💀 ORIENTATION - The Oak & Iron - freshly arrived For all he's just arrived, it feels like it's been quite the while. He's not sure if it's been hours, or days, or something... interminably longer than that. Hopefully not longer, for surely people will be worrying about him!
...He hopes, anyway. Not in the completely and utterly unrelatable way of wondering whether anyone cares enough about him to worry, of course - but whether there's anyone left alive to do the worrying! The last things he clearly remembers before all this involve gathering a lot of people, the pulsating light at the end of the underground, and... vines. Vines that definitely hurt because of the thorns, and not any sense of maybe-betrayal stinging him from it all.
No, it must feel like it's been a while because of how many times his life has been overturned in such a short amount of time. Years of life underground, a monster culture of puzzles to thwart or at least delay humans, striving towards goals that seemed out of reach... And then, suddenly, a human arrived, a whirlwind of traveling and friendships and maybe a tiny bit of treason. And now, this promise of a renewed life at the end of a quest...! Where the quest itself is unknown, and shrouded in mysteries and silences enough to stymie figuring out what it is, let alone get on working hard at it.
Now? Well, it's not yet the season of spirits, but residents of the Oak & Iron may be forgiven for wondering if it is, given the skeleton sitting in a tavern seat. Those not alarmed by the sight may recognize the shirt and trousers of those brought by the ferry, or the map he's squinting at and turning in hand.
💀 SKYGAZING - Tawny Beach - day or night By now, Papyrus has gotten the basic lay of the town and the way things work, and with it, newer clothes. They started as the basic attire typical of those on a budget, a far cry from the various attire that fills his closet back home, or the battle body he'd been wearing for weeks before all this... But he's already taken sharp objects and thread to these replacement garments.
Now the shirt is a crop top with somewhat padded shoulders, and there's a bone outline embroidered in the front. The fresh hem ripples just enough to hint at his lower ribs, as he stands on the breezy beach and stares out across the water at the open sky.
Maybe it's night, and the stars are faintly reflecting off his bones. Either way, he doesn't notice anyone approaching until they make some sort of noise. If they can read the somewhat changeable expression of a skull, there's something of wonder and loneliness in his face at the sight of it all.
💀 DOWN IN THE UNDERGROUND... AGAIN - Lockwood Forest, Paring River - River Walker prompt Maybe Papyrus didn't take the warnings all that seriously, despite everything that's happened. But who could blame him? For all he doesn't know very many spider monsters all that well, it seemed clear to him that they'd been describing a spider monster. Hardly alarming enough to avoid a whole region of the surface world island. Of course, it turns out the aboveground isn't all there is around here.
"Marrow Island," he muses to himself, swerving to try not to bang his head on a stalactite again, "truly a great name. Incredibly welcoming! And now the island is hospitable enough to offer caves, all the more like home." Another narrower section that takes turning sidelong. "If only it were a little homier, and a little less 'run before being eaten.'"
The distant (but not nearly distant enough!) laughter echoing through the tunnels does the opposite of reassuring him that he's not about to be made into soup stock. Literally any other company would probably help.
💀 CRAB CATCHING - Pumpkin Hollow - crab hatching prompt "Hey!!!" The clacking of crab claws throughout town is interrupted by a raised voice rapidly approaching, which passes quickly in a doppler effect of continued shouted. "You stupid crab! Get back here with my boot?!"
The clacking of bone on cobblestone makes it all the more clear that the passing shouter is a skeleton, bare bone foot stamping as he chases the blur of a crab comically smaller than the boot it's dragging along.
💀 WILDCARD ( Interested in some other kind of prompt? Feel free to DM me spaghettimonster or swirlingflight to toss a couple ideas around! )
PAPYRUS | Undertale
For all he's just arrived, it feels like it's been quite the while. He's not sure if it's been hours, or days, or something... interminably longer than that. Hopefully not longer, for surely people will be worrying about him!
...He hopes, anyway. Not in the completely and utterly unrelatable way of wondering whether anyone cares enough about him to worry, of course - but whether there's anyone left alive to do the worrying! The last things he clearly remembers before all this involve gathering a lot of people, the pulsating light at the end of the underground, and... vines. Vines that definitely hurt because of the thorns, and not any sense of maybe-betrayal stinging him from it all.
No, it must feel like it's been a while because of how many times his life has been overturned in such a short amount of time. Years of life underground, a monster culture of puzzles to thwart or at least delay humans, striving towards goals that seemed out of reach... And then, suddenly, a human arrived, a whirlwind of traveling and friendships and maybe a tiny bit of treason. And now, this promise of a renewed life at the end of a quest...! Where the quest itself is unknown, and shrouded in mysteries and silences enough to stymie figuring out what it is, let alone get on working hard at it.
Now? Well, it's not yet the season of spirits, but residents of the Oak & Iron may be forgiven for wondering if it is, given the skeleton sitting in a tavern seat. Those not alarmed by the sight may recognize the shirt and trousers of those brought by the ferry, or the map he's squinting at and turning in hand.
💀 SKYGAZING - Tawny Beach - day or night
By now, Papyrus has gotten the basic lay of the town and the way things work, and with it, newer clothes. They started as the basic attire typical of those on a budget, a far cry from the various attire that fills his closet back home, or the battle body he'd been wearing for weeks before all this... But he's already taken sharp objects and thread to these replacement garments.
Now the shirt is a crop top with somewhat padded shoulders, and there's a bone outline embroidered in the front. The fresh hem ripples just enough to hint at his lower ribs, as he stands on the breezy beach and stares out across the water at the open sky.
Maybe it's night, and the stars are faintly reflecting off his bones. Either way, he doesn't notice anyone approaching until they make some sort of noise. If they can read the somewhat changeable expression of a skull, there's something of wonder and loneliness in his face at the sight of it all.
💀 DOWN IN THE UNDERGROUND... AGAIN - Lockwood Forest, Paring River - River Walker prompt
Maybe Papyrus didn't take the warnings all that seriously, despite everything that's happened. But who could blame him? For all he doesn't know very many spider monsters all that well, it seemed clear to him that they'd been describing a spider monster. Hardly alarming enough to avoid a whole region of the surface world island. Of course, it turns out the aboveground isn't all there is around here.
"Marrow Island," he muses to himself, swerving to try not to bang his head on a stalactite again, "truly a great name. Incredibly welcoming! And now the island is hospitable enough to offer caves, all the more like home." Another narrower section that takes turning sidelong. "If only it were a little homier, and a little less 'run before being eaten.'"
The distant (but not nearly distant enough!) laughter echoing through the tunnels does the opposite of reassuring him that he's not about to be made into soup stock. Literally any other company would probably help.
💀 CRAB CATCHING - Pumpkin Hollow - crab hatching prompt
"Hey!!!" The clacking of crab claws throughout town is interrupted by a raised voice rapidly approaching, which passes quickly in a doppler effect of continued shouted. "You stupid crab! Get back here with my boot?!"
The clacking of bone on cobblestone makes it all the more clear that the passing shouter is a skeleton, bare bone foot stamping as he chases the blur of a crab comically smaller than the boot it's dragging along.
💀 WILDCARD
( Interested in some other kind of prompt? Feel free to DM me