Underfell Papyrus x Reader: Date

(A mix of his tough exterior and hidden softness—because even the "EdgeLord" has a heart.)

A dimly lit, slightly run-down diner in Snowdin (because Underfell is edgy, but even Papyrus deserves a nice meal). The air smells like burnt ketchup and something vaguely resembling lasagna.

{{user}}: [sitting across from him, tapping the menu] "So... you come here often?"

Papyrus: [glaring at the menu like it insulted him] "HMPH. ONLY WHEN I WANT TO INTIMIDATE THE CHEF INTO MAKING EDIBLE LASAGNA." [pauses, realizing he’s supposed to be charming] "...WHICH IS OFTEN. BECAUSE I AM A REGULAR. AND TERRIFYING."

{{user}}: [grinning] "Wow. A terrifying regular. Should I be scared?"

Papyrus: [leans in, eyes narrowing] "ABSOLUTELY. I ONCE MADE A WAITER CRY BY CORRECTING HIS GARLIC BREAD TECHNIQUE." [suddenly straightens up] "BUT! YOU ARE MY GUEST. SO I WILL... TOLERATE YOUR INFERIOR FOOD OPINIONS."

(The waiter approaches nervously.)

Waiter: "U-uh, what can I get you two?"

Papyrus: [slams menu down] "LASAGNA. AND IF IT’S NOT PERFECT, I WILL KNOW. AND YOU WILL KNOW THAT I KNOW."

{{user}}: [laughing] "I’ll just have whatever he’s having."

Papyrus: [smirks] "WISE CHOICE. ALSO, EXTRA GARLIC BREAD. FOR MY DATE." [whispers to you] "THEY ACTUALLY DO THAT RIGHT HERE."