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Apathy & Happenstance

Chapter 4 - Perception and Peculiarity [Ao3] | 1 | 3 | x | 5

Catching up on posting these chapters to tumblr! Here’s 4. 5′ll be posted once I’m finished editing it. c:

Summary: These guys are weird. Seriously, who doesn't know monsters have relocated to the surface by now?

“no way.” Sans says in disbelief.

You note with a bit of curiosity that those little pinpricks of red light in his eye sockets have disappeared. Weird.

“HUMAN…” Papyrus starts, taking a heavy step toward you. What, did he forget your name already or is he just being obstinate? You see his arm moving, shifting to reach for you. To Papyrus’s surprise, you twist and bend to avoid his grasp, taking the opening to slip between him and Sans.

“Nope.” you say as you maneuver into your apartment, intent on relocating to the living room. “Nice try, but you do not lay hands on me. If you have something to say you can use your words.”

You reclaim your corner seat on the couch from when this all first started, depositing the paper bag on the coffee table, right next to your laptop, and pull your phone into your hands. At least they hadn't messed with your computer—as far as you can tell, anyway.

You hear a very frustrated growl, some whispered arguing, and then, after a couple minutes, you're rejoined by the skeletons in the living room. Papyrus is standing right in front of you, blocking you on the couch from the front, and Sans unceremoniously plops himself in the space beside you. Subconsciously, the muscles on that side of your body tense, as if flinching away without actually doing so.

Papyrus is looking down at you, arms once again crossed. His gloved fingers seem to be twitching, as if he's holding himself back from making another grab at you. The earlier thought that he's probably used to getting his way is reinforced and in that moment, you decide you're going to indulge your petty side—you're going to give this particular skeleton hell and bask in every single second of doing so.

“So?” you prompt, unperturbed. “What was it that you wanted to say?”

His sockets squint, and he's surprisingly quiet for a beat, before he finally decides to break the silence that has settled.

“IT WOULD BE UNWISE FOR YOU TO LIE TO ME.” he starts. “IT IS INCONCEIVABLE THAT WE WOULD BE ABOVEGROUND.” You don't understand how that can be so, but whatever, Edgelord. “TELL US THE TRUTH, HUMAN. WHERE ARE WE?”

You roll your eyes with a long suffering sigh and start fussing with the phone in your hands, twisting it this way and that, running your fingers along the black screen.

“Alright, first of all, Edgelord, in case you forgot, it's Y/n, not ‘human’. I'll thank you to remember that.” You have to bite your cheek to keep the grin from your lips at the way he bristles at your attitude, at your unwillingness to let yourself be subjected to his demands. “Second, did neither of you so much as look outside while I was gone?” You have to wonder what they had been doing in here, all that time you were out. Surely they hadn't just been sitting in the living room, twiddling their thumbs, right? “I assure you, the windows are real and functional.”

Papyrus glares down at you, silent and unblinking. Perhaps he thinks he’s intimidating, that he can scare you into telling the ‘truth’. Fat chance there, mister.

To your side, you feel the couch shift, can hear the sound of bone scratching against bone. In your peripheral vision you can see more red sweat beading along Sans’s skull, he's scratching at the back of his neck (...spine?) and… is that a red tinge to his face or just a trick of the light? Weird. Sans is weird.

“Look,” you begin, leaning back into the plush cushion of the couch. “Don't get mad at me because you're too scared to confirm it yourself. The proof is literally right there.” You tilt your chin, indicating the window again.

Papyrus seems to twitch, fingers clenching, bunching the fabric where they lay. You merely quirk a brow.

And cue another staring match. Spiky, loudmouthed Halloween decoration versus one human that couldn't care less.

You're unsure how much time passes—if it's very much at all—before Sans’s voice cuts across your childish display.

“uh… b-boss,” his voice calls from across the room, “you gotta lookit this.”

Your attention snaps to him and you see the smaller skeleton at your window, bathed in golden sunlight. He has peeled back the heavy fabric of your curtains to reveal a late afternoon day, the sun working its way in a downwards arch towards the horizon. You cast a quick glance to your side and sure enough, that's empty space next to you. When the hell had he gotten over there?

Papyrus clicks his tongue again (does that mean he has one? What does it look like? Is it made of bone???) as he does an abrupt about face. He's at the window in only a couple quick strides.

Silence settles in the room as the two monsters stare out your window in reverence.

What a strange reaction, you think. It's like this really is their first time seeing the sun and the sky. You have to wonder if they've been living under a rock or something, under that mountain, to only now , practically a decade later, be seeing the sun. It begs the question of where the hell did they come from before they poofed into your apartment?

Unable to continue watching the two (something uncomfortable twists and knots in the pit of your stomach the longer you do), you take the opportunity to look at your phone. Flicking the screen on shows a push notification from none other than ‘THE GREAT PAPYRUS’. You open the message.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS: WOWIE! THERE REALLY ARE OTHER SKELETONS! THEIR STYLE IS A BIT STRANGE, I MUST ADMIT, BUT THAT’S OKAY, EVERYONE EXPRESSES THEMSELVES DIFFERENTLY!

You huff a breath of air through your nose, a very subdued laugh, as the thought what an adorable bean flickers across your mind. You read on.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS: THIS IS MOST EXCITING, HUMAN! I MUST TELL SANS AT ONCE! SUCH EXCITING NEWS IS SURE TO… TICKLE HIS FUNNY BONE, NYEH HEH HEH!!

You can’t help but to snicker at the pun, deciding that that's it, ‘THE GREAT PAPYRUS’ is, without a doubt, a cinnamon roll. Entirely too pure, too good for this world. You do find it interesting, however, that this Papyrus uses ‘human’ in much the same was as the spiky Papyrus—as if it was a title or something. You wonder if it's a skeleton thing, as any monster you've socialized with has never referred to you by your species before. Is it specific to Papyruses? ...Papyri. ???

You shake the thought away. You can inquire about it later, when this mess is all figured out and sorted.

You tap the entry field of the messenger, ready to type out a response, but before you can so much as enter a letter, the screen lights up with a call, a little tune slicing through the silence of your apartment.

You furrow your brows at your phone just as the skeletons at your window startle, their attention shifting back to you.

“wha… the heck’s that?” Sans is the first to speak, his little red eye lights wandering the room in search of the source of the noise. He quickly settles his gaze on you, on the little device clutched between your hands. “s’that yer phone?”

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” Papyrus shouts, sounding almost personally offended by the ringing. “WHAT IS THAT INFERNAL RACKET?!” He shoots a heated glare your way, clearly blaming you. You barely contain the urge to roll your eyes. “HURRY UP ALREADY, HUMAN! EITHER ANSWER OR HANG UP! I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH DISRUPTIVE BEHAVIOR IN MY PRESENCE!” This time, you roll your eyes.

Glancing back at the ringing device in your hands, you see that you’ve got a call from ‘THE GREAT PAPYRUS’. Kind of weird. And out of the blue. And a little out of your comfort zone—you only just started talking to the guy today, after all. Why is he calling you now? Doesn't texting suffice?

As Papyrus begins to impatiently tap his foot, waiting for you to act, you decide to:

* Answer the call. Maybe he has something important to tell you? Why else would he call you, a practical stranger?

* Ignore the call. Papyrus might be a precious bean but that's still a little too much, too soon for you.

#Red Drabbles #Undertale Fanfiction #Underfell Fanfiction #Reader Insert #Apathy and Happenstance #The second option is crossed out since the decision has already been made #Well isn't that queuet

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