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Title: One Percent (Part 2: Pregnancy and Birth) Word Count: 6404 Pairings: Romantic Alphyne (Alphys and Undyne), Platonic/Romantic (Could be seen as either) Papyton (Papyrus and Mettaton), Platonic Toriel/Asgore Warnings: Arguing, Lying, Major Character Death, Death, Birth, Birthing Scene, Water Breaking (Let me know if I missed anything!) Summary: Alphys and Undyne have a baby shower and things go as good as it could while Alphys holds her tongue. Author Note: Part Two of the last fanfiction I ever wrote for Undertale! Hope you enjoy!

The new MTT Resort’s restaurant was closed that day, or, rather, reserved for a special occasion that Alphys and Undyne had planned out to announce the grand reveal that the fertilization was a success and Undyne was two months pregnant.

Most of their close friends had attended, even King Asgore and the pun queen herself, Toriel made sure they would attend, even if they didn't know what it was exactly about.

Sans, on the other hand, knew immediately what it was about, but came along anyway to support them, despite the slight sense of impending doom, but he put it in the back of his skull, today was going to be a day that should be celebrated, not worried about.

Everyone had arrived, all except Frisk, who couldn't attend due to some trouble at the capital. They were the ambassador of two species, of course, they would have responsibilities to handle, even if they did want to go to the party.

The monsters were all dressed formally, which was Mettaton’s only request to rent out his restaurant, but some were more excited about the attire than others.

“Damnit,” Undyne complained, pulling at the dark red choker she wore, the golden tear-shaped pendant catching a perfect amount of light. “This necklace is really itchy.”

She wore a beautiful scarlet evening gown, that would shimmer in different angles, her hair was in a simple and semi-messy bun, just tight enough for it to stay intact, but loose enough for her to be comfortable, even her red bangs were let loose over her eye-patch. She wore black, short heels, after all, there was no way in hell that she would wear high heels, she claimed that her outfit was “girly enough” without them.

“I told you t-that necklace would be uncomfortable,” Alphys told her. “You should've gone with the pearls.”

Alphys decided to get a new dress for this momentous occasion, it was a simple blue evening gown, that had silver, tiny polka dots scattered on it, a silver bow wrapped around her waist for a finishing touch. She wore simple black flats, since she never was comfortable in heels, let alone, high heels.

“But it's like the one from Mew Mew Kissy Cutie!” Undyne argued. “It's too awesome not to wear!”

“I-if you say so,” the scientist shrugged, grabbing her wife’s hand under the table. “Are y-you nervous?”

“Nope!” The ex-royal guard squeezed her hand anyway. “What? Are you?”

“A-a l-little,” she stuttered. “I j-just don't like p-public speaking.”

“Hmm,” Undyne pondered for a moment, then turned to her wife. “How about I do the announcement, would that make you feel any better?”

Alphys nodded, then, quickly after, Undyne slipped her hand from her wife’s grip and stole a quick kiss Alphys’s head sweetly. “It's going to be okay, Alphys.”

Undyne stood up, tall, then cleared her throat to get the attention of the chattering crowd, who were presenting theories on what this gathering was about, but stopped to listen to what the elegant fish monster had to say.

“Alright,” she began, clasping her hands together. “So I bet you all are wondering why we are here and why the hell we are wearing these dumb dresses and tuxedos.”

Undyne glanced down at her protruding abdomen, then back at the crowd. “Well, last time we got together like this, we announced our engagement. I'm not sure if you would consider this better or worse, but we’re pregnant.”

The whole room enveloped in shouts of joy, while Alphys stood up and grabbed Undyne’s hand as they both grinned, the taller helping Alphys onto a chair, knowing that hugs of congratulations were necessary.

Papyrus was the first to come up, tears were clearly forming in his eye sockets. “ I cannot believe this! I'm so happy for you two, oh my God!”

Papyrus had worn a black tuxedo he had gotten with Sans and Mettaton a few months back, which Mettaton quite enjoyed to see him in. It had a golden flower on the right side and, as good as he looked in that bow tie, he decided to go with a simple black neck tie, because he didn't like the feeling of the bow tie.

“Come here ya punk!” Undyne pulled Papyrus into a noogie.

“Please don't noogie the emotional skeleton!” Papyrus exclaimed, soon escaping the grip of his best friend. He wiped a tear from his eye socket as he smiled again. “Congratulations, my dear friends.”

Papyrus leaned slightly awkwardly as he hugged both Undyne and Alphys, leaving the two afterward to go back to his table and sitting down.

Up next was Toriel and Asgore, the two had become great friends, after a year of Asgore begging for forgiveness. Toriel apologized as well, stubbornly, for the grudge and they've been good friends ever since.

They were both clothed formally, like everyone else. Toriel wore an elegant royal purple dress with a white trim, it shimmering somehow in every angle, and had long droopy sleeves. As far as footwear, she wore the same colored flats. Asgore, on the other hand, wore a simple black tuxedo, with a purple bow tie.

Toriel couldn't hold back the tears of joy and pride for the two spouses. “I could not be happier for you two. Nothing is better than the process of having a child, I wish you both the best, my children.” She wiped away another stray tear.

Asgore raised an eyebrow at his ex-wife, who had a grip on his right arm. “If I remember correctly, you acted quite miserable during your pregnancy.”

The motherly woman playfully pushed her friend. “Oh, hush, you.”

This brought a grin to Alphys, Undyne, and even Asgore himself, as they all chuckled lightly at the cute duo.

“Anyway,” Toriel looked at the two wives again, letting go of Asgore as she walked over to them for a hug. “Congratulations.”

They both hugged her back, Asgore going into a hug as well for a nice group hug. This was by far the most comforting and sweet hug they've gotten so far.

After the rather long hug, Toriel joined arms back with Asgore and returned to their table, which was right next to Papyrus’s table.

Second to last was Mettaton, wearing a black tuxedo with a hot pink bow tie wrapped around his collar, cried hysterically and ran towards the two brides, as if he hadn't seen them in years. “Oh, my gosh darlings! I'm so unbelievably happy for you two!”

They were a bit taken aback by the hug, since the force was unexpected and, quite frankly, hard, since he was made out of various types of metal, but they hugged back nonetheless.

Mettaton let go of the hug, a smile ingrained on his face, along with black tear stains along his riveted, metallic, yet, perfect cheek. “Words cannot describe my joy for you two, all I want is that the baby will be at least half as amazing as you two are, but I'm sure with your genetics, that would be nearly impossible to not happen.”

Alphys twitched slightly, but unnoticeable, at those words, “genetics”, she knew she had to tell Sans eventually, but now wouldn't be the best time.

“T-thank you, Mettaton,” Alphys stuttered, as he hugged them one last time, and went back to Papyrus’s and his table.

Last, but not least, Sans was up, wearing a simple sweater vest, white long sleeve formal shirt under it, with a light blue bow tie wrapped around his collar, and black formal pants and shoes.

“Well, I guess it worked,” Sans shrugged.

“It wouldn't have been possible without you, Sans,” Alphys replied.

“Eh, you would've found someone eventually,” he shrugged again. “Anyway, congrats, I couldn't think of anyone more deserving than you two to have children. Well, maybe one other person.”

They glanced over at Toriel and Asgore, who were laughing and joking with each other, probably reminiscing about the past and the good times. This made the trio smile.

“So, uh, Sans,” Undyne called, earning his attention. “Alphys and I have been thinking and we've decided on something.”

Alphys grabbed a hold of her hand.

“We want you to be the godparent,” Alphys completed.

“Whoa, I, uh,” he was astonished. “That caught me off-guard.”

He scratched the back of his neck but returned his gaze back to the couple. “Why me? I mean, Toriel and Asgore seem to be much more suitable to be parents than I ever would, they've had children and-”

“Sans,” Undyne interrupted. “They declined.”

“What?” Well, he definitely didn't see that coming.

“They have Frisk and, even if they didn't,” she continued. “They've had their time as parents, they're tired.”

“Man,” the skeleton sighed. “I'd be brainless to decline after that point, huh?”

“Was that a pun?” Alphys glared at him.

“You do know me, right?” He joked.

They laughed, now that was out of the way, maybe Alphys could drop a hint about the whole “one percent” ordeal.

“Hey, um,” Alphys started, getting Sans’s and Undyne’s attention, as she touched her wife’s hand. “Can you, uh, c-check on everyone.”

