dyed red in their blood, face frozen in an expression of sadness and fear. They'd already died, which wasn't much of a surprise. Paps》

hummed in delight, picking up the rest of the corpse, carrying it home in his arms, detached leg set atop of their stomach.

He maneuvered to open the door rather clumsily, though got the body into the kitchen without dropping it. "Sans! I got fresh meat for the》

spaghetti tonight!" the skeleton called cheerily, not even sure if his brother was home yet. As he called out, he began to extract knives》

and other such tools from the kitchen drawers, about to prepare the meal.

"Ooh, that skelehuman looks like they're playing a fun game!"

He tried to clap at the 'finale', but could only make a clacking sound with his boney hands.

"It's just me! I liked that game you were playing! What was it?" he asked, demeanor happy despite his less-than-appealing appearance.

//Note: West set her Papyrus at 21 years old (human equivalent) and 6'0" I went off of that and set mine at 29 years and 6'5"

//If you haven't read the Horrortale comics, it takes place eight years after Frisk does a neutral route, hence. Bc he's older, he's taller.

"You see this cutie-" he points at Horror Papyrus "-he's my cute human munching pal. He's to sweet for his world."

//I'm gonna stick over here. Replies may be slow; I'm still very tired and worn. If I mess any up, just yell at me.

//You sleep, too, Lawrence

//You don't have any fans or anything to help? Or less covering or more airy night clothes?

//I'm sorry, man

//That sucks, I feel for you

//Can you get baggies of ice, or wet cloths with cold water, to sleep with? It may sound like a pain but I've had to. It helps a little.

//I hope it helps. I'm sorry it's not much.

//Oh, Chase, almost forgot. West and I wanted to make sure you got our replies on Cari since we've been having reply troubles.

//"Sorry, didn't mean to rattle your bones." •Flipped account • Same writer as [Mettaton] • Serious/literate • Any AU is A-okay! RT?