Quantumtale After Life

"FRISK! FRISK! THEY TOLD US AT SCHOOL TO SHOWCASE OUR CULTURE!!" Papyrus said. Frisk rose a brow as the smaller skeleton walked in. 

"Oh? That's so cool, Papy. But err....why do you need me?" Papyrus smiled. 

"WELL YOU SEE? MONSTER CULTURE IS TECHNICALLY THE SAME WITH HUMANS AND THE TEACHER SAID SHE MEANT ETHNICITY." Frisk shrugged. 

"Guess you should say American then...?" Frisk said. Papyrus shook his head. 

"I HAVE DECIDED, SINCE YOU ARE FAMILY AS WELL, I WANT TO EMBRACE MEXICAN CULTURE AND CUISINE!" Frisk's mouth fell open and she sat up properly on the couch. 

"You...You want to show my culture to school....? Ohhhh bebé!! Eres tan dulce!!" Frisk said, hugging the tiny skeleton. 

"CAN YOU COOK WITH ME AND COME WITH ME TOMORROW??" Frisk smiled. 

"Of course Papy!! Oh oh you'll need a guayabera and I can wear a rebozo and a chincuete." Papyrus tilted his head. 

"TRADITIONAL MEXICAN CLOTHES...? ALSO...CHINCUETE WASN'T JUST MEXICAN SKIRT??" Papyrus asked. Frisk giggled.

"Well...yes...you are right on guessing but it's called differently depending on regions. My abuela is from Mazahua so for me it's more familiar to call it that." Papyrus nodded in understanding. 

"KIND OF LIKE HOW DIFFERENT PEOPLE SAY DIFFERENT THINGS IN ENGLISH THAT MEAN THE SAME. SYNONYMS OF SORTS." Frisk smirked. 

"Man, aren't you a smart one!" Papyrus puffed his chest up at the praise. 

"IF YOUR ABUELA WAS FROM MAZA....HAUA...?"

"Mazahua." 

"THERE! WHERE WAS YOUR GRANDPA FROM?" Frisk quirked a brow. 

"Oh? Abuelo was a gypsy singer from Guanajuato." Frisk said, smiling. Papyrus listened with stars in his eyes. Frisk sighed. 

"There's this big annual festival in there now called Festival Cervantino. It's so big it extends in all the plazas of the city." Papyrus beamed. 

"IT IS OFFICIAL! I WANT TO BE MEXICAN!" Frisk snorted as Papyrus started bouncing on the couch, talking about colors and food. 

"Easy there, Rambo. You're going to break something." Frisk said, shaking her head as she pulled Papyrus to sit down properly. 

"We need to first focus on your homework. What do you want to give tomorrow to the parents and kids, Papy." Papyrus nodded in determination.

"KIDS ARE VERY PICKY FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN. THE PARENTS ARE ALSO PICKY." 

"What do you suggest. But not something basic like tacos. That would be overused." 

"I REALLY LIKE THAT CORN THINGY YOU MAKE." Frisk raised a brow, amused. 

"Elote?" 

"YES! AND AND- WE COULD DO THOSE TOASTED ROUND BREAD THINGIES!" 

"Tostadas, Papy." Frisk said. Papyrus nodded. 

"YES AND...MAYBE...THAT SOUP UMM..." 

"I don't think bringing Pozole to school would help, Paps. You said the kids are picky right?" 

"OH...YOU'RE RIGHT. A LOT OF THEM DON'T EAT THE SOUP THAT THE NICE LUNCH LADY MAKES." Frisk smiled. 

"See? So, I suggest this. Either Mole or Guacamole sauce for the Tostadas." Papyrus frowned in thought. 

"HMMM...OK!! LET'S DO BOTH!!" Frisk smiled. 

"Alright, let's go to the store. YO GASTER! ME AND PAPS ARE GOING TO THE STORE FOR PAPS PROJECT!!" The older skeleton popped his skull out from behind his office's door. 

"ALRIGHT! STAY SAFE!" Frisk gave Gaster a thumbs up as she got her jacket and left with a happy and cheerful tiny skeleton. 

"WE'LL HAVE TO BUY A LOT OF STUFF FOR THIS, RIGHT?" Frisk nodded. 

"Yuppers. We are cooking for a lot of people after all." Papyrus pouted. 

"NO WONDER NOBODY TOOK COOKING AND ONLY I DID. OR ELSE WE WOULD HAVE MORE TRADITIONAL DISHES....ACTUALLY...A MOM DID!" Papyrus said, remembering. Frisk quirked a brow as she was pushing Papyrus in the cart and looking at ingredients. She was checking for fresh vegetables. 

"YEAH! SHE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT 'WHITE CULTURE'." Frisk spurted her eyes widening a bit as she looked at Papyrus in shock. 

"What now?" She asked in shock. Papyrus nodded. 

"SHE SAID THAT EVEN IF I'M WHITE COLORED I DON'T COUNT." Frisk sighed. 

"Paps, believe me when I say there's no such thing as white culture, ok? There is AMERICAN culture but not white culture. European, Asian, Australian, African, you name it. But color doesn't define a culture. Heck, someone can be...i don't know blue?? and if they were born and raised italian, they are italian. Ok Paps?" The tiny skeleton nodded. 