“Okay, sure,” Undyne shrugged and took the hint, walking off the small stage, and went over Papyrus’s table.

Alphys reverted her attention back to her skeleton friend. “S-so I have a q-question.”

“Shoot,” he replied.

“J-just out of curiosity,” she began, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. “Why were you s-so insistent on this baby not getting any of your genetic code?”

“Psychological disorders are genetic,” he answered bluntly, without any thought, like that answer was rehearsed. “I don't think anyone truly deserves one. Especially if I can help it.”

“I-I g-guess that's f-fair,” now, she was anxious.

“You seem nervous, Alphys,” he pointed out, light concern glistening in his eye sockets. He could read her so easily.

“N-no! W-why would y-you think that?” It was blatantly obvious.

“Alphys,” his voice lowered, concern was out of the question. “Is there something you wanna tell me?”

This party of joy and celebration was rapidly turning into more of a get-together of anxiety and condolences, needless to say, this was not going as well as expected. Sans was onto her, he wasn't dumb, he was outrageously smart, he just never really showed it.

“Alphys,” he gained back Alphys’s attention. “Did something go wrong with the transfer?”

She hadn't noticed it before, but the room was eerily silent, she looked over his shoulder, then grew more anxious than ever. “Sans, l-look b-behind you.”

Sans turned around, his pupil dimming out immediately. Everyone was looking at them, they had heard their conversation, and, was completely baffled. That conversation sounded a bit too fishy. Transfer?

“U-uh,” Alphys stuttered. “I, um, this sounds a bit s-suspicious, however, it's e-easily explained.”

“Alphys,” Sans called. “Just tell them the truth, they were gonna find out eventually, anyway.”

“O-okay,” she started shaking, and it wasn't because of blood sugar. “L-looking for a-a donor was more d-difficult than we thought, s-so, after much consideration, we asked S-Sans to do it.”

Most of the guest, although a bit shocked at the choice of a donor, seemed unmoved by the news, though another skeleton in the room seemed enraged.

Papyrus got up and stormed out of the room without a single word. His brother looked at Alphys, who was lost for words, then back at the crowd, they didn't have any words either. His main concern was his little brother. He ran off the stage and left the room as well.

“Papyrus!” He burst through the front doors of the resort, seeing his younger brother walking away. “Papyrus, wait!”

The tall skeleton stopped walking, just stood there as Sans caught up. Why couldn't this happen differently?

“Okay, Pap, look-”

“I don't want to hear your excuses and lies, Sans,” he snapped, now, turning towards his brother, then pointing an accusing finger at him. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I don't know, I just,” he sighed. “I just didn't want to hurt your feelings or anything.”

“Feelings?” The angry monster quoted. “Why would my feelings be hurt? At least you would finally be telling me something!”

“Wait, that's not what you're mad about?” Sans, for once in quite a while, was puzzled.

“No! I'm angry at the fact that you never tell me anything!” Papyrus flailed his arms to emphasize his frustration. “You hide things from me all the time! Do you think I'm ignorant or something?! I'm not some little child anymore, I can handle it! I'm an adult for goodness sakes!”

Sans buffered for a second, he never really realized how much he's lied to his brother until now, how could he not have realized that? “Bro, I'm sorry, I just wanted you to not worry about me.”

“Well, you did that well,” Papyrus never thought sarcasm was a great argument or humor tool, but he didn't care about that at the moment.

Sans was a bit taken aback by the comment. “Would you rather have me complain about having a bad day or just being in a bad mood? It's more often than you think.”

“No, Sans, I just want something from you!” He exclaimed, sighed, crossed his arms, and looked away from his brother. “Do you remember when we were little, you would give me piggy back rides and tell me stories off the top of your head?”

Sans nodded.

“The stories would be different each time, but always related to your feelings for that day or just how your day was,” he stared at the ground for a second, then returned his gaze back to its original point. “I missed those fun stories, they were so… Abstract and extravagant,”

He smiled to himself, but then returned to his frown. “Then they slowly began to feel more and more forced to have a happy ending, until, finally, you just started to read me that silly book.”

Sans did remember that, if only he could remember what exactly caused that, but most of his childhood was just a blur.

“Brother, I don't know what happened, but I miss those times,” He continued. “I miss you expressing yourself in little odd ways. But most of all, I miss you. I just want my older brother back.”

The shorter skeleton stood silent, but soon began to walk towards his brother, Papyrus flinched slightly as his shorter brother hugged him. Hesitantly, he bent down awkwardly and hugged him back.

“I'm sorry, Pap,” he cleared his voice. “I just don't want to bring you down.”

“The only thing that's bringing me down is this distance,” tears beckoned to fall, but he blinked them away, the Great Papyrus mustn't cry, at least in public. “I love you, brother, I just need you to talk to me.”

“Okay, bro,” Papyrus was right, Sans hid way too many things, but he had always thought it was for the better, but what good was it doing?

The two let go of each other, Papyrus, whipping up a sincere smile. “Are we good now?” Sans asked.

“Yes, brother,” the taller brother agreed, before walking with his brother back inside.

As they went back inside the room, they could both feel the thick tension, so thick, in fact, they could probably couldn't even cut it with the knife, well, maybe Frisk was a better candidate for things such as that.

All eyes averted from Undyne and Alphys’s stuttering to the two skelebros, who were exchanging glances with each other, mentally arguing on who would be the one to explain what just happened.

“Um,” Papyrus blurted, immediately regretting doing so. “Everything is sorted out now, so we should just go back to having fun.”

“Everything is far from being sorted our, dear,” Mettaton interjected, crossing his arms. “I'm curious as to why him?”

“It wasn't anything personal, Mettaton,” Sans replied, hoping to smooth over the situation.

“I understand that I'm just curious,” he turned back to Alphys, awaiting an answer.

“W-well,” she cleared her throat, preparing herself to speak. “I never installed anything like that in your system, M-Mettaton. I-I knew Asgore would be uncomfortable with it, a-along with Undyne and m-myself, s-since he is more like a father t-to both of us. Anyway, P-Papyrus just didn't feel or seem right, since he and Undyne have a more sibling relationship. The final candidate was Sans, who was so kind to do this for us, e-even after that machine m-messed his hands up so badly.”

Sans still had scars and jagged grooves in his palms from that day, most of the wounds healed, but there are plenty still there as a constant reminder.

“I just find that reasoning difficult to understand considering Sans’s medical history,” he retorted, for someone so “understanding”, he sure acted offended.

Sans’s white pupil disappeared again as the room filled up with silence again and even more tension, both of them were unsure what to say at this point. Everyone’s darted from the short skeleton.

“That's it!” Undyne stomped her foot, stepping in front of her wife, grabbing the knife as she did so, earning back the attention of the room.“Listen here, punk. I'm growing sick of your attitude, I don't know what your problem is, but accusing my friend of some sort of-”

“Undyne, he's right,” Sans interrupted.

“Wait, what?” Undyne blurted unintentionally.

Sans interrupted, staring back at the floor with blank eye sockets. “Back when I was a teenager, I was diagnosed with clinical depression, it's not that big of a deal, everyday people and monsters deal with it every day of their lives, some, not even knowing that it's a problem they have, and they function one day at a time, just like you.”

He looked back up, this time, directly at the robot, point a finger at him as well. “I'm genuinely happy now and functional, so why don't you chill your motor, Mettaton?”

Mettaton had no comment, looking away with a scowl on his face. Sans lowered his hand and sighed. “Now, that's enough of drama for one damn night. Let's just have a good time.”

“Y-yeah!” Undyne exclaimed, trying to bring back the positive energy. “I don't know about you, but I'm ready for some awesome gifts and cake!”

Undyne succeeded, the rest of the night was uneventful as far as drama goes, everyone went back home happy and blissfully unaware of the future that was at hand.

…

“Ugh!” Undyne groaned, lounging on the couch in front of the TV, poking her abdomen. “When the hell is this damn baby coming?”

It had been almost seven-and-a-half months since the baby shower, Undyne was due a few weeks ago, but the baby didn't seem to care, sure, there were false alarms, but that's about it. The lab had a few adjustments as well, a new nursery was added, along with a couch that sat in front of the huge screen, that used to be used for security cameras to track the human, now, it had cable feature added.

