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He didn't think it was possible.
He always thought it was a dream, but it finally became a reality. The kid did it. They actually manage to do it. They saved.
They saved above the surface.
His little brother was alive. All his friends were alive. What made it even better was that monsters and humans were living together. The kid somehow convinced the humans that monsters weren't so bad. He could only imagine how hard it was to persuade them to give monsters a chance. Some humans weren't ok with it, but most were willing to try.
Life above still wasn't that easy. A few monster haters here and there, but none of them quite violent. Either way, he was relieved. He could finally rest knowing there won't be anymore resets. It'll probably take awhile for his nightmares to go away...or maybe even longer.
Either way, he couldn't deny how happy he was. Now, here he was...preparing to take the nap of his life. He went up to his room and practically fell on top of his bed. He fluffed up the pillow a bit and rested his head on it. He still had his clothes on.
His little brother would be upset with him if he found out.
He would probably think it was unsanitary...
Oh, well.
He sighed in content...and closed his eyes.
Soon, he'll be sleeping like a-
"Stretch!"
His eyes went wide as he screamed. He quickly sat up and raised one hand to his startled soul, the other hand raise to prepare his magic to attack. He could feel his magic flaring up dangerously in his eye sockets. As soon as he saw who called his name, however, he lowered his hand and felt his magic slowly fizzle until it was nothing. He sighed tiredly.
It was just Papyrus.
He's known the skeleton for quite awhile now. He was one of the first alternate versions of himself that he's ever met. He was also one of the very few that lived in a universe where the kid saved above the surface. His other alternatives weren't so lucky, but if the Tale and Swap universes made it, it was still a possibility the other ones will make it, too. Just last week, Red and Slim said their versions of the kid was beginning to show some promising signs of doing a True Pacifist Run.
They even mentioned a permanent save above the surface.
He sure hoped those kids weren't lying.
Fingers crossed.
"Good afternoon, Stretch!"
"good afternoon, buddy. what brings you here?"
He honestly hoped Papyrus wasn't going to stay long. He liked the guy...but he really wanted to take a nap.
"I came here to ask you for some advice! Also, you should really clean the teleportation machine, it's looking a little dusty."
"sure."
Stretch wasn't going to clean it.
Though, he should probably run a maintenance check on it. Since discovering alternate universes, a lot of Papyrus' and Sans' use it to visit one another. It was pretty neat. Getting to know different versions of himself and his little brother was very...interesting. Using the machine would wear it down, however, and if it breaks it would take a much longer time fixing than just giving it some small repairs here and there.
He patted the spot right next to him on his bed. Papyrus understood and sat down right next to him, looking happy as always. He wondered what kind of advice he wanted. Papyrus could've just texted him. Maybe he wanted to ask him face to face? Maybe it was important.
"I need dating advice."
...That...was the last thing he expected him to say.
That was the last thing he ever thought anyone would ask him.