UnderSwap!Papyrus x Reader : Oneshot!

Operation Payback ~

HELLOOOOO trash here! Hehe No, but seriously I have an unhealthy obsession with Undertale right now... you know, the level where you have to see every single pic of fanart (to an extent of course lol), every fanfiction, and worship and pray to it every day?  Yeah that's me rn so... this oneshot is the result of me trying to calm myself down...  yeah, I'm definitely gonna regret this xD.  Just know that there's a tad bit of swearing but NO lemon -- just fluff in this -- so prepare your heart-- or SOUL  :-)))  And happy reading~!

DISCLAIMER : I don't (but I wish I did) own Undertale or any of its characters, nor the cover picture.  I however do have ownership of this story and its ideas!

-- Y/N 's POV --

     "Fuufufu." You quietly chuckled to yourself. Crouching behind a snowy bush, you peered out at the sentry post nearby. You smirked to yourself as you spotted Papyrus leaning in his seat behind the post, smoking a cigarette. If you were going to do it, the time was now.

     Ever since you fell into the Underground, you had a blast with your new friends. Sans was adorably hyper and optimistic, Undyne was shy but very kind, Alphys was... well, aside from intimidating she was a sweetheart at soul, and everyone else as well made you have a great time every day.

     However, there was a sliiiiight issue at hand. You were a girl who could hold a grudge on the smallest, stupidest things, and tended to be hungry for revenge until you finally got it. And that's what was happening right now. See, Papyrus was a great guy and you adored him. No, seriously... after the time you spent here, his coolness and cheesy puns grew on you, and you developed a small crush that only grew. Though you harbored these delicate feelings, that didn't stop you from wanting revenge.

     When you first met Papyrus, he had pulled a fast one on you. You could still very well recall the weariness and fear you felt as he loomed over you, inviting you to shake his hand. However, when you did, a loud farting sound came from the whoopie cushion in his hand... oh boy, did he get a laugh out of that one. Well, of course you laughed too, but you never forgot how he put you in such a foolish position. You deserved revenge, and you were sure as hell gonna get it.

     "Alright... mission is undergo," you said quietly to no one as you stood up and ever so casually walked over to the post. Papyrus opened one eye socket and grinned lazily at you. "Hiya Pap," you sang.

     "Hey kiddo," he responded, leaning forward slightly. "What's up?"

     "Oooooh nothing~! Just came over to say hello." Your grin only widened as Papyrus raised a brow (A/N : ??? Let's just assume he has a brow bone or somethin), obviously curious.

     "That's a little suspicious, y'know (Y/N)? I can't help but wonder if you have a bone to pick with me." You giggled at the ridiculous pun and rolled your eyes.

     "Well, sure something like that. I kinda just wanted to show you something, will you play along?" Papyrus's permanent smile stretched a bit and shifted in his seat, signaling for you to continue.

     "Alright alright, here's how it goes... all you gotta do is close your eyes and count to thirty. Then, open them again!" You tried your best to keep from laughing as he gave you a funny look.

     "That's it? I guess so, then." He threw his cigarette away and covered his eyes. You giggled when you heard him quietly counting to himself. However, there was absolutely NO time to waste. Digging in your pocket, you pulled out a piece of folded up paper and placed it on the counter in front of Papyrus, then turned and sprinted away in a mix of excitement, nervousness, and pure adrenaline.

-- Papyrus's POV --

     "Twenty-eight... Twenty-nine... Thirty. Alright (Y/N), what-" I stopped and looked around in confusion. She ran away...? I chuckled to myself. "My, my, what a very petty prank (Y/N)... you have to do better than that if you wanna best me." That's when I noticed a piece of paper laying in front of me. I leaned forward in my seat to pick it up. On the front fold, there were the words "To : Papyrus". I curiously unfolded the paper to discover it was a letter. The first thing that caught my eye socket, however, was a crudely drawn picture of a smiling jar of honey with hearts around it. "Cute." I laughed to myself and began to read :