The captain of the Royal Guard couldn't care less about what was on television at the moment, though. She just wanted, as she would put it, “this thing” out of her. She was tired of sitting on her rump, she wanted to train with Papyrus or just herself, but the little monster inside wouldn't let her, earning herself maternity leave from anything she considered fun.

“Should be here any day now, Undyne,” Alphys wearily answered, she was just as ready as her wife was, she needed to stop being rudely woken up to a false alarm, if she was going to be woken up, it should be for the actual thing.

Alphys walked over and handed Undyne a cup of tea, the fish lady sitting up and propping herself on her arm, to give room to her very sleep deprived bride on the couch. “That's what you always say.”

“That’s the o-only t-thing I can say truthfully,” she took a sip of her tea, she made it a tad bit too sweet, oh well. “If I c-could just magically make it happen, I-I would.”

“There is still the option for a c-section,” Undyne took a sip as well, a bit too salty this time, but she wasn't too picky.

“You rejected that option last time because you wanted to do it the ‘hardcore’ and ‘natural’ way. As you put, ‘Just how my awesome ancestors before me did it,” Alphys added air quotes, emphasizing her irritation.

“Oh yeah,” the blue-scaled creature leaned her head back, searching for an idea. “We could try searching for one of those home remedies or whatever.”

“Those never work, only make a mess,” she took another sip, yup, still too sweet. “I don't want s-screw up anything with the process either.”

“Fair point, I guess,” Undyne was tired of this, not sure if he was more tired of the conversation or the pregnancy itself.

“I-I know one thing, we need more s-sleep than what we’re getting,” Alphys definitely had a fair point there.

“Agreed,” She nodded, then took another sip of her tea, eh, it was slightly better.

Undyne slowly spun around, pushed herself backward, and laid her head on the yellow lizard-like monster’s lap, it was quite comfortable. Alphys ran her fingers gently through her love’s scarlet hair. The calming situation made the two doze off, but Alphys was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door, Undyne was always difficult to wake up.

She slipped from under her and softly made her way to the door. When she opened it, she was greeted by Sans and Papyrus, carrying gym bags in their hands.

“O-oh hey, guys,” she welcomed. “U-uh, what's g-going on?”

“We were making sure you both were okay,” Papyrus stated truthfully. “You've seemed a little… Uh…”

“Bone tired,” Sans joked, making his brother glare at him, along with Alphys. “What?”

“Nothing,” Papyrus groaned. “Anyway, we’re worried about your and Undyne's health.”

“We just haven't gotten m-much sleep because of all the f-false alarms,” Alphys rubbed her eye, trying to keep herself awake just a bit longer. “We're fine, I-I promise.

“I suppose,” the taller one sighed.

“Well,” Sans piped up. “We think we should move in temporary, ya know, to help around the place and stuff.”

"I-I appreciate the gesture, r-really I do,” she replied. “But I-I think we really are fine.”

“Obviously, you're not,” Sans bluntly said, then sighed. “Look, you two need help, I don't want to be forceful, but this is becoming unhealthy and unSANSitary.”

“Did you just make a pun with your own name?” Papyrus asked, somewhat confused.

“Yup and I'm proud of it,” Sans admitted, jokingly, then returned to his original tone. “Anyway, we just want to help you two.”

“I-I understand that, b-but-”

“Uh, Alphys,” Undyne’s voice interrupted her, making all three of them face her.

“What, now?” Alphys groaned once she turned to her wife, though, her eyes widened. Undyne was surrounded by some type of liquid.

“I think my water just broke,” Undyne was just as surprised as Alphys.

“Oh, crap!” Alphys ran over to her wife as the two skeletons did as well. “O-okay! Dammit! The closest legit monster hospital is on the surface!”

“Here's what we’re going to do,” Sans declared. “Papyrus, carry Undyne!”

“Alright!” Papyrus picked up his mentor, his arms between the underside of her knees and head and neck, with a bit of trouble since she was not only not to fond of the plan already, feeling that she looked rather weak being carried around like a princess, but she also was very heavy.

“I hate to do this, but we’re going to have to take a shortcut,” he stated.

“Are you sure that will be safe for Undyne and the baby?!” Alphys questioned.

“What other option do we have?!” He countered the question.

She stood silent.

“Everyone, hang on!” Sans commanded as everyone gripped on his jacket.

Snap!

Undyne felt a sudden jump, almost as if the force of the teleport pushed the baby further. The friends rushed into the hospital, Undyne winced as the contractions began, full force, Alphys yelled at the nurse, gaining their attention. The four were soon surrounded by nurses as Papyrus was ordered to place Undyne on a gurney, they followed her and the crowd of nurses to a maternity ward room.

“Whoa there, guys,” a female nurse stopped the friend. “Only the partner and/or the father of the patient can be with her at this time. So, who is her partner?”

“I-I am,” Alphys stuttered, the nurse raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Well, who is the father?” She asked, looking at the two skeletons.

“Technically, I am,” Sans raised his hand slightly then put it back down as he stepped forward.

“Well, this is an odd circumstance,” she placed a hand on her hip. “Anyway, enter please.”

“You're okay by yourself, right, Papyrus?” Sans asked, turning towards him before he went inside.

“The Great Papyrus can handle himself, brother!” He exclaimed proudly. “Just, please make sure Undyne is okay.”

“Will do, bro,” he nodded, then went inside, the nurse shutting the door behind him.

Alphys and Sans rushed to Undyne’s side, Alphys grabbing her hand as Undyne held back screams of pain. Sans placed his hand on top of Alphys’s hand, earning a quick glance from her, but she averted back to the situation at the time.

“Alright, Mrs. Undyne,” one of the nurses called. “Are you ready?”

“Just get on with it!” She screamed, pain prevalent in her voice, Alphys squeezed her hand in reassurance.

“I need you to push for me, alright?” The nurse gingerly told.

She did as she was told with another scream, as she squeezed Alphys’s hand, as the yellow monster quietly whimpered at the slight, sudden pain.

“You got this, Undyne!” Sans cheered. “I'm rooting for ya!”

The fish-like monster nodded as she was commanded to push again, doing the same thing once again, tears beginning to well up in her eyes, earning squeeze to her wife’s hand. This time, Alphys only winced.

“Damnit! I can't do this!” She cried, choking on her own tears.

“We didn't go through all this trouble just to give up! That isn't like you!” Sans exclaimed, slightly squeezing Alphys’s hand. “Stay determined, dammit!”

“We need another push, you're doing great!” The nurse encouraged.

She did as she was told, yet again, screaming a bit louder.

“They've breached!” The nurse exclaimed. “One, two, three!”

Undyne yelled as she pushed once again, not squeezing Alphys’s hand as hard this time, the shorter wife could tell her lover was losing her will and strength.

“U-Undyne, please!” Alphys barked. “I promised we'd work t-together, and I intend on keeping that promise, b-but you need to keep your side of the bargain! S-so don't give up and leave me!”

Sans glanced over at Alphys, but too quickly for her to notice, he felt somewhat appreciative of Alphys at that moment, though, he couldn't quite explain why exactly. The Royal Guards-woman squeezed her hand in agreement, soon ordered to push once again, and did so.

“One more strong one, okay?” The nurse coaxed. “One, two, three!”

The final push was given, along with a shout of agony from Undyne, and another piercing cry a few seconds later of the new born baby.

“It's a girl!” The nurse cheered.

Alphys smiled at her wife as tears fell down her face as Undyne did the same. She climbed up to kiss her love’s head as Sans let go and stood back from the bed, admiring the couple.

“Sans, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” Alphys asked, turning towards him.

“Nah, you should do it, you’re her wife,” he put his hands up in defense just to put them back down.

She didn't bother to argue and walked over to do the deed. With a simple snip, she was given the baby in a small pink blanket.

The baby looked more so like Undyne, with her blue color and scales, but had a small tail trying to poke out the bottom of the blanket. She seemed so peaceful and quiet now, not to mention the most beautiful baby Alphys has ever seen, even if her opinion at that moment was a little bit biased.

“Do we have a name, yet?” The nurse asked gently and kindly, almost seeming to be a bit excited for the infant.

“Do we, Undyne?” Alphys asked, turning to her wife, who seemed to be asleep until she noticed that her chest wasn't lifting up and down. “Undyne?!”

