Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 4 : The Business Meeting

"DO YOU HUMANS EVEN SELL SPAGHETTI AT ALL?"

Frisk swallowed uneasily as the tall skeleton leaned over the desk, his palms pressing into the surface as his unblinking sockets stared directly into her eyes. The lone red light in his left socket started to flicker with what Frisk assumed was impatience as she tried to find the right words to answer his question.

From the short time she spent talking to the tall skeleton who called himself "Papyrus", Frisk learned a few thing about him. Such as Papyrus was energetic. Incredibly energetic. He no sooner sat down in Nick's old chair for a grand total of two minutes before he was standing up again, pacing back and forth as they talked about her area's restaurants, which made sense to Frisk...at first.

When Nick first arrived as the appointed "landlord" to Frisk's area, he had asked a lot of questions about the businesses as well. The only difference between Nick and Papyrus was that unlike Nick who was more interested in how successful each business was and how much money they made, Papyrus seemed to be way more interested in the actual food that was sold in each eatery.

He asked what she thought of the food. He asked what the other humans thought of the food. He asked if Frisk would ever classified the food as "greasy." And then he asked her to name off every food item each restaurant had to offer. Money was an issue that never came up. Not one time. And it puzzled Frisk, but she wasn't stupid enough to voice her confusion.

And with each question he asked, he never stopped moving. It was exhausting and nerve-racking to say the least, as Frisk cautiously watched her new criminal landlord continuously move without pausing and with his loud voice escalating every so often and his dominating posture that never once relaxed, there were a few times Frisk had braced herself just in case of a random spurt of violence from him.

...But no matter how loud the skeleton's loud movements were or how powerful his voice sounded, he never once made a motion towards her which was...relieving. Relieving and shocking, but Frisk wasn't one to complain. But all the same she kept her body tensed and her legs ready to move out of the way if need be.

But confusion and despair weren't the only emotions the tall skeleton seem to pull out of Frisk. It came very clear to her that Papyrus, much like Sans, was an arrogant and entitled jackass. Every answer she gave the skeleton seemed to annoy and amuse him and he responded with some of the most arrogant and pompous replies Frisk had ever seen.

He scoffed at when she told him that the little diner owned by Mr. Vel made some of the best pancakes she'd ever tasted. He rolled the single red light in his socket when she said the burger-stand had some tasty fries and delicious lemonade. And he openly laugh when she sweetly suggested in a non-threatening way that he wouldn't be disappointed if he gave both places a try.

Frisk was lucky he was pacing around, barely looking at her during their conversation because he would have seen a look of complete dislike on her face.

She didn't know what deal these monsters made with Don Dee for them to gain a small area of human territory, but as far as she was concerned the prick should have chosen a different area of people to lord his power and terror over if he didn't like the looks of this place.

Screw you buddy , she thought as she watched him pace around the room like some kind of nervous junkie. You can get the hell back to your own city if you think you're too good for my home.

But then all movement ceased from him when he asked that spaghetti question. And Frisk learned another thing about this man: Apparently spaghetti was an important subject to him. At least important enough for him to stop moving and stare at her with such an intense look, Frisk could have sworn they had been discussing a life or death situation as opposed to a pasta dish.