"YES MA'AM! I KNEW SOMETHING SEEMED FISHY! AND I DON'T MEAN UNDYNE WHO TRIED TO SPY ON ME!" Frisk froze as she was picking some avocados up. 

"She what?" 

"WHAT?" Frisk face-palmed. 

"Let's just finish shopping." Frisk said, chuckling. 

"HEY FRISK...HOW DO YOU SAY THIS IN SPANISH?" Frisk smiled. 

"Are you going to do this with every ingredient?" Papyrus gave her a determined look. 

"YES!" 

"Alright, you're on." 

Papyrus was bouncing from one leg to the other as Frisk was tying her hair and putting on an apron. 

"Your turn, Papyrus. Oh, and wash your hands!" Frisk said as the skeleton was quickly going to his stool so he could wash his hands. 

"Let's start with the sauces and Tostadas." Frisk took out a pan and twirled it. She took out different kinds of chiles they bought looked at Papyrus who was looking at her in awe. She smirked. 

"Alright Papy. Let me teach you how to cut chiles." She said as she took out a knife and laid the chiles on a cutting board. She started cutting and Papyrus watched in awe at how quickly her hands moved. 

"I WANT TO TRY!!" Frisk chuckled. 

"Not that fast thought, ok? We don't want you cutting a finger off." Papyrus saluted as he got on his stool and started cutting the chiles. Frisk slid on the floor and went over to the ingredients for guacamole and took out a bowl and another cutting board. She started putting the avocado's in the bowl and mashing them with lime juice and a pinch of salt. 

"DONE!" Papyrus exclaimed. She looked over in Papyrus direction and had to take a second look. It was a mess. And he only finished ONE chile. 

"Oh, Papy..." She went over to him and stood behind him. 

"Alright, let me guide your hand ok? Who thought you to cut like this? Last time we cooked together you did so well..." Papyrus tilted his head. 

"FATHER DID!" Frisk frowned as she was still guiding Papyrus hand. 

"That son of a--" Frisk sighed and looked at what she was doing. Papyrus quickly got the hang of it and Frisk went back to her guacamole. She started cutting onions and tomatoes. 

"Hey Paps...wanna see a cool trick?" Frisk asked. Papyrus stopped and looked her way. She took the garlic twisted her blade and used the side to crush it. 

"Don't listen to what Gaster says about cooking, ok? If you have questions ask me. He never crushes the garlic." Papyrus made an 'O' shape with his mouth as he watched. Frisk quickly slid over to Papyrus and put the big amount of chiles in the pan. She frowned. 

"I'll need a second pan, no doubt." Frisk said. Papyrus went over and fetched a pan for her. Frisk put the heat to medium and stirred it a bit. 

"HOW LONG DO WE LEAVE IT?" Frisk smirked. 

"Until you can smell the aroma. It takes around 3 minutes if you can't smell." Frisk said, stiring a bit in both pans. Papyrus nodded and then went over to the table to take notes. Frisk looked at him amused. 

"You're taking notes?" Papyrus nodded. 

"YES! I WANT TO ONE DAY COOK AS GOOD AS YOU!" Frisk put a hand over her heart and made goo-goo eyes at the tiny skeleton. 

"You're the sweetest." The next steps with the sauces went by pretty quickly since Frisk was good at multi-tasking. She wrapped them both up and put them in the fridge. She sighed and looked at the rest of the ingredients. 

"Now for the Elote and Tostadas, huh?" Papyrus nodded. Frisk smirked. 

"Come on, we'll finish quickly, ok? We're an AWESOME team." Papyrus beamed. 

"NYEH HEH HEH!! WE SURELY WILL!!" Frisk gave him a small noggin. 

"NYEHHHH DON'TTTTT!!" They both started laughing and Frisk let Papyrus go so she could get the ingredients for the Elote. 

"Elote don't take that much, especially since it's grilled corn." 

"HOW DO YOU GRILL CORN?" 

"Using the grill." Frisk said, putting the grill on the counter and plugging it in. 

"It's electrical but it should do the trick." Papyrus tilted his head. 

"HOW DO YOU USUALLY GRILL IT??" 

"On a cool or wood grill. Depends. My abuelo liked coal better. It would get abuela mad because he would bring ashes inside." Papyrus giggled. Frisk put the corn on using some claws and let it sizzle. Papyrus sniffed. 

"THAT SMELLS REALLY NICE." Papyrus said. Frisk nodded. 

"Yupp. I should do Elote more often. When I cook Elote you usually aren't around, huh?" Papyrus shook his head. 

"NOPE." He said, slightly popping the P in a childish manner. Frisk smiled. 

"That can change easily-- Paps are you crying??" Papyrus sniffled. 

"I STARTED PEALING THE ONIONS..." Frisk laughed as Papyrus was crying. 

"MY EYES STING..." Frisk snorted. 