“Take her to urgent care, now!” Two other nurses quickly grabbed the gurney and ran it out the door, as another gently took the baby from her mother, the mother willingly giving her to them, as she attempted to follow the nurse crowd, but Sans interrupted her pace with his arm in the doorway.

“Sans! Let me go!” She cried, trying to push him out of the way. “I need to go help her!”

“The nurses will help her!” He replied, adding more force as she did the same thing.

“But she needs me! She needs…” she weakened her fight until she stopped completely. “She needs… me.”

The skeleton shifted over to hug her as she sobbed hysterically into his shoulder. “You're going to be okay. They're doing everything they can.”

“Why aren't you telling me she's going to be okay?” She whimpered. “I know I will, why can't you say that about her?!”

“Alphys…” He tightened the hug as she sobbed harder.

“W-what just happened?” A sudden, shaky voice asked as Sans looked up to meet the eye sockets of his brother. “Why was Undyne rushed somewhere?”

“I… I don't know,” he answered honestly. “They are going to do everything they can, whatever it's for.”

“I h-hope she'll be okay,” Papyrus stuttered, he was just as worried as everyone.

“Me too, Pap,” Sans agreed.

Sans let go of Alphys as she did the same but quickly gripped his arm like a clingy, nervous child would to their parent during a bad thunderstorm. Then, they made their way outside of the room and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

The royal scientist eventually fell asleep on Sans shoulder, finally getting the sleep she needed, and snoring quietly.

“Do you really think Undyne is going to be okay?” Papyrus whispered, not even facing his brother, his gaze seemed as if it was off somewhere else in the universe.

“I honestly don't know, bro,” he replied. “All we can do right now is hope.”

Silence pierced the room.

“Sans,” Alphys called, causing him to turn his head her direction. “Remember when Undyne and I told you that we wanted you to be the godparent if anything happened to either of us?”

“Yeah,” Sans replied, he knew where this was going,

“Good,” she didn't proceed the conversation further, she knew the Sans knew what she meant.

Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days until the nurse finally came out of that room, distress drawn all over her face. She removed her surgical gloves and mask as the three friends stood up in the sight of her.

“I need Mrs. Alphys and Mr. Sans to come with me, please,” she motioned back over to that horrible room.

Sans looked back at his brother, who placed a hand reassuringly on his shoulder, then sat back down. The shorter brother got the message and followed the nurse, alongside Alphys, who was trembling in fear and anticipation.

Upon entering, they were instantly flooded by the smell of a mixture of fluids and unkept tools that were defiantly overdue for a cleaning. Presented in front of them was a table that had been covered by a thin, yellow-white sheet, surrounded by the same nurse from before, who all shared the same look: failure.

Once the two stood feet from the table, the nursed gingerly pulled back the sheet to reveal a small pile of dust. Alphys screamed as Sans simply starred in shock. How could this possibly happen to Undyne the Undying? Sure, Sans thought about this happening, but he never would've fully accepted it as a possible reality.

“N-no!” Alphys shook her head as she covered her mouth in shock, feeling both nauseous and emotionally disturbed. “T-that's not her, i-is it?! I-it can't be!”

The head nurse turned her head away in disgrace.

“No. No. No! No! It's not her!” She began to look around, forcing herself to laugh. “C-come on, Undyne! This i-isn't f-funny anymore! Joke’s over!”

“Alphys,” the skeleton muttered, reaching a hand out to touch her shoulder, but it was quickly slapped away as she turned back to him.

“N-no! Don't act like s-she's dead! She isn't!” She was in full denial. “She c-can't be! S-She has to come back, b-because she promised s-she wouldn't leave!”

“Alphys, please, I know that this is difficult to accept,” he said, in some odd attempt to calm her down. “But she's gone.”

“B-but she promised,” she said in a voice almost as soft as a whisper. “S-she p-promise she w-wouldn't leave. S-she did.”

Sans pulled her into another hug, she didn't hug back, she simply stood there in silence, as he forced his eyes shut and his tears back.

“S-she promised s-she would never leave m-me,” she whimpered before eventually hugging her friend tightly and sobbed into his shoulder.

“Sometimes promises like that can't be kept,” he somehow got out without enveloping into sobs as well, he knew that too well.

“S-sir,” the nurse called. “I'd like to inform you two that I would like to help in any way that I can, I know how hard it can be to lose someone close to you, so please let me assist you in any way I can.”

At first, Sans was angered by her interruption but then had an idea. “Alphys, did you hear that?”

“Y-yeah,” she managed to let out.

“Do you want to go with her while I go talk to Pap?” He asked, letting go of her as she slowly did the same.

Alphys wiped away her tears and nodded, much like a child who had just gotten teased by a bully and comforted by her caring parent. She then walked over to the nurse and was escorted to a room next to the operating room they used to be in.

Sans walked out the room and down the hall, Papyrus, tearing his gaze from the wall across the hallway that he had been sitting in since the doctors went to the operating room to attempt to bring back Undyne.

“H-how is she?” The tall skeleton stuttered, standing up as Sans stood in front of him. “Is she okay?”

“I uh,” he tried to find the right words but only stammered. “I don't know how to tell ya, Pap. This is… This is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“I-I understand,” Papyrus interrupted Sans’s thoughts, his voice shaky, but then clearing it afterward. “She's gone, isn't she?”

“I'm sorry, bro,” Sans apologized. “If I just declined when Alphys asked me to help, this wouldn't have happened.”

“Sans, this isn't your fault,” he boldly stated. “If they had gotten any other donor, this would've happened either way. She w-would've… Would’ve…”

He covered his mouth, as tears flooded from his eye sockets, then falling to his knees. “Oh, God…”

Sans hugged his brother while Papyrus returned the embrace and sobbed into the shorter brother’s shoulder while he repeated her name over and over again, taking in ever syllable, along with every pleasant memory that went with it until the very last moment.

“It's going to be okay, Pap,” Sans tried to comfort him. “I… I promise.”

The two brothers finally let go, Sans grabbing Papyrus’s shoulder as they did so, forcing his brother to look at him in the eye sockets.

“What I'm about to request you is going to be hard, but I really need you to do it, okay?” He asked.

“O-okay,” the younger brother stuttered, wiping away his tears.

“I'm gonna need you to stay with Alphys while I help with the baby, I don't want her to do anything she may regret,” he told him. “Just until Mettaton comes back from tour, it should only be a week or so.”

“I'll do it,” he nodded, his voice now devoid of emotion.

“Thanks, bro,” Sans quickly hugged him. “I'll be back, I need to see the baby.”

“Where's Alphys?” He questioned.

“She's in the room next to the operating room, she's talking to the nurse that helped us earlier, she said she would help her,” he answered.

“Okay,” Papyrus stood back up, he even walked with no emotion, that kind, innocent, and positive brother was gone, and Sans wasn't too sure if he was ever coming back.

Sans shook his head of his thoughts and walked down the hallway, this time, he was on his way to the nursery.

As he walked down the corridor, many monsters passed, some in worse condition than others, but, in this very moment, he shared some emotions as they did, and he felt that which he didn't quite feel very often. He felt the anxiety, anticipation, worry, and some with sadness and anger as well, all of it, they were shared with him and other monsters at the hospital, for once in a long time, he felt that he could relate to another monster about how he felt. Though this definitely wasn't the place to feel relatable, in fact, he wished it was the least relatable place.

Sans was snapped out of his thoughts when he stood in front of the nursery. He had observed that the hospital was very outdated and this wasn’t any exception. Regardless of observations, Sans had a mission: to make sure the baby was there safe and sound. He took a look inside of it, peering through the gigantic panel of windows. There was the baby, sleeping quietly, she looked just like Undyne.

Sans smiled, though, it was a sad smile, it was a happy one too.

The baby woke up, with a small yawn, it looked up at Sans and giggled, this made him laugh a little bit until he examined her eyes. Her eyes were mostly normal, except for the blueish tint in her left eye. The skeleton was right, Alphys couldn't avoid natural genetic code.

End of Part II

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #sans #alphyne #sans undertale #alphys #papyrus undertale #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale alphys #undertale undyne #undyne undertale #alphys undertale #undyne #sad #angst #death #major character death

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aroseandapen · 8 years ago

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Complicated

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There’s always a need for more Papyton in this world, so I decided to finally write my own. What better way to do that than to follow along with the 100 Themes list?

