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Published: 2016-09-26 01:44:37 +0000 UTC; Views: 1273; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 0
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I can't even remember what made me want to draw this XD I don't know who created Swapfell but Undertale belongs to Toby Foxx.Related content
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Me: *she gently scratches his chin*
Mikey: I don't see how beating him with toughen him up. Why don't you just protect him? Maybe you can train him to protect himself.
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Papyrus: *his eyes sparkle and he kicks his foot, purring* ohhh yeeeaaahh, right theerree...
Sans: you don't understand, I can't teach someone self defense who plain out refuses to fight and has no real schedule. The only protection he will take is when I'm close by or I'm with him on his leash. I don't know why he likes his leash, but it makes him happy and I can't change that... And, I don't really mean to hurt him, it hurts me too afterwards. I just can't control myself when I become angry...
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Me: *giggles a bit and keeps going*
Mikey: you should learn how to control your temper
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Papyrus: *he rolls on his back, purring* ahhhh, yessss...
Sans: ...you're right. I get out of control, and I do things I can't go back from... But how? There's no guide on how to do that.
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Me: *laughing a little as she keeps going*
Mikey: find something else to hit. Just not Papyrus
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Papyrus: *he giggles* now scratch my belly! That's my favorite! *his leg kicks like a dog*
Sans: something else?... I guess I can try that... are we almost there?
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Me: *giggles* ok. *she scratches his belly*
Mikey: just a few more minutes there.
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(You'd think there'd be nothing to scratch there though XD)
Papyrus: *he cracks up* Hahahahaha! Okay okay, stop! It's too much! Hahahaha!
Sans: good, I'm getting anxious just not being there.
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(Yeah XD )
Me: *giggles and stops* you should be glad I'm not Mikey. She would've kept going.
Mikey: and here I thought you didn't care. *opens the door*
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Sans: *he runs in* brother?
Papyrus: *he looks up at him, and seems immediately frightened* M-M'lord! Wh-what are you doing here!?
Sans: I came looking for you! And I- *he stops* um... *and sighs* look, I came here to make sure you're okay... *he sits in a chair away from the bed* and I promised to keep my distance until you are better.
Papyrus: b-but, why? You've never seemed this worried about me...
Sans: just... please brother, just get better so we can go home...
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Me: *looks at Mikey* what did you do?
Mikey: nothing. Just talked.
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Papyrus: M'Lord, a-are you sure you'll be okay?
Sans: *he doesn't say anything, but observes all of us*
Papyrus: *he frowns* poor Sans... *he lies back down* am I still warm?
Sans: *He taps his foot, growing frustrated that he can't interrupt or take out his anger on anything*
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Me: *she gently feels his forehead*
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Papyrus: *it had cooled down a bit* I don't want to keep Sans waiting too long, he doesn't have much patience...
Sans: is he any better yet?
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Me: hm. Your fevers gone down.
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Sans: *he gets up* great fantastic, he's good to come home now, right?
Papyrus: *he looked at you, nervously smiling*
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Me: I'm no doctor but I'm sure he's well enough to go home.
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Sans: perfect, let's go Pap! *he pulls out the leash and collar*
Papyrus: *he got out of bed and crawled over to Sans* yes, M'Lord.
Sans: *he put the collar on Pap* thanks for watching him for me, but now we must be going.
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Me: ok...
Mikey: *whispers* I'm gonna follow them. Just in case. Plus I need to go homeΒ
Me: ok.
Mikey: *she quietly follows them*
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Sans: *he leads Paps out the door* C'mon.
Papyrus: *he follows* M'Lord, what made you want to come find me?
Sans: well, who else was I going to pet after my dinner!?
Papyrus: I don't know sir...
Sans: *he sighs* it doesn't matter now, you're here and healthy and that's all that matters. *he gets to Snowdin*
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Mikey: *quietly follows*
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Sans: *he opens the door to the house* you can sit in your bed while I make dinner. *he goes in and into the kitchen*
Papyrus: okay M'Lord. *he goes in and sits in a big pet bed* what are you making?
Sans: tacos, why?
