Six Skeletons and The Waitress

30. Sunday Morning

White base with a bright orange glow. You couldn't stop thinking about it - did all monster's have that type of souls? Or did it differ from monster to monster?

Can you sense the souls? You quickly shook your head, regretting it almost instantly as your headache came back full force.

Seeing souls sounded unreal. You weren't anything special. The average joe, like most of the world's population. A strangled noise came from you as a weighted blanket dropped on your shoulders, pulling you back and against the couch as Papyrus placed a box of tissues, a cup of tea, and something for your headache. You blinked at the items. You weren't sick, you could have done that yourself.

Opening your mouth to speak, Papyrus shook his head and placed a bony finger against his teeth. Getting the message, you quickly shut your mouth as he pulled two tissues out and began to clean you, despite the wordless complaints spoken with your eyes.

Trying to duck away from him, he held you in place with his magic. Too which you glared at him for — he only shook his head and continued with a soft grin.

After wiping away your tears and making you blow through your nose, he lifted his magic and handed you the tea. Eyes narrowing at the odd hue, you blew cool air and took a sip, only to jerk back and gag at the salty sea taste.

"What is this?!" You asked, voice cracking slightly at the volume. Papyrus glanced at the cup.

"SEA TEA. IT'LL HELP YOU WITH YOUR HEADACHE AND PUFFINESS." He said, taking the cup and experimentally took a sip. Frowning softly, he handed it back. "IT ISN'T TOO BAD. JUST DON'T THINK ABOUT IT."

Looking at the sea tea with a flickering doubt. Your taste buds aren't going to be happy with you — exhaling and inhaling to prepare yourself. You tightly closed your eyes and chugged the whole thing down in three large gulps. The saltiness made your eyes water, a small sting at the back of your throat made you gag and the sea-weed smell made you nauseous.

The after effects quickly melted away just as soon as it appeared, barely giving you the time to react fully and feeling much better than you did before.

You blinked owlishly. "Woah!" You gasped.

Papyrus laughed, enjoying your reaction to monster tea. Unlike humans, Monsters didn't really need to consume food and beverages - no place for the solids to go as their bodies were just masses of magic. Monster food on the other hand, was a whole different story.

"I HAVE DECIDED!" Papyrus said loudly. "THAT WE WILL MAKE OUR FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI!"

Putting the cup down, you watched as Papyrus stood up and went to the kitchen. Since there wasn't a wall, you watched as he pulled out ingredients and the pots and pans.

"Do..do you need help?" You called, feeling the pounding headache slowly fade away.

The couch shifted much to your confusion and took a wary glance to your left. Sans looked like a mess, like he had just stumbled out of bed and grabbed the closest thing possible, threw it on and blipped to your side.

"NOPE. THIS WILL BE THE GREAT PAPYRUS SPECIALITY!" Papyrus said without looking over.

Eyes widen, you quickly went to your knees, unsure if you should laugh or cry about the predicament.

"Are you okay?!" You whispered, trying not to alarm Papyrus who was beginning to cut up the tomatoes then violently smashing them into the bowl.

Sans, now wide awake, groaned and looked around. His head rested on the cushion comfortably but his feet were sticking out from underneath the couch and the cushion was lumpy - no doubt his shoulders and arms.