Previous (Introduction)/Next (Making History-coming soon)

Rating: Teen Pairing: Setting up for Papyton Word Count: 1634 Summary: How do you woo a robot? It’s all about the timing and playing the game and trying not to play the game and listening to your brother’s advice and... well, how complicated can asking your idol to hang out possibly be?

“DO YOU THINK IT’S BEEN ENOUGH TIME? I MEAN, HE JUST GAVE ME HIS NUMBER LAST NIGHT, BUT DO YOU THINK THAT IT’S ALRIGHT FOR ME TO CALL HIM NOW?”

The glowing eyelights of his brother trailed after him as Papyrus paced back and forth in the kitchen. His phone was gripped tight in his hand, a phone number displayed on the screen as his thumb hovered over the ‘Call’ option. At the rate he was going, he was going to wear a rut into the tiles.

“don’t break your phone, bro.” Sans didn’t seem like he could be bothered to lift his head, skull pillowed against his crossed arms on the table. “you’re going to crush it.”

“I DON’T WANT HIM TO THINK THAT I’M TOO CLINGY!” Papyrus forged onward as if he hadn’t heard him. “I MEAN, YES HE TOLD ME THAT I SHOULD CALL HIM, BUT I DON’T WANT TO DO IT TOO SOON!”

“i don’t know why you gotta wait at all, paps. he gave you his number so you can call him, so why don’ you?”

Papyrus came to a halt to stamp his foot against the floor. “THAT’S BECAUSE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE SUBTLETY OF DATING! THERE’S RULES TO THIS! AND ALTHOUGH I’VE BEEN STUDYING QUITE HARD, THE MANUAL DOESN’T HAVE ALL THE RULES TO IT! THERE’S TONS OF UNWRITTEN ONES, AND YOU HAVE TO BE VERY CAREFUL NOT TO CALL THE OBJECT OF YOUR AFFECTIONS TOO EARLY!”

“heh. guess you’re right, bro.” Sans closed one lazy eyesocket at him, eyelight fixed on him. “but i think you should call him. mettaton’s a real intense guy. don’t want to make him wait for ya.”

Silence fell in the kitchen. Sans continued to gaze up at him as Papyrus stared down at his phone. Various phases of emotion ran through him, each one flickering onto his expression for an instant before it was replaced by the next.

He settled on stunned realization.

“OH MY GOD.”

On the one hand, Papyrus knew that Mettaton was a monster who lived for dramatics. It was his job. Playing games and making well-timed moves was just the sort of thing that he’d expect. If Papyrus didn’t play along, he might think that the skeleton had no class and thus wasn’t worth spending time with. He couldn’t seem to desperate. Yet on the other hand…

Could his brother actually have a point? It made sense. Mettaton was a man of the screen, soaking in the limelight and in the adoration of his peers. If Papyrus left him waiting for too long in this, Mettaton might think that he was disinterested, or that he was the type to keep him sitting around in the dark for no reason. That he was rude and crass and not the type of person that Mettaton would grace his presence with.

That was even worse than not playing the timing game.

“YOU’RE RIGHT!” How complicated all this was. He didn’t know what exactly he was meant to do, but the least risky course of action would be to call as soon as possible. “I’LL CALL HIM NOW!”

His thumb twitched down toward the ‘call’ button, but didn’t quite hit the screen. With eyes fixed once again on his screen, he didn’t see the tilt of amusement in his brother’s grin.

“so?”

Papyrus didn’t look at him. “SO WHAT?”

“you gonna call him or what?”

He clenched his jaw so hard that his teeth squeaked together. The sound made him flinch ever so slightly. Why was it so hard to call?

“OF COURSE I AM! WHAT’S IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING?”

Out of his periphery, he saw Sans shrug.

“i dunno. guess i’m no expert on phones, but it sort of looks like you… aren’t calling him.”

“I AM,” he snipped back, frowning down at his phone. “I’M JUST… WORKING UP TO IT.”

“ah. sure, gotcha bro.”

Papyrus’ gaze flicked up toward his brother, brow bones drawn together. The tone was kept neutral, but Papyrus knew Sans. He was being made fun of, or goaded, or something of that nature. His frown deepened, and he spun on his heel with a noise of disgust, poised to stomp out of the kitchen.

“UGH, YOU’RE IMPOSSIBLE! I’M GOING TO MY ROOM, WHERE I CAN HAVE SOME PRIVACY, AND NOT HAVE YOU LISTENING IN ON MY VERY PERSONAL PHONE CALLS TO METTATON THAT I AM ABSOLUTELY GOING TO MAKE WITHOUT A MOMENT MORE OF HESITATION!”

“sounds like a plan,” Sans drawled back in that same unimpressed voice that was driving Papyrus up the wall.

“YES! IT IS! DON’T FALL ASLEEP AT THE TABLE WHILE I’M GONE! I KNOW YOU HAVE WORK TODAY AND I’M NOT GOING TO STAND FOR YOU MISSING OUT ON IT BECAUSE I’M BUSY WITH A PHONE CALL!” He threw a scolding glare over his shoulder, before he at last hurried from the kitchen to make a beeline for the safety of his room.

As soon as his door shut behind him and he was alone, Papyrus felt a rush of relief. He loved his brother dearly, but he couldn’t take the expectancy of having his side of the phone conversation listened in on. He was already anxious enough! Mettaton was someone that he’d looked up to for so long now, since the celebrity first appeared on the screens in the Underground. He didn’t even know that his own best friend had already known him! Personally! Not until she’d told him, shortly after the barrier had broken under rather mysterious circumstances.

Papyrus had felt cheated! How could Undyne have kept such valuable information from him, knowing how the skeleton adored everything MTT?

Regardless, all that was in the past now, and somehow Papyrus’ drunken self had managed to obtain his idol’s personal phone number, with the offer to hang out once they were sober. He could feel the warm glow in his cheekbones, along with the nervous flutter in his soul. Oh what had it been that had so charmed Mettaton enough to give him this number? Could he replicate it when they hung out again?

Maybe he should just be constantly drunk in all of their interactions?

He shook his head. That was silly! Surely all he’d need to do would be to keep honest at all times and not spend so much time worrying over how to impress Mettaton! Of course. That was what it said to do in his dating manual. Not that it was a date! Just… great advice that he could apply to his very friendly and very platonic hang outs!

Right! They were just going to spend some fun platonic time together!

With that in mind, Papyrus finally worked up the courage to hit the ‘call’ button. He held it to the side of his skull, listening to it ring once… twice… three times… fou—

“Hello?”

At the sound of Mettaton’s voice, Papyrus’ fragile confidence in the call near-failed him. He faltered, almost dropping his phone in surprise. A part of him hadn’t even expected Mettaton to answer at all!

“H-HELLO METTATON! IT IS I, PAPYRUS! YOU GAVE ME Y-YOUR NUMBER LAST NIGHT!” Curse the stammer and the anxious warble of his voice. He winced at the echo of his voice through the speaker. How uncool of him. Mettaton probably thought so too!

“Ahh, the birthday boy.” The way that Mettaton purred out the words had Papyrus flushing. “I’m glad you called so soon. You don’t have too bad a hangover, I hope.”

“NOT AT ALL! I AM A MAN OF IRON WILL AND MAGIC! I WILL NOT BE CONQUERED BY ALCOHOL!”

There was a soft noise on the other end of the line and… was Mettaton laughing at him?

“Good to hear it, Papy—oh, can I call you that? Your name is wonderfully unique, but Papy sounds cute.”

“YES!!! PAPY IS ABOLUTELY FINE!” Mettaton could call him anything, and Papyrus would take to the nickname like a starving man to food.

“Great! Anyway Papy, as I was saying, I’m really glad that you called me so soon, because I wanted to ask you something.”

Half in a daze, Papyrus answered, “YES? WHAT WOULD THAT BE?”

“There’s a new restaurant opening that promises to be one of the most popular in the city, and I just so happen to have some contacts that can get me one of the very first reservations. Would you like to accompany me?”

Mettaton had beat him to the punch of asking to hang out, and had gotten right to the point, too! Papyrus wouldn’t dream of refusing.

“YES! OF COURSE! I’D LOVE TO COME WITH YOU!”

“Great to hear it, darling! It’s a date! I’ll text you my address. Just come by my place by six, and I’ll treat you to a night that you’ll never forget. Goodbye, Papy-dear! I’ll see you then!”

