Undertale: Papyrus x Frisk/Reader
#1 of Undertale
Papyrisk is OTP (Also Charisk)
A/N: Hey, hey, hey, I'm TK and here today with an Undertale FanFiction, yay! I have, like, two other Undertale books but one of them is just a one shot and the other is a Ships Opinions book on my FanFiction account. Feel free to check either one out. So, some preliminary notes. This is mainly a Papyrisk FanFic, but there's some heavy Charisk in it too, and mentioned Napstaton. I love all three ships a lot, even though Papyrisk is my OTP. I mainly made this book because I realized that there's basically no Papyrisk works on here! Why not? I mean, it isn't very popular but still! Paps needs some love too, and not just from Mettaton. I hate Papton... Most of the stories here is Sanisk, which I don't honestly mind, but I still see it as being platonic and more of a brother/sister thing. Oh, yeah! I almost forgot! Frisk and Chara are both females, Frisk is eighteen years old, and Chara looks about Frisk's age but she really doesn't have a specified age.
Anyways, this is rated T for cursing, innuendos, and other bad things. This chapter actually starts out sexual, haha. It's not anything too far of NSFW. I may or may not add a separate lemon, I don't know. It's up to you guys.
Read and review!
Cold, smooth hands roamed over Frisk's body gingerly, and the girl let out a gasp at the feeling. Although the young lady wasn't aware of it, she was currently having a recurring dream. The dream was of a topic that you should not exactly discuss openly and was a bit of a taboo. Sex, obviously. Now the coolness pressed up against her mouth but Frisk still was not able to identify the owner of the hands of their body. All she knew was that it gave her great pleasure.
"I love you," they pulled away and murmured in her ear with a voice that was oh so familiar, yet of many of the same encounters she couldn't put her finger on it.
Unable to reply, Frisk just let a soft cry and then the mysterious figure trailed down her stomach slowly, and-
"Ah!" Frisk woke up with a start, gasping for air.
Sweat had pooled down her back and on the bed, almost forming a mini puddle. A few more pants came from her as she wiped her brow. That damn dream again! This was literally the twentieth time this month, including the many naps she took over the days. Everytime was the exact same. She fell asleep, had that same mystery person do the most seductive and naughty things to her, then right when they were getting somewhere Frisk would wake up. It was irritating as all get out, especially since she didn't know who kept appearing. However, she knew it was the same person everytime. The voice was painstakingly familiar and whenever she tried to compare it to her abundance of friends it always seemed to escape her mind. She did know it was a male, too, but that is about where her knowledge ended. If only it wasn't about something so naughty, then she could tell Toriel.
Speaking of Toriel, Monsters have been living peacefully with humans for seven years. For seven years, the barrier to the surface had been broken and the race was free from the oppression of the cave they were forced to dwell in after the horrible wars between humans and monsters. Frisk, who was eleven when she fell from Mountain Ebott and into the Underground was now eighteen and still living with her adopted, monster mother, Toriel. Her mother was currently making something in the kitchen down below which, once the young adult thought about it, smelled absolutely divine. Today was one of the days Toriel had nothing planned for Frisk's education and was off of her teaching job, so she was free to do what she liked. Perhaps she could see her best friends, the skele-bros, Sans and Papyrus? Or make yet another appearance on Mettaton's slowly growing show? Bake with the spider, Muffet? Oh, the possibilities were endless! Frisk threw herself back on her bed and bounced slightly on impact. At the time she would focus on doing her morning routine and seeing whatever delicacy Toriel had whipped up for her.
Her closet was full of different clothes, on contrary to the few striped sweaters (the best time to wear a striped sweater, is all the time...) she had when she was a little girl. One of the very shirts were sitting in the back of her things, and with enough digging around, she finally found it. It looked fine to her. No holes, tears, loose strings, so for old times sakes she took it out of its musty home and tossed it over to her bed where the rest of her clothes sat in a pile at the end of it. She took off her sleeping outfit, slipped on a bra, a fresh pair of underwear (which she desperately needed after that dream), and her day clothes. Her jeans were pitch black and long socks matched the purple on her old sweater. Somehow the sleeves still came over her hands, even though she got this when she was sixteen, the year she quit wearing the ridiculous things. Now it seemed a bit comforting, nostalgic memories of her childhood creeping back.
Next was the bathroom. Frisk crept out of her room, and silently walked up to the door to take of her business. A few minutes later she came out, relieved and with fresh breath. Wasn't it bad to brush your teeth before eating, though? Oh, well, too late now.
The stairs barely creaked under her lightweight frame, and Toriel jumped when the young lady came around the corner and said, "Good morning, mom."
"Oh! Frisk, just in time! I made you breakfast," as if on cue she placed a plate full of bacon, eggs, and mini pancakes in front of her.
"Thank you," a faint smile traced Frisk's soft, pouty lips as she looked up at the beaming monster. Goat mom is best mom, of course.
