him home tonight for you."
'Really?'
"Yea."
So after you finished and paid, you took the bottle out of Papyrus's hand and swing his arm over your shoulder.
'Thank you miss.'
"No problem. And my name's [Y/N or Rosanne]."
You leave Grillby's and start walking Papyrus home. All the while he's signing 'Pop Goes the Weasel'.
When you finally get to his house he's finishing the last verse for what felt like the one-hundredth time. He was surprisingly lighter than you expected. You knock on the door and wait for a few minutes before it's opened.

(CLIFFHANGER! maybe...)

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