There was a click and the line went dead as Mettaton hung up, leaving Papyrus to stand there in stunned silence.

“GOODBYE…” he said belatedly, with nothing but the quiet of his room to hear him.

Wowie, that had been surprisingly easy, and immensely satisfying. Now he would get to hang out with Mettaton! On a date! On a…

“OH MY GOD.”

Realization hit him in the face like a speeding freight truck. Papyrus all but collapsed, sitting down hard on his bed as the feeling ran out from his legs. He’d just set up a real, actual, romantic date with the coolest, most handsome, most talented inspirations from the Underground. (Aside from himself, obviously)

He’d barely even said a word in the short phone call, and somehow had managed to score a date with the hottest box in the world.

“OH MY GOD, I’M GOING ON A DATE.”

#papyton #undertale #papyrus #mettaton #undertale fanfiction #100 Papyton Themes

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aroseandapen · 8 years ago

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There’s always a need for more Papyton in this world, so I decided to finally write my own. What better way to do that than to follow along with the 100 Themes list?

Next (Complicated)

Rating: Teen Pairing: Setting up for Papyton Word Count: 4322 Summary: It’s Papyrus’ first birthday on the surface, and somehow he ended up getting the biggest monster celebrity to come to it. Cue the struggle to not make everything awkward with his fanboying. Somehow everything works out.

Warnings: Alcohol--not excessive, but Papyrus does drink it.

“so,” Sans began around a mouthful of oatmeal. Bits of mush flecked across the table in front of him. “pap.”

Papyrus grimaced at the sight, resisting the urge to gag. “SANS! DON’T START TALKING WITH FOOD IN YOUR MOUTH!”

He swore that he saw his brother’s grin widen just a bit at his reaction. A firm scolding rose up to his mouth, and Papyrus was prepared to launch into a full blown rant about his brother’s disgusting habits and how anything that he needed to say could just wait until he swallowed, if Sans should protest.

Fortunately, Sans seemed to be on the same page. He didn’t attempt to speak again, finishing what he had in his mouth. Not so fortunately, he didn’t seem to be inclined to start speaking again. It probably wasn’t anything important. Papyrus shouldn’t worry about it. It was probably some silly pun, and Papyrus would regret allowing himself to be led into it.

Despite knowing that… he was still curious about what Sans had been planning to say.

“SO…” Papyrus tried to lead him back into it, fighting not to look down at the spat out food that Sans hadn’t quite had the decency to clean up. When Sans didn’t continue, it was all Papyrus could do not to groan. “…WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY?”

There was a silence, in which Sans took another languid bite of his oatmeal, and in which Papyrus felt like screaming. Just when he was about to push his own bowl away and storm from the table in absolute refusal to entertain his brother’s games, Sans started up again.

“so.” Sans glanced off to the side, at the kitchen wall. “your birthday is coming up pretty soon here, huh?”

Papyrus followed his brother’s gaze, to the big calendar pinned to the wall there. He used it to keep track of events and important things that he had to do, his own handwriting cramped into almost every available space. Sans didn’t write anything on it, but since they had moved into their house on the surface he had dutifully marked off each day that passed.

He didn’t have to see the calendar to know how far away his birthday was. It wasn’t written up there anyway, but that didn’t stop the haunting awareness that it was just a small handful of days away. Papyrus didn’t appreciate the reminder.

“OH.” Hopefully Sans heard the mild surprise that he hoped to force into his voice. “IT IS. I HAVEN’T GIVEN IT VERY MUCH THOUGHT, I GUESS.”

Sans let out a neutral hum. If he saw through Papyrus’s little lie, he didn’t call him out on it. He didn’t even pull his eyes away from the calendar. Papyrus wondered what was going on inside his brother’s skull. He wondered if he’d ever know.

“what do you think about having a birthday party this year? haven’t had one since you were a babybones.”

“NO.” Papyrus answered too fast, and he inwardly cringed at himself. He hurried to amend his mistake. “OBVIOUSLY I’M NOT A BABYBONES ANYMORE, AND BIRTHDAY PARTIES ARE POINTLESS ANYWAY!”

More than that, birthday parties were always a disappointment. It was better to long for a party full of people there to celebrate him turning a year older until his soul ached. Better than to face the sharp, bleak rejection of his peers as he had over and over again. Sans didn’t have to know that, though, and so Papyrus simply ‘grew out’ of having parties. He was an adult skeleton after all.

“that’s true.” It was difficult to tell from Sans’s tone whether he really did agree with Papyrus’s reasoning. “but maybe you might want a party this year? it’s not just your birthday; it’s also your first birthday on the surface. could have a nice little party, all our friends coming over just for you and giving you gifts… sounds nice, don’t it?”

“…YEAH.” Papyrus had to admit that Sans did paint a pretty picture. His chest did an uncomfortable little flop, soul twinging. He wanted to have that party. “I DON’T KNOW, IT’S PROBABLY TOO SHORT OF A NOTICE ANYWAY. EVERYONE’S PROBABLY ALREADY MADE PLANS FOR THAT DAY, IT’S TOO LATE. MAYBE I CAN HAVE A FIRST SECOND BIRTHDAY ON THE SURFACE NEXT YEAR.”

Sans had turned to look at him at this point, but Papyrus dropped his gaze down to the table, staring hard at his food as he pushed the oatmeal around in his bowl. It was cold and unappealing at this point. He probably wasn’t going to finish it.

“nah.” Still Papyrus didn’t look up. “i betcha undyne would drop everything to come to your party. she wasn’t around for it last year, and she’d probably kill you if you deprived her of the chance to come over and celebrate your birthday with you. alphys too, except she probably wouldn’t kill you. she’d probably have a few stern words for ya, though.”

One last pause. “tori and the kid, too. they love ya, bro.”

Papyrus clenched his hand around the spoon handle. Wowie. In just the last year, he’d met so many more people. So many friends. Just the other day he had a picnic with Frisk and Undyne and Alphys, and Undyne had shoved Papyrus right into the pond, laughing at his squawking until Alphys shoved her right in after him.

A smile tugged at his mouth. They were his friends; of course they’d come to his birthday party if he asked them.

Yet he couldn’t shake that anxiety that they wouldn’t, that little twisting in his soul that made his magic shiver in his marrow. What if he was wrong? Papyrus never had any friends before. What if they really didn’t like him as much as he thought that he did.

“so… how’s about it, bro?”

Now more than ever, Papyrus wouldn’t be able to handle their rejection.

“WELL…” He inhaled, letting the air fill up his chest cavity, allowing it to pillow around his soul, feeling his magic pulse through it. He wouldn’t know if he didn’t even try to have a party, huh. They were his friends. They were. “IF IT’S JUST A SMALL PARTY, WITH OUR CLOSEST FRIENDS, I’M SURE THAT IT’D BE FINE.”

The way his brother’s smile warmed was worth the possibility of this blowing up in his face.

“cool. if you want, i can pop by the store after breakfast and pick up some invitations.”

Papyrus shook his head. “NO! I CAN DO EVEN BETTER THAN THAT.” He pushed his bowl away and stood to leave. “YOU STAY RIGHT HERE, AND I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.”

If he was going to be having a birthday party, then he was going to put his all into it. There would be no store-bought invitations and half-baked ideas for Papyrus!

When he returned to the kitchen, it was with an armful of art supplies. He had a ream of colored papers, a variety of glitter pens, and bits of scrap fabric with glue to stick them on. Sans watched curiously as he dumped the armload in the clear space on the table.

“WE CAN MAKE THE INVITATIONS! EACH ONE WILL BE SPECIAL, OF COURSE, AND SINCE WE’RE ONLY INVITING OUR FRIENDS, IT SHOULDN’T TAKE THE TWO OF US TOO LONG TO MAKE THEM ALL.”

He paused, looking from his brother to the pile.

“I MEAN, IF YOU WANT TO HELP ME THAT IS. I THOUGHT IT’D BE FUN IF WE WORKED ON THEM TOGETHER.”

“course i’ll help, bro.” Sans scooted his bowl aside to bowl some of the pile toward him. “what’s the plan?”

