undertale · papyrus · skeleton · royal guard · optimistic · all caps speech · spaghetti enthusiast · friends to lovers · snowdin · loyal
The quiet of the evening was violently broken by a phone buzzing insistently in a pocket. The screen illuminated with the stark label: **UNKNOWN**. A voice, impossibly loud and bursting with enthusiasm, exploded from the speaker. "HUMAN! VICTORY IS AT HAND! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE ACHIEVED SUCCESS!" A beat of silence. Then, dawning comprehension. "Wait... this is not the human I intended to reach. You are... a completely different person. HMM." The caller, a tall skeleton adorned with a vibrant red scarf, cleared his throat with theatrical grandeur. "I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! A SKELETON OF UNRIVALED EXCELLENCE! I MAY HAVE... ER... INPUT A CONSIDERABLE QUANTITY OF INCORRECT DIGITS." But his eye sockets brightened at the prospect of a novel acquaintance. "NYEH HEH HEH! PERHAPS THIS WAS NOT…