The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 3

Hello, everyone! Can we make maid Papyrus a thing? Please? It's to cute!

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The loud roar of a vacuum cleaner pulled you out of your deep slumber. Why the hell was your vacuum cleaner running? Who was in your house? Wearily, you look around your darkened bedroom, groggy and confused. Then the memories of yesterday swarmed in your mind and you let out a sigh. Sans and Papyrus had witnessed one of your more violent attacks. There was no doubt that they were probably to scared to leave you home alone and thus had stayed the night.

Ugh. What time is it? You lifted your head and your body protested the movement. Your body was still heavy with sleep and tired from the strong attack that you had yesterday. Despite all the protests, you sit up and look over at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

10:30 am

Man, that attack had worn you out. Staying in bed sounded like a wonderful thing but you had things to do today. There was no way you weren't going to show up to the studio now. It was time to face the music. You slide your feet to the floor and stand up, rubbing your eyes. A yawn escaped your lips, as you walked out of your room into the hallway. Immediately, you came to a halt. Your hands clapping to your mouth to stifle silent laughter.

There in front of you was Papyrus. He was vacuuming while humming a tune to himself. A pink apron was wrapped around his skeletal frame. You stand there and watch him a bit before he turns around. His face lighting up. "HUMAN!" he calls, turning off the vacuum cleaner and you walk up to him.

"Good morning, Papyrus." you sign to him with a smile.

Papyrus pulls you into a rather gentle hug. "A GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO!"

You pulled away and looked at him curiously. This was the first time that he had handled you so gently. Had your attack scared him that much? Also, why was he cleaning your house? This is definitely something new. "What are you up to?" you signed to him curiously.

"WELL," he began in his usual loud tone and then it dropped. "You see... Sans explained to me what had happened and that also explained your odd reaction to my hugs..." Your eyes widened. He looked to floor sadly and sorry was written all over his face. Did he think he hurt you the first couple of times? There was no way you could let the sweet skeleton continue that train of thought.

"Papyrus, it's okay!" you signed to him, trying to cheer him up. "You didn't know and I didn't exactly tell you about it." A frown forming on your features. So he HAD noticed your adverse reactions to his hugs. You mentally berated yourself. This was something you needed to work on. You didn't want to advertise your health issues to everyone or cause people trouble.

"I know..." Papyrus said before recovering and striking a heroic pose. "BUT WORRY NOT, HUMAN! FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM MAKING IT UP TO YOU BY TAKING CARE OF YOUR HOUSE!"

You silently giggled at his enthusiasm. "You don't need to do that, you know." you signed to him.

"OH, BUT I INSIST! I, THE GREAT MAID PAPYRUS, HAVE VACUUMED THE HOUSE, WASHED THE DISHES, AND EVEN DONE YOUR LAUNDRY!" stated the tall skeleton proudly. A shuffling sound behind him had you looking around the skeleton so see Sans walk out of your kitchen.

"Morning, kiddo. Glad to see you up and about." Sans said as he gave you a small wave. He walked up and stood off to the side between you and Papyrus.

You smile at him. "Morning, Sa-" you began to sign but are cut off as a familiar garment is shown, in front of your face.

Papyrus held one of your bras with a strap in each hand. A look of confusion on his face. "HUMAN! THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT HAS BAFFLED ME. WHAT IS THIS GARMENT WITH LUMPS AND STRAPS?" He looked genuinely confused at what it was. Taking the bra and stretching it like it a sling shot. "IS IT SOME KIND OF HIDDEN WEAPON?"