"Get out the kitchen for a bit so it can stop- DON'T RUB YOUR HANDS ON YOUR- Oh dios mio..." Frisk said, face-palming. Papyrus left for around 5 minutes so he could get rid of the stinging. He came back only to see Frisk stirring a sauce made out of mayonnaise, sour cream, garlic and lime juice and she had another bowl with cheese and chili powder. Papyrus licked his teeth as he watched. Frisk snorted. 

"It's for your project tomorrow, Papy. Watch it." 

"THAT'S A LOT OF SAUCE..." Frisk snorted. 

"We'll be around 40 people there. The food needs to be plenty." 

"ARE WE GOING TO ALSO MAKE CORN CHIPS??" Frisk snorted. 

"Yeah sure, we can make some corn tortillas. Did we buy Masa Harina? Papyrus nodded. Frisk patted him on the head. 

"Guess it's settled then." And so the two made beautiful crispy tortillas and got some nice tostadas shells and the fillings for the tostadas ready. Frisk and Papyrus then got some traditional clothing. Apparently, Gaster had found some of Frisk's grandparents old belongings thanks to the help of the human ambassadors. 

Frisk and Papyrus were walking towards Papyrus' school. Frisk's dress flowing even if she had a jacket on and her black heels making noise. Papyrus was skipping, his shirt flowing with beautiful embodiments. Frisk felt quite proud of her grandmother's handy-work. They had already sent the food with the help of the nice lunch-lady who convinced the guy who would bring ingredients to also stop by their house and take the food. Kids would stare in awe at them as Frisk and Papyrus passed. Frisk took off her jacket, holding it in her hand. She had a flower in her hair and a rebozo around her upper-body. Papyrus was still skipping happily. 

"PAPYRUS?!" Came a familiar voice. Frisk smiled as bot her and Papyrus turned towards Papyrus' best friend, George. 

"Hi George." Frisk said, waving. 

"GEORGE! DON'T I LOOK COOL? THIS IS A....A..." Frisk snorted. 

"Guayabera, Papy." The skeleton nodded. 

"YES, EXACTLY THAT!" George stared in awe. His father, still in his police officer uniform smiled. 

"What a beautiful culture to showcase. Is this manually made?" Frisk twirled a bit. 

"By my Abuela actually, thank you very much." Frisk said, smiling at the praise. 

"Well... I am a Black American...but my my Frisk you look stunning and Papyrus looks very handsome as well." 

"Thanks Mister Brown." Frisk said as all four walked over to the classroom. It was empty and Frisk could see how the class was divided in two. Karens and people who were trying to stay away. Either black, italian, indian, african, all of them trying to stay away. The RIGHT side engaged in conversation and Frisk even talked with Papyrus teacher. Papyrus was having fun with his classmates until-- 

"FRISK! FRISK! SOMEONE IS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE FOOD!" Frisk went over to Papyrus and noticed an angry woman with a casserole in her hands. Frisk winced internally. 

"Umm- YOU made all of this?" Frisk crossed her arms. 

"Is there a problem?" The woman smiled.

"Why is there only umm...weird food here?" The room froze. 

"Excuse me?" The woman nodded. 

"I'm on a diet and...This food is all weird and I've never seen it before. Only this Tortelia thing." Frisk blinked in shock.

"You mean...Tortilla?" The woman waved her off. 

"Yeah whatever. Tell your grandma to cook something else." Frisk snarled. 

"She's dead...want me to perform necromancy or what?" 

"Watch your tone young lady!" 

"WELL THIS YOUNG LADY IS ABOUT TO BEAT YO ASS! LET'S FUCKING GO! You come here with a SWEET POTATO CASSEROLE AND you tell me YOU'RE ON A DIET?? Also...WE'RE AROUND 40 PEOPLE in this damned classroom. Not even all the kids can share THAT little thing!" The woman gasped. 

"How DARE you? You first have a monster as your brother then--" 

"IT'S ONE TO TALK SHIT ABOUT FOOD BUT IT'S SOMETHING ELSE TO TALK SHIT ABOUT PAPYRUS. You either take your pitiful ass OUT of here OR I take you by force. CAPICHE??" Frisk said, snarling. The teacher didn't say anything.

"YOU'RE SO DISRESPECTFUL. THAT THING MUST HAVE NO EDUCATION IF YOU'RE ONE OF THE PEOPLE RAISING IT!" 

"Actually ma'am. YOU started it." Said George's father. Frisk looked at the police officer. 

"Papyrus is the SWEETEST child and Frisk alongside his family are doing A GREAT job at raising HIM! He isn't some dog to be called IT." Frisk gave the man a thankful look and turned towards the woman again. 

"So? The police officer spoke. What will you do?" 

"UGH! WHATEVER! Let's go!" The woman left and Frisk sighed in relief. 

"Well...Who wants some Elote??" Frisk asked. The people in the room cheered.

"HEY FRISK?" Papyrus asked on the bus. Frisk raised a brow. 

"Hm?" Papyrus beamed. 

"COCINEMOS JUNTAS DE NUEVO, OK?" Frisk looked at the tiny skeleton with wide eyes and then smiled, hugging him. 

"Alright...We will. Te amo, Papy." Papyrus smiled. 

"LOVE YOU TOO, FRISK. I'M GLAD YOU CAME WITH ME TODAY."