Syrusly?

Puns and Revelations

   Syrus walked in inarticulateness for the rest of the way to their destination. They traveled to this location daily. They didn't plan on it becoming a ritual, but that big wooden door and her beautiful voice just worked its way into his busy schedule. Although he tried his best to conceal it from the Papyrus part of him, it was clear from the way Syrus' skull would powder with a cobalt tint and his eyes would literally turn to stars when he was with the mysteriously secretive woman that Sans was in love.

   They leaned their vertebrae against the wooden door uncomfortably, but shifted so that their shoulder blade absorbed most of the pain. They sighed with relief and slouched down, to Papyrus' animosity, and there they waited for the woman to return.

   After quite the period of time spent waiting for her was concluded, Syrus prepared his best quips and puns and prepared to tell a few. Anything to hear her laugh. Sans could practically feel Papyrus trying to roll their eyes, but he suppressed it.

"ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?" Said Syrus in his usual semi literate fashion.

   "grєєtíngѕ, ѕчruѕ!" Announced Toriel gleefully,  seemingly not noticing his question of concern. She had recently been going through a rough patch in her unusually prolonged lifetime. She wouldn't tell him why, but it appeared to have something to do with him, and that gave him a tidal wave of nausea and guilt just thinking about causing the person he loves so much pain and distress.

   Syrus coughed, only Asgore in the heavens knows how, to alert Toriel that he was going to make a joke. She silenced with a barely audible giggle.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏʟᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ?" He said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

   A giggle and a snort could be heard from the other side of the painted oak door. The sound still making it through to the other side gave away the fact that it was rotten and old, possibly from before even the Monster Era of Expansion. Sans took this faint chuckle and, well, whatever that was as a response and continued to the punchline. Show time.

"sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ.  ʙʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀɪʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴜɴɢs - ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴀɴ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ. ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ sᴘɪɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇ, ᴄᴜᴢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴇʟ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴏʟᴇ."

   The woman laughed like there was no tomorrow (With the occasional snort of course) and there was even a loud boom that indicated that she had thrown her head back in her joy, only to accidentally slam it against the door.

"ᎢᎻᎪᎢ ᏔᎪᏚ ᎢᎬᎡᎡᏆᏴᏞᎬ!" Syrus shouted. Papyrus was clearly unhappy with the vast amount of puns (and ships 🇫🇷 ) that awaited them everyday here.

"thαt wαѕ α grєαt σnє! nσw í hαvє σnє!" Giggled Toriel with delight. She could be heard clearing her throat as she readied herself.

"whч díd thє αpplє crσѕѕ thє ѕtrєєt?"

"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜʏ?"

"tσ gєt tσ thє σthєr cídєr thє rσαd!"

   Sans roared with laughter, even falling over with tears in his eyes and covering them in snow. Papyrus groaned loudly, and forced their body to sit up, despite Sans' best efforts. He was still practically disabled with laughter.

   After they said their last few puns and eventually goodbyes, Syrus walked home with one hand in his pocket, humming an upbeat tune he must have picked up from somewhere.

"ᏚᎪNᏚ?" Said Papyrus. "ᎠᎾ YᎾᏌ....

ᏞᎾᏙᎬ ᎻᎬᎡ?"

   Syrus suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he hadn't really thought about it yet, or the question just shocked him, coming up all of a sudden like that.

"ɪ.... ɪ ᴜʜ.... ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ  ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ? ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ. ʜᴇʜ."

   To say the least, Syrus continued the path in utter and absolute silence.