Papyrus plopped down into his chair, tearing out a piece of paper to begin folding. “I WAS THINKING ABOUT TURNING THEM INTO ORIGAMI HEARTS! FRISK SHOWED ME HOW TO MAKE THEM—THEY’RE REALLY CUTE! AND THEY’RE FLAT TOO, SO THEY’RE PERFECT FOR WRITING ALL THE INFORMATION ON! AND WE CAN SPICE THEM UP WITH SOME GLITTER AND THINGS, TOO, FOR EXTRA PERSONALIZATION. HERE, I’LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT.”

After making sure that Sans was watching him and not flaking off on him, Papyrus showed him how to do the folds, and after that they settled into work. Between the two of them, the pile of invitations slowly grew. Too many perhaps, considering that Papyrus still didn’t have a great many friends, but he enjoyed the act anyway.

“DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT PEOPLE WILL COME?” Papyrus didn’t look up from what he was doing, dragging a sparkling red line around the border of one of the invitations.

“sure they will. they’d be stupid not to come and hang out with the coolest skeleton ever.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “WELL, THAT’S TRUE…” It didn’t stop his worry that no one would show up, but he appreciated the compliment nonetheless.

“and if they don’t, you’ll still have me, bro. i’ll make sure to eat all of the food, too. i’ve always wondered what those little weenies taste like in a cake. maybe drizzled in ketchup, too…”

Papyrus grimaced. “THAT’S DISGUSTING!”

Sans shrugged, grinning at him. “you never know. maybe it’s actually really good. i’ve got to do it for science.”

“YOU DO NOT!”

People just had to come to his party, if only to stop his brother’s gross eating habits.

Once armed with his own bundle of invitations in his bag, Papyrus went off to deliver them. Sans promised to hand one off to Alphys. The scientist was probably quite busy, and Papyrus didn’t want to bother her, but Sans was interested in asking her a couple of questions, and the party invitation would be a good excuse for it, he told Papyrus. In the meantime, Papyrus would give invitations to Undyne, Frisk, and whoever else came to mind.

First of course was his best friend, and the former captain of the Royal Guard!

Undyne didn’t leave him waiting for long after he knocked, before she threw the door open with a big, toothy grin.

“Hey, Papyrus! What’s up, dude?”

Despite his earlier apprehensions, Papyrus found himself grinning along with Undyne. He was worrying over nothing, wasn’t he? This was Undyne! His friend! Of course she wasn’t going to refuse if he invited her to a birthday party!

“HELLO, UNDYNE, WHAT IS UP?” He began ruffling through his bag, pulling out one of the invitations. “I DECIDED THAT I’M GOING TO BE HAVING A BIRTHDAY PARTY THIS YEAR—BECAUSE IT’S OUR FIRST YEAR ON THE SURFACE—AND I CAME TO PERSONALLY DELIVER ONE OF THESE TO YOU!”

Undyne took the origami heart from them, eyebrows raised as she checked it over. “Oh shoot, your birthday is coming up? I had no clue!” Her eyes widened a fraction. “Dude! That’s so close! Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Papyrus found himself fidgeting with the end of his scarf, trying hard not to avert his gaze. “UM, WELL, I GUESS I JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT. I’VE BEEN QUITE BUSY UP HERE, YOU KNOW AND I SUPPOSE IT JUST… SLIPPED MY MIND?”

And he hadn’t been planning on having a birthday party in the first place, but she didn’t need to know that.

“You big dork. But duh I’m going to come, and I’m going to give you the best ever present too, so just you wait!” Her grin twitched, and Papyrus was suddenly reminded of the few moments just before Undyne initiated snow wrestling. He glanced around just to be sure that there wasn’t any surprise piles of snow that she might have seen. “Hey, you think I can get another of these invitations?”

There was definitely no snow, phew. Papyrus turned his attention back to her. “IS IT FOR ALPHYS? BECAUSE I’M PRETTY SURE THAT SANS IS GOING TO GIVE ONE TO HER, SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT INVITING HER!”

“No, that’s not it! Uh… It looks like you worked really hard on these things! I need a second one that I can put up on my fridge, you know?”

No, Papyrus didn’t really know. He couldn’t see why she wouldn’t put up her own invitation, if that was what she wanted to do. Still, it wasn’t as if there was a scarcity of his invitations, so with a shrug he pulled another out and handed it over.

“OF COURSE! AND IF YOU EVER WANT ME TO TEACH YOU HOW TO DO THEM, I’VE BEEN LEARNING A WHOLE BUNCH OF ORIGAMI STUFF LATELY! IT’S REALLY FUN AND I’M PRETTY MUCH AN EXPERT BY NOW, SO I’D BE HAPPY TO TEACH YOU WHAT I KNOW!”

“I’ll hold you to it then, nerd. Can’t wait for your party! You know I’ll be there!”

After Undyne went back inside and Papyrus went on his way, he felt as if his soul was soaring. Already he had at least one guest! That would make his party his most successful one yet.

He was more excited for his birthday than he’d been in years now.

———————————————————————————

The day of his birthday came and the party was a success. Undyne, Alphys, Frisk, Toriel, even King Asgore, and that little white dog managed to sneak in among his guests. He completely forgot about so many parties left unattended, with so much planned only for Papyrus to be alone with Sans trying to pull together the pieces.

So with so many people here, just for him, it was perfect. There was no way that his party could be any more perfect.

“HELLO, DARLINGS, IT IS I!”

Wait, was that…?

Papyrus whipped his head in the direction of the front door so fast that his skull might’ve flown off with the force of it. Oh my god, it was, Papyrus would recognize that form anywhere.

“M-METTATON?”

The celebrity in question wheeled over, making his way for Papyrus.

“I was so delighted when Alphys gave me the invitation and asked me to grace your party with my wonderful presence. Especially knowing that the birthday boy is a sweet, handsome skeleton such as yourself.”

Yes, this was exactly how Papyrus was going to die.

Past Mettaton, Papyrus saw Undyne, lurking over by the wall with Alphys. When he caught her eye, she gave him a grin and a thumbs up.

‘Happy birthday!’ she mouthed.

Oh. Oh my god. Was this what Undyne meant by his birthday present? Was this why she needed a second invitation?

His cheekbones burned. She got him Mettaton? The Mettaton?! As a guest at his birthday party.

He wasn’t ready for this!

“OH!!! WELCOME, I’M REALLY GLAD THAT YOU COULD MAKE IT, WITH WHAT MUST BE A VERY BUSY SCHEDULE OF YOURS!”

“Of course, darling, anything for a friend of dear Alphys.” He rested a hand on Papyrus’s shoulder, the pressure light but oh my god, Mettaton was touching him. Papyrus was going to die.

Or better than that, he was going to get something to drink. And Mettaton as well. He couldn’t forget to be the gracious host that he needed to be!

“WOULD YOU LIKE A DRINK, METTATON?”

“That’s sweet of you, Papyrus.” There was no mouth to smile, but Papyrus could hear the light amusement and warmth in Mettaton’s voice. “Unfortunately, I don’t have the capacity for drinks when I’m like this. No mouth.”

Papyrus resisted the urge to pull his scarf up over his face. “OH.” Duh. Robot, no mouth, no drinking. What an idiot.

“Thank you, though. I appreciate you thinking of me here when you’re the special one today, birthday boy.”

He was just being nice. It was a celebrity thing, even at a private party as a favor to a friend. Mettaton was just trying to be nice to a fan. And yet Papyrus felt his soul flutter in his chest anyway, and he near sputtered when he rushed to respond.

“OF! OF COURSE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD ALWAYS STRIVE TO BE THE GREATEST HOST—! THANK YOU!”

Mettaton may not be able to drink anything, but Papyrus was ready for a good few hard drinks himself. It was perfect to get rid of all that pesky anxiety roiling in his soul, terrified of humiliating himself in front of the Mettaton. The knot in his ribcage loosened, and as he downed each grand gulp, he really did loosen up and began to just enjoy the party, without worrying over the judgment of certain (famous, handsome, talented, all-around-amazing) guests.

Which he found himself gushing about in the midst of his drunken haze, a heavy orange flush warming his cheekbones.

“Aw, thank you darling, you’re pretty good-looking yourself.”

Papyrus felt himself heating up and he leaned closer, his fingers tightening around the stem of his glass. “THANK YOU! I’VE REALLY BEEN SUCH A BIG FAN OF YOU FOR A LONG TIME. YOU’RE SO TALENTED AND HANDSOME AND RECTANGULAR AND YOU VOICE IS GORGEOUS.”

