Pasta Mistakes Might be Repeated
You were very close to avoiding people like the plague for the next week. The Interactions with both Sans and Blake had almost completely drained you for a while. Breaking down into an emotional mess seemed more and more likely if you ran into either one of them again.
It was your day off today, and you promised a nice, stress and people free day to yourself.
The empty apartment before you made you feel lonely still nonetheless. Maybe you should get some fish, they seemed pretty easy to take care of. But so were flowers.
You greeted your lovely lilies as you went to water them. There wasn't any significance to you owning them, you just really liked flowers. They were also very striking to look at, you would even sit down and draw them. Though you could only admit that your attempts never turned out that well.
The sight of the lilies took up a few minutes of your time, you could truly stare at them for hours and be happy.
A sudden thought about food made you snap out of your trance. Your eating habits were the worst. Breakfast was usually forgotten in favor of getting ready for the day. Lunch seemed completely unimportant to you, and dinner was forgotten a few days as well. Sometimes you were surprised you didn't collapse from the lack of food on some days.
You couldn't remember the last time you ate. That was a nice reminder to tell you to eat. The problem was that your fridge and cupboards were pretty empty, which meant a trip to the store.
A sigh escaped your lips, this would mean going in public, being around people. Being at least somewhat healthy was more important to you though.
You dressed up in the most concealing clothes you had on hand, escaping in one of your huge scarves or hoodies whilst in public seemed like the best idea to you.
Simple foods filled your basket that you carried. It was mostly fruit and vegetables, well, only fruit and vegetables. They were easy to eat and didn't require any preparing, and you didn't care much for meat.
You decided to treat yourself to Mac and cheese, you haven't had it in a while and god, you loved it.
A very tall skeleton greeted you as you entered the pasta aisle. In which you responded by shrinking into your scarf. He was incredibly intimidating in your eyes and you just wanted to grab a few boxes and run away. The problem was you had to pass by him, and you had apparently already caught his eye anyways as he was looking at you with bright eye sockets.
You hid even deeper into your scarf as he took two long strides to stand in front of you. Regretting the fact you left your phone, your outlet, at home, you waved sheepishly up at him.
“HUMAN!” he practically yelled, causing you to flinch, almost dropping your basket, “ARE YOU HERE TO INQUIRE IN THE WONDERS OF PASTA AS WELL?”
His loud voice boomed in your ears, you were also probably as stiff as a board at this point now too. You really needed to get out of this situation as soon as possible. But for now you just shrugged and nodded.
“GREAT! WOULD YOU LIKE TO LOOK WITH ME?”
As much as you wanted to decline, your nature as a pushover told you to roll with it. You picked the latter out of kindness, as you nodded again.
You and the friendly giant spent what felt like an eternity analyzing every type of noodle available in the aisle. And as you finally reached the Mac and cheese you almost sighed in relief. You grabbed three boxes and stuffed them into your basket.
“W-well, it was nice meeting you, um..?” you started, realizing you never got his name. While you didn't really care, it just felt rude to not know.
“AH, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” he exclaimed in his cheerfully loud voice, “AND YOU ARE?”
“_____,” you stumble out, “Oh, yeah, it was n-nice to meet you er, the Great Papyrus, but I got what I needed so I’ll have to leave you now,” you smile weakly.
“HM, I AM NOT SURE WHY, BUT THAT NAME SEEMS VERY FAMILIAR,” he pondered, studying your half covered face.
“IT SEEMS THAT WE ARE DESTINED TO BE FRIENDS IF I RECOGNIZE YOUR NAME, SO WHY DON’T YOU COME OVER FOR FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI?”
At this point, you really wished you could disappear into your clothes and never return. You were about to muster up the courage to decline the skeleton, until it clicked in your head. He was offering you free food. You didn’t really like spaghetti, but free food is free food.
“Yeah, s-sure. Why not?” a small smile appeared on your lips.
His check out was even worse than yours you thought. He had bought several boxes of spaghetti and the other ingredients needed to make the dish. There were also several bottles of ketchup mixed in as well. Both loads were equally bad in variety.
Papyrus chatted at you the whole way to his home, but he didn’t seem to mind that you were just listening. You silently thanked him for not making you talk. Not everyone was like that.
The house he resided in was fairly nice, it was two stories and gave off a very relaxing vibe to you. It was one of the most welcoming places besides your own home. The size made you think he shared the building with someone.
“So, um, do you live with another person?”
“YES I DO IN FACT!” he answered rather quickly, “I LIVE WITH MY LAZY BROTHER, BUT HE IS CURRENTLY NOT HOME.”
You nodded, wondering who his brother was. Sans showed up in your mind, maybe he was Papyrus’ brother. They were both named after fonts, you guess you could say they were a font-family. You laughed mentally at the pun and scolded yourself for assuming they were related just because they were both skeletons and based off their names. That was racist. Or was it monsterist? Speciesist? You shrugged off the words and followed Papyrus into what was his kitchen.
“May I put my things in your fridge while I’m here?” you asked shyly. At least you didn’t stutter.
“OF COURSE!” he smiled down at you as he placed the ketchup into the fridge, you following with your fruit and veggies soon after.
You stayed in the background while Papyrus did most of the prep and cooking. He seemed to be in the zone and bugging him worried you. It was fairly obvious he wouldn’t mind if you helped, but he was still incredibly intimidating to you.
The meal wasn’t too bad when he finished and set out a dish for the both of you. Spaghetti was very far from your favorite, but you knew you were hungry, even though you learned to block out the feeling. You dug into your plate happily anyways.
He looked ecstatic when he saw how much you enjoyed his food. Did not many people like his cooking? You couldn’t understand why, while it wasn’t godly, it still tasted nice.
“I HAVEN’T MADE ANY NEW FRIENDS TO SHARE MY SPAGHETTI WITH, I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK I WASN’T GOING TO MEET ANYONE FOR A WHILE. UNTIL TODAY OF COURSE!”
You smiled at him, you were glad you decided to be a pushover for him. The thought of someone as cheerful as him being lonely made your heart hurt. Despite how scary he was in your eyes, you still knew he was the kindest person you could meet, and you wouldn’t wish anything bad on him.
“Thanks so for the food!” you beamed, “But I should be getting home now.”
“WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXCHANGE PHONE NUMBERS BY CHANCE?”
You nod, why not? Only to remember having left your phone at the apartment when you fished through empty pockets. At least you remembered your number.
“I uh, left my cell at home, b-but I can still give you my number,” you mumbled slightly, smiling weakly at him.
“Just remember to mention it’s you when you text me,” you mentioned as you recited your number to him.
You grabbed your own food from the fridge and strode over to the front door, to have it open right before you reached it.
Whatever was left of your composure quickly dissipated when your eyes landed on the familiar smile of the other skeleton you knew.