"Of course," Toriel said, still grinning. "If you need anything, then just call."
Frisk's chocolate eyes followed her out of the room and finally fell back down to her food once her mother was out of sight. She ate ravenously, as if she hasn't had a nourishing meal in years. It had just been so intoxicating, the aroma, the sight, she couldn't help but inhale it. Disgust flared in her expression once she realized that syrup had gotten in her hair and practically glued it together. That could be dealt with soon, right now she had to wash off her dishes and clean where she ate. There was quite a mess left over. Embarrassment for eating so sloppily made Frisk's cheeks heat up to a lovely shade of pink, she was taught better than that. When she was done she put water over her dirty hair and a ran her small fingers through it, although she didn't have enough time to take a full blown shower this was efficient enough. The syrup was extremely gross, even sticking to her wet hands. It came off much to her relief. Having sticky hands for the whole day would be absolutely awful.
"Ah, did you enjoy your meal, my child?" Toriel looked up from her book once Frisk came into the living room that was filled to the brim with literature of all kinds.
Frisk grinned gratefully at the monster, "Of course!"
She received a smile in return before Toriel became enveloped in her book again. Frisk sat down on a couch to the side of her mother, facing a coffee table. Her brown eyes roamed the old woman's face and the newly formed wrinkles from when she began aging again due to Frisk becoming almost like her own born child. Monsters only age when they have children, it was common knowledge with Frisk. The thought of Toriel passing away made her slightly depressed, but Toriel was doing it all for her. She was sacrificing her youth for Frisk and the previous sadness the young woman felt was replaced with a sense of pride and love for her adopted mother's bravery.
"Frisk, aren't you going to go out? Maybe see your friends? It is weekend, after all, darling," Toriel's honey sweet voice broke Frisk's train of thought and she jumped a little.
Eyes twinkling, the monster peered at her from over the book as she replied, "Oh, yeah, I guess I'll see Papyrus and Sans."
Was it the girl's imagination, or did Toriel's optics flicker a bit when she said the skeleton brothers' name?
"Alright, I'll call you when you must come home. Be safe," she told Frisk softly and looked back down at her book before the girl could identify the spark that had lit her gaze.
With another faint smile, Frisk stood up and floated over to the door. Toriel didn't look back after she left.
A fresh, spring breeze hit Frisk the instant she stepped outside. It swept through her thick, brown bob styled hair and bangs. She was seriously considering letting her hair grow out and be long, but the thought of taking care of that much hair was daunting to her. Having short yet kempt locks was much, much more appealing to her, plus she has had the same haircut ever since she could remember, and it had even become a part of her image. Kids, humans and monsters alike, played in their yards and gave a grin and wave as Frisk passed by. She returned their gestures warmly and continued on. Papyrus and Sans didn't live too far away, so it shouldn't take long. It felt like forever to Frisk. Her mind was getting to her, and she had to push the reminders of her dream down. She would even prefer to have Flowey somehow pop up in front of her, for Glob's sake.
Well, now that she had a fleeting image of the insane flower, she had something else to dwell about. Asriel gave his life to let everyone have a better one, even though he lived without compassion for so long. There was also the mystery of the first fallen human. Maybe things were just best left alone, forgotten. The former dwellers of the Underground had a very bright future to look forwards to, as did Frisk, but she wasn't as concerned with herself as she should be. Toriel had even told the girl this, yet she always brushed it off and was too wrapped up about everyone else's well being. Eventually she would have to start thinking for herself, she was practically an adult now.
The change of subject in her mind had helped. Frisk was standing in front of Papyrus' and Sans' home in no time, almost walking even further ahead she was so deep and lost in thought.
"Damn," Frisk muttered, the only time she could curse was out of the house because Toriel would probably blow a fuse if she heard her little girl use such a colorful word choice. No matter how she chose to express herself, though, Frisk would always have an aura of innocent sweetness around her.
On the topic of innocence, the girl could hear Papyrus' "NYEH HEH HEH"-ing and sounds of pots and pans being strewn about the house. Frisk allowed herself in, as usual, and saw Sans of course being a lump on the couch.
"hey, kiddo," he said, looking up with his eternal smile plastered in his face. At least it was genuine.
"Hi, Sans," Frisk replied and moved over to sit down on the other side of the couch. "So, how's it go-"
"HUMAN!" Papyrus shrieked unexpectedly, making Frisk jump up and yelp. "YOU HAVE ARRIVED EARLY! I HAVE YET TO MAKE MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI. OH, NO, YOU MUST BE STARVING! DO NOT WORRY, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL GO DO THAT NOW."
Without letting the poor girl speak and assure the tall skeleton that she was fine with Toriel's breakfast, he ran out of sight again.
Sans chuckled beside her, "hey, y'know how he is. anyways, what were you saying?"
