Not Just Evil (Underfell Papyrus X Reader)

Chapter 8: "Worry and Guilt"

It had been around thirty minutes since you started helping Papyrus cook and you were having a blast.

You could see how passionate he was about cooking and you liked that he had a hobby other than patrolling the underground.

"ALRIGHT NOW (Y\N), WILL YOU GET ME A SPOON OUT OF THAT DRAWER OVER THERE?" He asked as he pointed to a drawer.

"Sure!" You replied as you walked over to the drawer.

You opened it and pulled out a wooden spoon, it had a few scorch marks on it.

You walked back over and handed Papyrus the spoon.

He took it out of your hand and began layering the lasagna with sauce, noodles, cheese and meat.

You watched him intently as he focused on making the layers even and perfect.

After a few minutes of watching him make all the layers he covered the top layer and stuck it into the oven.

"NOW WE WAIT," He put a timer on for forty-five minutes and stepped out of the kitchen.

You followed and he sat down onto the couch.

You cautiously sat next to him and he grabbed a remote off of the arm of the couch.

"YOU WANT TO WATCH TV? I DOUBT ANYTHING NEW WOULD BE ON CONSIDERING METTATON'S DEMISE MONTHS AGO."

"Mettaton? Is that the person who made your body wash?" You asked.

"YES, HE WAS PRESSURED BY HIS COUSIN TO PRESS HIS SELF DESTRUCT BUTTON ON LIVE TV."

"That's terrible!" You gasped.

"IT'S ALSO TERRIBLE HOW HIS CREATOR IS STILL USING HIS BRAND NAME TO MAKE MONEY." He muttered.

"That's just wrong!" You declared.

"IT'S NOT THE WORST THING THAT'S HAPPENED DOWN HERE," He grumbled.

"What is the worst?" You asked him.

You didn't wanna watch whatever show Mettaton did because you saw some pictures on the UnderNet that definitely proved it had a lot of gore in it.

He shrugged. "THERE IS A LOT." He responded flatly.

"I bet there is," You mumbled in response.

You could hear the sound of keys jingling as Sans' stumbled inside.

His face was a light red and he had a goofier grin on his face than normal.

"heyyyy (y/n)! wuzzup?" Sans hiccupped.

"OH GREAT, HE GOT DRUNK AGAIN." Papyrus rolled his pinpricks and stood up.

He walked over to Sans and picked him up.

"nooo, boss! i wanted to talk to the human 'bout somethin'!" He argued.

"YOU'LL HAVE TO DO THAT ONCE YOU'RE SOBER." He muttered.

Papyrus carried Sans up the stairs and you could hear Sans pleading with his brother to let him talk to you.

"SANS, YOU ALWAYS HAVE TOMORROW!" He replied to Sans.

"it's important, boss!" He begged.

Their voices trailed off and you heard a door shut.

What could be so important that Sans wanted to talk to you about?

"What if he bought me food from Grillby's?" You thought out loud.

You shook your head, even if he did get you something at Grillby's you shouldn't eat it. You and Papyrus had worked together nicely to make that lasagna and you couldn't just eat something else.