Papyrus: ooo, sounds good. *he turned away, disgusted. It was obvious he didn't like his brother's cooking*
Sans: of course it is, it's made by me! *he gets cooking*
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Mikey: *peaks from the window* ....
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*you saw Paps in a pet bed and Sans cooking*
Papyrus: *he fake smiles* heh, it smells good, M'Lord!
Sans: You're damn right it does! *he sets up all the ingredients* bon appetit for me! *he starts making his tacos* ... you may sit near me if you'd like.
Papyrus: *he took the offer and crawled over to Sans' chair and sat below him*
Sans: *he soon began to eat*
Papyrus: *he watched*
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Mikey: *sweatdrop* ....honestly?
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(lawl)
Sans: *he stopped and looked over at Pap, who was staring*
Papyrus: *he was startled and turned away, looking at something else*
Sans: *he shrugged and went back to eating* hey, what did they do to you over there anyway?
Papyrus: well... they tried to heal my scars-
Sans: *he spit out his food cartoon style* they what!? How can they heal that, that's something that I can't change, so they can't change it either! It can only get worse or stay the same now.
Papyrus: I guess that's true...
Sans: you will show me when I'm done with dinner and tv, I want to check to see if they made any unwanted marks on you.
Papyrus: okay...
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Mikey: get worse when heal? That doesn't make much sense.
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Sans: *he finishes his dinner* c'mon, my favorite show should be on soon. *he heads to the couch and sits down*
Papyrus: okay M'Lord. *he crawls over to where Sans was to his pet bed and sits in it*
Sans: *he turns on the tv and begins to scratch Pap's head*
Papyrus: *he purrs and smiles*
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Mikey: hm...so far nothing is happening.
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Sans: *he flips through the channels* pfff, nothing to watch.
Papyrus: *he slowly moves his head to Sans' lap to rest it on*
Sans: *he grips Pap's head* No.
Papyrus: *he sits back up* s-sorry M'Lord...
Sans: *he lets go* ,,,good boy.
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Mikey: uh-
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Papyrus: *he curls up in the bed*
Sans: tired?
Papyrus: a bit.
Sans: maybe we should get ready for bed. But first I want to see if they made any marks on you. Take off the jacket.
Papyrus: yes M'Lord. *he takes it off*
Sans: okay, lets see here. *he looks at the carvings* hrmm, no... no I made that one... no... wait. *he looks closer* ...some of them are gone... but how?
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Mikey: oh. I must have have healed someΒ
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Sans: ...well, maybe they weren't deep enough to scar, that must've been it...
Papyrus: y-yeah, n-not deep enough...
Sans: anyways, I'm heading up to bed-
Papyrus: can I sleep on your bed tonight, please?
Sans: *he looked at him sternly* no Paps, you need your rest, and you sleep better down here anyway. *he heads up the stairs* night.
Papyrus: *he sighs* okay... *he curls up and falls asleep in the pet bed*
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Mikey: ....my Arceus he really treats him like a dog. How can he put up with this?
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Sans: *he goes into his room and flops into bed, not even changing out of his armor* Poor Papps, they made him too snuggly over there... *he soon falls asleep*
Papyrus: *you could see him lightly kicking and twitching in his sleep, perhaps a chasing cats dream XD*
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Mikey: pff. I better go. I don't wanna feel like a stalker. *leaves*
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*when you leave, all of Snowdin becomes quiet*
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Mikey: hmmm. It's so quiet
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*you hear a door burst open behind you, and a lanky figure tumbles out of it*
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Mikey: !!! *turns to it*
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*it tumbles closer, sniffing the floor... it was just Papyrus sleep crawling XD*
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Mikey: uhhh. Papyrus?
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Papyrus: *his head pops up from the snow* wha?... *his eye sockets were filled with snow*
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Mikey: what are you doing?
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Papyrus: ...dog? *looks like he's not coherent at the moment. He tumbles around, sniffing for a 'dog'* I find... where... *he bumps into you* ha! Dog!
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Mikey: huh?
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Papyrus: *he hugs your leg and then goes limp, guess the dream was over. he snores softly in the snow*
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Mikey: uhhh Papyrus?
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Papyrus: *he wouldn't wake up, but he starts to shiver in the snow. the door to the house is still open*
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