30 Day OTP Challenge: Template x Pale

Day Seven: Cosplaying

     You are a creator, a sleep deprived and overwhelmed creator.

     There's this universe you were making, you spend time and energy to give this universe a potential to be loved and admired and maybe even inspire those like how you were in the early years of the fandom.

      But you had ran across an unexpected problem while you were creating. You didn't even know it was possible. So, reasonably, you sought out help for this dilemma where upon you heard of a place that would undoubtedly solve this problem in a jiffy.

     You look down at the paper in front of you before looking back up at the building. Yep, this is it. This is the place. You expected to see some official-looking lab with scientists everywhere clacking at their computers and robot sounds, or a wholesome library where a sweet lady would speak to you with a tone so soft and warm to help solve your problems with a helping of tea.

     What you didn't expect was to see just a simple standard house.

     You were slightly disappointed, but it wasn't all to bad. And besides, you were already grateful for the help, asking for more (even in your mind) was a bit greedy. Nevertheless, you go up onto the porch and knock against the white wooden door, the entrance to this building.

     "Come," you hear behind the door, smiling to yourself as you jiggled the doorknob and went inside. The first thing you let your eyes upon after you opened the door was a skeleton. A Sans. This was also a surprise for you.

     A Sans with emotionless eyes and expression as well as a blotch on his cheek. You thought it was Ink for a split second before correcting yourself. This was Pale. Though he didn't dress like Pale, even with knowing his dressing habits.

     Pale wore a long pink wig that had gone to the middle of his back as well as a dress in pastel pink and blue that looked as though it was supposed to belong to a nurse in a land of cotton candy with a matching hat. Colorful bandaids also littered his arms.

      "Welcome. I'm Pale," he spoke as if he was reading a script as he stared into your eyes. You gave a simple wave. "The doctor is busy. I'll help." Your eyes move away from the expressionless skeleton and into the room behind him, showing a familiar excited skeleton tossing his arms up in victory from what you can only assume was from him beating a level of a video game. The console controller in his hand was what got you convinced.

     But he looked strange as well. You couldn't see much from where you were standing, but you could make out a blonde wig and a lab coat on him. And you weren't certain, but you were pretty sure he had also changed his glasses.

     Still keeping one eye on Template, you talked to Pale about your problem. The universe, it was just one cluttered mess that couldn't function. You don't know how it came to this, you usually got too many writers/artists blocks to even function creatively on most days. So it really did surprise you when one day you just worked on the universe like any other day and it was just suddenly cluttered with scrambled code, spilt paint stains, word salads, you name it, it was everywhere.

      You didn't know how and you were worried if all of your work was recoverable. You hand the unfinished universe to Pale, letting him examine for any reason why this could be happening. He looks things over, his fingers going over your prized possession. You were a bit nervous knowing of Pale's condition, though he did absolutely no harm to the universe. Instead, he summoned a small ball of black in his palm and let it coat the universe.

     He then returned it back to you.

     "You're stressed," he diagnosed. "Forcing work won't help." You look down at your hard work. In a way you wanted to keep working, you wanted this to be done so you can show it to the world. Pale slowly, seemingly hesitantly, placed a hand on your arm. "It's bad, it'll be better. Rest." Pale instead. You sigh, finally relenting.
    
     Pale simply walked away soon after, not allowing you any time to thank him. You stand there with your creation in hand, smiling to yourself before leaving the house.

~Bonus~

     "Hey, Pale, why don't you smile more often?" Template asked Pale seemingly out of nowhere. Before Pale could do so much as to glance towards Template, he already felt Template's thumbs curl his mouth upwards in a soft and gentle warm smile. Pale looked up at the glitch, unamused with Template's actions. Before long Pale summoned black ink, throwing it right at his face.

     Template screamed.