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Papyrus stared blankly at the girl in front of him. Honestly, he knew this was coming a long while before now. It was obvious. Her frequent glances, her cheeks so quick to blush, her not-so subtly stalking him as he walked home. Really, Papyrus should’ve done something about it before, but he just didn’t care.
“Here!” She shoved the letter into his hands. “I-It’s for you…”
Papyrus smirked. She was a lovely shade of ruby, and it was pretty funny to watch her all flustered. “a letter? really?”
“I-I uhm-!” She turned away in shame, which only made Papyrus grin more. “I understand it’s a b-bit-!”
“a bit cliche? dorky? cowardly?”
She nodded.
“well, at least your aware.” Most girls who confess to him –which were not very far and few between– either end up broken down in tears or furious with him. What could he say, it was fun to mess with their heads. “welp, thanks.” Papyrus ripped it in half. “but no thanks.”
To his surprise, she didn’t start crying. Huh. He was sure she was going to do that. But instead she reached into her bag and pulled out another letter, holding it out tentatively. “I, uhm, thought you might do that… so here’s this one…”
Papyrus snorted, “wait, seriously?”
She nodded.
Papyrus stared at her for a long moment, his purple eyelights unmoving as he scanned her body. She certainly wasn’t unattractive. He tilted his head, envisioning her in his bed. It seemed as though she caught onto his staring, considering she began to blush deeper, shrinking deeper into her long scarf as if that would protect her. It wouldn’t.
He took it, this time opening it.
“W-wait! D-don’t open it yet! Let me, uhm-!” She looked from side to side, looking for an escape.
Papyrus eyed her disinterestedly, “don’t move.”
To Papyrus’ amusement, she did as she was told, only burning that pretty ruby color. He didn’t even notice the smile that played on his teeth as he read the letter.
“Dear Papyrus,
If you are reading this, it must mean you’ve destroyed my first letter.”
“wow, you really prepared for everything.”
“O-oh…” She squirmed under his gaze, playing with her feet. “Thank you.”
“it wasn’t a compliment.”
“I know.”
Papyrus eyed her curiously, before going back to the letter.
“First-”
“oh, don’t tell me you made a list.”
“Uh-! S-sorry!” She quickly sputtered.
Papyrus ignored her.
“First, I’d like to say that there are no hard feelings about the whole destroying-my-first-letter thing. You probably don’t care, which I understand, I just want you to know I’m not sad about that.
Second, I wanted to write a letter to you to express my feelings for you. I’ve known you for quite a bit, now, mostly through your brother. Because of this, I’ve decided to be honest with you and come out completely clean. I’ve developed strong feelings for you. Not platonic feelings, but romantic. You’re intelligent, attractive, interesting, strong in so many ways, and you’re so compassionate with your brother that it takes my breath away. I guess you could say that I’ve fallen head over heels for you.”
Papyrus couldn’t believe what he was reading. He started to laugh, “strong in so many ways?”
“I-I-I-! Uh-hm-!”
“y-y-y-you what?” Papyrus mocked.
“I-I really think you are Papyrus!” She found her voice, surprising him ever so slightly once again. “Not only physically (which you are!), but also mentally and emot-!”
“stop.” Papyrus played it off as apathy, but –for some unusual reason that he couldn’t quite place– he didn’t want her to continue.
“Third, I know you don’t… feel things the same as others. You probably couldn’t care less about me, this letter, or even the weather outside right now.”
Not true. Papyrus liked the sun, it was warm.
“But that doesn’t change my feelings at all! I still think you’re wonderful, and I only wrote this to be honest with you. I don’t expect anything like you reciprocating my feelings or even a date, really. I’m just happy that you know.
Signed, Your’s Truly”
“pfft, your’s truly?”
“I-It’s… truly me?”
Papyrus laughed loudly. At least she had a sense of humor. Not that he should even give this human the time of day, but something peeked his interests. Curiosity, boredom, one of those most likely.
“wow, this is –heheh!– this is really somethin’!” Papyrus laughed again, “you really just wanted me to know?”
She nodded.
“hahaheheh! that’s hysterical…”
“D-did you… like it?”
“this letter? no. it was awfully corny, and to sweet for my tastes.” Papyrus eyed her reaction, but she made no sad movements.
“That’s fair.”
“… at the very least, though, it surprised me.”
And it was as if a ray of light shined in the girls expression, her shy and electrifying eyes for the first time meeting his dark and dim eye lights. Her smile was so innocent, it could only be worn by an angel.
She honestly had no idea what she was getting into. The baggage Papyrus carried, his LV alone should’ve been enough to scare her away, and if not his LV then maybe the fact that he’s slaughtered so much of her kind before and after the peace treaty.
But most shockingly of all, Papyrus’ hadn’t been able to feel his soul in decades. Not a beat, not a drop; nothing but emptiness. He was sure by now it was gone, if not rotten to the core so dark that it doesn’t have the strength to give another emotional beat.
Would she still be beaming if he told her that? Would she still want him after what he’s done? Probably not. And it’d be hilarious to watch her running screaming in the other direction.
But…
It had been so long since someone had looked at Papyrus like that, genuinely. And he’s done so much already to scare her off, and here she still is? What’s the harm in playing with this bundle of joy a little longer? And if he got bored, how fun would it be to see her sobbing when he’d crush her heart?
“fine. let’s go on a date.”
The girl faltered, amusingly. “A-a what??”
“you said your head over heels for me, right?” Papyrus chuckled when she hid her face in embarrassment. “then let’s go on a date.”
“Your… your not being serious with me?” She looked at Papyrus, quizzically.
Papyrus genuinely grinned for just a second. “heh. smart girl. no. i’m not joking, i’m serious. let’s go on a date. unless… you don’t want-?”
“No! No! I just wasn’t expecting-!”
“i don’t like you at all, honey. but i don’t dislike you either, so consider it a passing boredom for me and a lucky break for you.” Papyrus mused, neutral.
“Of course.” The girl smiled, something Papyrus found unusual considering his harsh words. “And, thank you!”
“jeez, you really are desperate.”
She shook her head, “Not for agreeing to go on a date with me, for reading my letter! Truly, it means a lot to me!”
…
Why did Papyrus like that?