Us. {papyton}

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Lmao your favorite shitposter is back this time with ooc moments and fluff!

"Papy?" Mettaton asked softly from his place on the bed.

Papyrus looked up, wearing his reading glasses and examining a slip of paper. "Yes?"

They were seated in their bedroom, enjoying a quiet evening together; date night didn't always have to be glamorous, sometimes sitting together and eating spaghetti was enough for them.

"Can we get a cat?" He smiled. "I've always wanted one but I'm afraid I might accidentally kill it. Will you help me take care of it, if we do happen to get one?"

Papyrus leaned back in his chair and considered it. "What kind of cat?"

"Oh I dunno, something fluffy. And nice, but not too clingy," Mettaton answered. "Ooo, maybe a kitten?"

Papyrus chuckled. "A kitten sounds great! Maybe we could head down to the shelter tomorrow, after visiting Sans."

"Right, Right....What are you reading anyway?" Mettaton leaned over curiously to see the letter in his boyfriends hand.

"Ah! It's an application, for this company I'd like to work for someday. I'm considering if I should go through with it or not!"

Mettaton flopped back on the bed. "What kind of company? A business company, or something in finance?" Even as he said them, he already knew it was neither of those.

Papyrus stood up, stretching as he did so. "It's a secret," He winked. "And The Great Papyrus always keeps his secrets. You'll find out when I get the job." He leaned over and pecked Mettatons cheek, who stuck out his tongue in protest.

"Boo. You're no fun." But he smiled pleasantly. "About tomorrow, I was thinking we could-" He was cut off by a soft knock, barely audible, but immensely familiar to Mettatons ears.

"Blooky! What's Blooky doing here?" He stood up and walked into the living room. Papyrus followed curiously, still clutching the application.

"Blooky darling, what is it-?" He opened up the door to a trembling Napstablook. "It's awfully late to be out.."

"Y-Yeah I know, but it's urgent! Mad was at my house a few hours ago."

Mettaton paled. "Mad? What'd he want?"

"He was spouting lies about you! Telling me you attacked him, and.." Blooky paused. "They were lies, right Metta? I didn't believe him when he said all this bad stuff, but oh dear...."

"Yes Blooky, jeez! They were lies, but I can't fathom why he would do such a thing." Mettaton hesitated, turning around to glance at a politely curious Papyrus, then at the check still lying on their coffee table. "Could it have something to do with...?"

He turned around again. "Blook. You got inheritance too, right? From Aunt Bitchface?"

Napstablook cracked a weak smile at their old nickname for her. "Yes I did, I put it in my bank account. I was terrified it'd get stolen."

"Hm, you know we probably should do that too, right Papyrus?" Mettaton looked at him, but Papyrus was distracted by something out the window. "Yes, bank account...Oh geez!" He yelped, running to the window.

"What is it?" Mettaton frowned, following him quickly to peer outside.

"This woman outside is getting mugged! Mettaton what do we do?!"

He whipped back the curtain, to fully see outside. Sure enough, a young woman was being backed into a corner under the streetlight by a man with a knife.

"Uh, crap! Papyrus grab the pepper spray out of the kitchen drawer, the one next to the fridge! I'll get a knife!" They scurried for their defense. Mettatons fighting instincts kicked in, and he jumped to action.

Napstablook whimpered a little. "Can I just stay here until they leave? I'm too scared..."

Mettaton nodded, wielding the knife like a sword, while Papyrus brandished the spray. "Lock the door, just in case.

Together they journeyed out the apartment, and down the stairs, unsure of what exactly they'd be facing.