Calendar
This was, no doubt, the best thing ever. This store was the most amazing thing you have ever seen.
“hey. Papyrus. hey Papyrus.”
Papyrus groans in response. “WHAT IS IT THIS TIME SANS?”
“you look really nice today. thought i’d just give you a komplement.” You say, pointing to the tag on an item.
You laugh at Papyrus’ disgruntled expression.
“SANS, JUST HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO DO THIS?”
In turn you point to another item, a clock, and smile deviously. “what, are you in a rusch to get me to stop?”
“NYEH! HOW DO I EVEN DEAL WITH YOU?”
“i dunno bro, i guess ollsta if you want me to.”
Papyrus just groans at that one and turns around, but you can still see the smile on his face betraying his annoyance.
You also hear Toriel laughing a short distance away from you in the store. “What are these item names!”
“I JUST CAME HERE TO PICK OUT SOME FURNITURE, NOT TO BE BOMBARDED WITH PUNS!”
You laugh once more, realizing you would be fully contented if you had to stay in this store the rest of your life.
Eventually, unfortunately, everyone has found what they needed and more, and you all head to check out. All you picked out was a new alarm clock and a calendar with… dogs???
You weren’t originally planning on getting anything, but of course Papyrus insisted, so you ended up with a new clock. You chose it partly because of the fact it’s shaped like a cheesy cartoon rocket ship, and who wouldn’t want that? But also partly because of the fact that you’re tired of getting up in the middle of the night and staring at the bright red numbers that mock you for whatever early time in the morning you’re up. Up from a nightmare. But thinking on the positive side that rocketship clock looks really rad.
And… the calendar. You didn’t pick that one out. Papyrus walked past a stand full of them, and called you over. You were originally confused, but then he explained how it “MIGHT HELP YOU OUT WITH… YOU KNOW… IT’S SOMETHING OTHER THAN TALLIES IF YOU EVER FEEL THE NEED TO RESORT TO THAT AGAIN…” to quote Papyrus. You agreed, picking out a random one, happening to be the dog calendar. It’s a good idea, of course it was, it was Papyrus’, but it just kinda. Soured your good mood. Not by a noticeable amount, but more mentally, as it left you thinking about things you didn’t want to think about today. This morning already started off pretty bad, and you just wanted to get on with the day without any more reminders of… you. Just yourself, and how messed up you are. But it’s whatever, you can’t really go a day without your issues being brought up. Not really a big deal, and you have no one to blame but yourself anyways.
So you checked out, got back in the car, and started to head home. It’s rather tight, as you only took two cars, and a lot of stuff was bought at the store. Some furniture is going to be delivered to the house you found out, but most of today’s gains are currently in the car with you.
Frisk is next to you in the back, along with Papyrus as shotgun and Toriel driving. You find your mind wandering as you drive home, not really on things you would expect, but more over random, trivial things. You’re finally home after what seems like at most ten, fifteen minutes, but in reality was around an hour.
“THAT WAS FUN!”
“yeah, i had a great time.” You say as you’re getting out of the car, holding up the alarm clock you bought.
“I MEANT TO SAY THAT WAS FUN, EXCEPT FOR THE PUNS! SANS!”
“yeah, yeah, sorry bro.” You say insincerely.
“UGHHH!” Papyrus groans.
It’s fine though, you can see he’s happy. Happy you’ve started to go back to making puns like your old self. Even though your ‘old self’ was the one with the facade. But to be fair, you are happier when you’re making puns and making Papyrus pretend he doesn’t like them.
The car Asgore was driving, along with Alphys and Undyne, is already in the driveway, and Asgore and Undyne are already unloading boxes and bags with stuff they bought. Alphys just sits on the side, watching her girlfriend and ex-crush. You join her as Papyrus and Toriel start unloading the car you were in. Frisk runs inside without everyone, eager to do something, though you’re not sure what. Maybe watch tv?
“H-how was shopping today?” Alphys asks, “didn’t really s-see you much. It w-was a pretty big store.”
“It was good. got a clock and a calendar.” You hold up the bag in your hands so Alphys could see. “what’d you get?”
“O-oh! Just a few things.” Alphys holds up her bag, full of what you can only assume is anime. “We a-also got a chair for our room, b-but it’s not supposed to come for another day or two.”
You both stand there and talk for a little while longer until everything that was bought was taken inside, and everyone goes inside as well. It’s actually later than you thought it would be, just after the time you have lunch, so you go upstairs to drop your clock and calendar in your room.
You’re just plugging in your new alarm clock and taking the old one out when Papyrus comes into the room. “MISS TORIEL IS MAKING LUNCH TODAY.”
“cool.” You reply, “any reason you’re not helping?”
“ARE YOU WORRIED THE COOKING WILL NOT BE AS GOOD AS WHEN I’M HELPING? NYEH HEH HEH! I ACTUALLY JUST WANTED TO SIT DOWN FOR A MOMENT BEFORE LUNCH.”
Papyrus? Sit down? Something seems suspicious. “HAVE YOU HUNG UP YOUR CALENDAR YET?” Oh. That’s why.
Noticing the unopened calendar still on your bed, he continues. “NO? WELL HERE, LET ME HELP YOU.”
Papyrus sits on the bed next to you and rips open the plastic covering your dog calendar. Flipping through it he comments, “THERE SURE ARE A LOT OF… DOGS… ON HERE.” He reaches December and puts the calendar down. “THANKFULLY NONE OF THEM ARE ANNOYING!”
Papyrus shifts his weight as to grab a black sharpie out of his pocket. He picks up the calendar once again and flips to the current month. “WHAT IS TODAY’S DATE AGAIN?”
You automatically respond, “it’s the 23rd.”
“OH!” He then proceeds to make X’s on every date from the first to the 22nd. “HERE.” He hands you the calendar. “YOU CAN MARK TODAY’S DATE OFF TOMORROW.” Papyrus suddenly looks slightly shameful. “I hope this helps with… the whole tally thing.” He says quieter, “I know it’s a bit late, and might not even help at all… but… I just want to help. And I hope this helps.”
You both sit in silence for a few seconds before Papyrus speaks up once again. “NOW, WHERE SHOULD WE PUT THIS?”
You shrug, and Papyrus takes a moment to look around. “THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECT SPOT!” Hep points to an area on the wall opposite the front of your bed, exactly where you would be looking when you get up.
Papyrus then gets a push pin from his bedside table and goes over to the wall to hang up the calendar. “HOWS THAT LOOK?”
A small white dog stares back at you as you look at the calendar.
“perfect.”