Undertale Boiz x Reader

Jazzy [Napstablook x Reader]

Don't judge me! Th song inspired me, okay? Also I've been doing a lot of different sadness I think it's  time for a little break with some other awesome characters.

You smile, picking up your Instrument. Every time you played your saxophone your soul would pop out and start dancing around. It was one of your quirks. You looked over at your favorite friend placing down his little camera and levitating his own instrument towards his ghostly mouth.

"Let's go Blooky!"

"O-okay Jazzy."

Jazzy was his nickname for you because that's was your favorite kind of music. Blooky was his nickname because, well, his name was Napstablook.  What?! You weren't that creative! 

While you were thinking about it, you started with a few notes to create a melody in your head. Napstablook made the harmony, following your lead. Sooner than later, a full blown song started breaking out.

Jazz music to be made into a mixtape later and uploaded on Blooky's UnderTube channel. It was how he managed to get money, since he was on the plan. You had a job manageing the trash that can be recycled near the waterfall. It also gave you a nice place to go to when you needed a brush of musical inspiration.

The song was one rbefore you knew it and you let your saxophone rest, your soul hopping back into your chest. Blooky got the gist and let his last note trail on before placing his instrument down, grabbing the camera, and turning it off.

"Great, like always..."

You really loved the way he always trailed his voice off. It made him seem like he had more to say and more depth to his spirit that he just didn't show. You wanted to know that depth.

"Same thing, Blooky! I'm pooped."

You flopped onto the floor, out of breath from some vigorous saxophone playing. Almost as vigorous as jazz hands. Blooky put down the camera with a sigh, having a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Lay down and do nothing?"

"Lay down and do nothing!"

Like that, he flopped next to you on the flor and somehow one of his favorite mixtapes started playing. You both just zoned out and pondered the meaning of life and other psychological problems leading to an extisential crisis. 

It was one of the many things you enjoyed together.

I'm sorry this is so short! He's kinda hard to make a oneshot on. I thought I'd at least try, ya know? 

~Eva