“You’ve got quite the talent yourself, sweetheart. Did you make the invitations by yourself?”

“YEAH!” His nodding was perhaps a bit more vigorous than was necessary. “I MEAN, MY BROTHER HELPED ME OUT WITH SOME OF THEM, BUT I SHOWED HIM HOW SO THAT EACH ONE WOULD BE SPECIAL!”

“I noticed that they were unique. I ended up getting two of them, after all.”

Papyrus’ eye sockets went wide. “TWO OF THEM?”

Oh god, what if Mettaton thought that he was behind both invitations and decided that he was annoying and clingy because of it? How did Undyne get two of them? Why did she give him two?”

“Yes. One from your… boisterous friend over there…” Mettaton jerked his thumb in the direction of Undyne, and Papyrus near died from embarrassment at the suggestive looks that Undyne was still shooting at the two of them. “…and then one from dear Alphys over there.”

(Who was also giving them looks, apparently. God.)

“WELL I’M SORRY ABOUT THAT. I’M SO HAPPY THAT YOU CAME THOUGH.”

“It’s no problem. The invitations are charming. I love the generous use of glitter. They’re gorgeous.”

‘Gaudy’ was what Sans called them, ‘but in a good way’. Papyrus didn’t know what that meant, but he was glad to hear that Mettaton liked them.

“THANK YOU!!! I’VE BEEN DOING A LOT OF CRAFTS SINCE WE CAME UP TO THE SURFACE—HUMANS HAVE ENTIRE STORES DEDICATED TO ONLY CRAFT SUPPLIES! HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO ONE? THEY’RE WONDERFUL!”

“Oh? Sometime after your party you’ll have to show me some of your work.”

“ABSOLUTELY, YES!”

“alright folks, time for a birthday classic: ‘pin the tail on the donkey’!”

Sans was standing in the middle of the room, holding a blindfold aloft. When he’d gotten those things were beyond Papyrus, because they certainly did not plan on pin the tail on the donkey as a game. Papyrus narrowed his eye sockets at his brother, unable to glance over at Mettaton.

“SANS, THAT IS A GAME FOR BABYBONES!”

“c’mon bro, let’s get some healthy competition in here.”

“Sounds fun!” Before Papyrus could continue his reprimand, Mettaton cut in, draping an arm around Papyrus’ shoulders. “But if you were intimidated by my prowess I would absolutely understand.”

Intimidated? Him?

“OH, NO NO, I AM THE MASTER OF ALL SORTS OF GAMES INVOLVING BLINDFOLDS AND PINS! I WILL DESTROY YOU IN PINNING THIS TAIL ON THIS DONKEY!”

For some reason, his comment had Mettaton laughing, withdrawing his arm from around Papyrus’ shoulder to press a fist to his display screen. “Of course, darling. Just wait until I’ve pinned that tail spot on.”

“YOU ARE ON, METTATON!”

Never had Papyrus been so hyped up to annihilate someone at a children’s party game. He pushed away, immediately swaying in place as the room spun around him. Oh right. Might be a bit of a handicap since he’d had a few drinks.

No matter. Mettaton would need that handicap with Papyrus’ incredible skills.

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His skull throbbed. He massaged his fingers against it, leaning into his hand as he sat at the kitchen table. There was the hum of voices coming from the other room, mingled with the music of the continuing party. Most of his guests had been concerned, but Papyrus had assured that he’d be right back, after he sat down for a little bit.

Mettaton stood next to him, a reassuring hand rubbing his back.

“Are you feeling alright, darling? Do you need me to call your brother in here?”

Papyrus waved him off, biting back a groan at the splitting pain in his head. “NO, NO, LET HIM HAVE FUN. HE’S PROBABLY BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS LONGER THAN I HAVE. ARE YOU ALRIGHT, METTATON? I’VE GOT BONES OF STEEL.”

Unlike humans, skeletons weren’t exactly in danger of brain damage. The pain would pass and Papyrus would be fine. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he’d damaged Mettaton’s body.

“You’re fine. I’ve got a body of steel—well, maybe not steel, but I’m made of some tough, high-quality materials as befitting of an entertaining robot.”

Good. Papyrus gave him a strained smile through the pain. “I’M GLAD OF THAT. I’M SORRY I TRIPPED AND BASHED MY HEAD AGAINST YOUR SCREEN LIKE THAT. YOU SHOULD GO HAVE FUN THOUGH. I’LL COME OUT SOON.”

He still couldn’t believe that the moment that his brother had tied the blindfold around his face for his turn, Papyrus had managed to lose his balance in his sightlessness, and knocked his skull right into Mettaton’s face. It’d been so uncool of him.

Mettaton hadn’t made him feel bad about it once, though.

“No, I’ll stay with you tonight, birthday boy. I wouldn’t want you to be miserable and alone on your birthday.” There was a smile in his voice, though there was no mouth to smile with, and the robot leaned in close. “Why don’t you tell me about what you like doing when you aren’t too busy falling for me?”

If Mettaton had eyes in his current form, Papyrus would swear that he’d be winking at him.

“WELL, I’M QUITE THE CHEF…!”

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They chatted for much of the night, well after the pain in Papyrus’ skull had faded. He didn’t even realize how long they’d been in the kitchen until Mettaton caught sight of the time, and announced that he needed to leave for the night.

“Tonight was a blast, darling, I’d love to spend more time with you sometime. Here you go, if you can remember tomorrow.” An arm extended, a slip of paper in hand. With a number on it.

Oh god, Mettaton was giving him his number.

Papyrus’s cheekbones flushed with more than the alcohol now.

“YES! YES, I’D LOVE TO CALL YOU! AND SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU, I MEAN!”

The lights on his front panel flashed in what seemed to be amusement. “Glad to here it. I can’t wait for your call, then, Papyrus, good night sweetheart!”

“GOODNIGHT METTATON! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING! AND FOR YOUR NUMBER!”

He felt like he was in a daze, and not just from the alcohol. The rest of the night passed by without him remembering much other than bits and pieces of it—saying goodbye to one or two people, Undyne nudging him hard in the ribs and winking at him as she left, falling into bed—and all the while he kept glancing at the little slip of paper that Mettaton had given him.

Best birthday party ever. He was so glad that Sans had talked him into having one.

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Papyrus stood in the kitchen, staring blankly at the calendar on the wall, at the little red line marking out his birthday as another day passed. The card was in his hand, his fingers fidgeting with edges, bending in the corners. There was a part of him that still couldn’t believe that this was happening, that the entirety of yesterday was an alcohol-induced dream, and any moment now he’d have an abrupt awakening, and it will have all been fake.

He became aware of Sans’s presence at his side. Papyrus didn’t know when his brother had gotten there, but there they both were now, staring like a couple of boneheads at the wall.

“lots of days have passed by, huh? can’t believe we made it—here on the surface so long that you had a birthday up here and everything.”

That wasn’t what Papyrus had been thinking, but now that Sans brought it up, he realized that his brother was right. So many red lines, each one marking the passage of time. Each one another day spent on the surface.

And the last one was his birthday. His birthday where he had gotten the Mettaton’s personal phone number.

“OH MY GOD.” He said the words with a soft exhale. His gaze was on the wall, but he was hyper-aware of the paper in his hand. “YEAH.”

Out of his periphery, he saw his brother tilt his head to look up at him. Papyrus was too dazed to return the look.

“wonder how many more, huh?”

Well that was ominous. Papyrus tore his eyes away to lock gazes with his brother—dark sockets meeting empty ones. He shivered, but forced a smile onto his face.

“PLENTY MORE FOR ME TO PLAN NEXT YEAR’S PARTY! MORE GAMES, MORE FUN, MORE INVITATIONS! JUST WAIT, YOU’LL SEE SANS. THERE’LL BE A MILLION MORE LINES ON THE CALENDAR!”

“heh.” The lights returned to his brother’s eye sockets, an amused tilt to his grin. “can’t wait, bro.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence. Papyrus found that, for the very first time, he was excited for the next year, and for his next birthday to come. He was glad that Sans suggested it this time, and that he agreed to it. It turned out to be his best year yet. Lost in his thoughts for the future, Papyrus almost forgot the reason he’d been standing so absentmindedly in the kitchen in the first place. Almost, until…

“so when’re you planning to call him up?”

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