"Uh, nothing. I should probably go tell Paps that I'm good," Frisk got up again slightly uneasily, and headed off to the tall skeleton.
"HUMAN, HAVE YOU CAME TO WATCH THE GREAT PAPYRUS' COOKING SKILLS?" Papyrus seemed to immediately register her presence and whipped around, wooden spoon in hand.
Choking back another yelp of surprise, she said, "Uh, no, Paps, no. Actually, I already ate at Toriel's this morning. I'm sorry, I should have told you before you did all of, well, this."
Papyrus have his signature from that manages to melt Frisk's heart everytime. "NO WORRIES! SANS CAN EAT, TOO, IF NOT I'LL JUST SAVE IT FOR LATER!"
"Oh! Uh, okay! Sorry again, Papy," the young woman was a little taken aback by his response, she was expecting him to get all pouty and childish as usual.
"YOU'RE FINE, FRISK," he said her name normally.
For some reason, whenever he used her name instead of screaming "HUMAN" all of the time, it made her feel warm and fluttery on the inside.
"Okay," she replied gently and asked, "Do you want any help making this, or are you good?"
"THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER NEEDS HELP! NYEH HEH HEH!" A skeletal hand was placed in his chest proudly, and Frisk gave a sweet smile.
"Alrighty then, 'The Great Papyrus', call if you need something," on that final note, the girl stepped away to go back to talk to Sans.
"you caught a bug, frisk?" Sans wondered in a giggling voice once she came back.
"What?"
"your face."
Frisk pulled her phone out of her back pocket and turned on the front facing camera. A squeal nearly escaped her lips at what she saw. Her face had turned yet another shade of pink, and pupils were dilated.
"so, my brother, huh?" Sans sat up and looked straight at her with his pinprick white eyes.
"No," Frisk said gruffly and crossed her arms, wishing away the deep blush.
"yeah, yeah, okay, kid, whatever you say," the big bones skeleton rolled his optics. How pseudo-brows made him look like he was smirking, which actually worked quite well with his permanent grin.
"Shut up," Frisk snarled as Sans continued to make weird facial expressions at her. Finally, she snapped and yelled, "As a matter of fact, don't act like that!"
The skeleton snorted, "whatever."
His amusement angered Frisk even more and she was about to sock him right in the teeth, until Papyrus hollered, "THE MASTERPIECE IS DONE!"
With one last glance at the girl, Sans jumped up and strutted off to the kitchen. Frisk followed behind but was still practically steaming underneath her striped sweater.
Sans already had a plate in front of him, as did Papyrus. They were both chatting and eating, and Frisk took the empty space between the two. Papyrus sent a quick smile her way before returning to his 'breakfast'. In the past years, he had gotten exceptionally better at cooking and the food he prepared was much more than just edible, his knowledge even extended out of spaghetti.
The brothers ate in silence, until Sans said deviously, "so, frisk, ya seeing anybody?"
"No," her teeth were gritted as she tried not to spit at him.
"have any options in mind?"
"No."
"i can help with that, kid. hook you up, with, i dunno, someone i know maybe," those empty eyesockets of his sparkles mischeviously.
"I'm good," Frisk swallowed down an oncoming scream.
"a'ight, but ya always know-"
"Just stop."
Papyrus was looking back and forth confusedly at the two during their terse exchange. Shrugging, he returned to eating and was oblivious to Sans who kept staring at him and Frisk the entire time.
"good luck with that, kid," Sans said and wiped his teeth with the left sleeve of his blue jacket. He pushed his chair out, took his plate, dumped it in the sink which wasn't as massive as their last one in the Underground, and disappeared upstairs to his mess of a room. It looked like a tornado went through it most of the time. Literally.
"HUMAN, I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT SANS WAS REFERRING TO," Papyrus cleared his throat and spoke to break the awkward silence between the two.
"You and me both," she sighed, placing her rounded head on the table and peering at the tall skeleton.
A slight orange began to dust his cheekbones, and he suddenly stood up and said nervously, "NYEH HEH, WELL, I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME FOR YOU TO GO. MAYBE YOU COULD SEE UNDYNE? BYE!"
He scampered upstairs after his older brother. Another sigh came out of Frisk and she gathered up his barely touched plate of spaghetti, placing it in the kitchen sink along with Sans' dish. The skeleton brothers were weird. No doubt about that.
"I guess I could go over to Undyne's," Frisk told herself halfheartedly and stepped silently over to the front door even though she has just been at their house for about forty five minutes, give or take fifteen.
The breeze had died down a little, and most of the children had gone into their own homes to freshen up. Frisk started counting her steps she was so bored and disappointed with her visit at Pap's and Sans'. She even started trying to step from one line in the sidewalk to the other and make a game out of it, if she doesn't land on the crack then she loses. It was childish, yes, but at least the young woman was occupied. Becoming so enveloped in the new game of hers, she didn't notice the people who had to swerve out of her way.
One bumped into her and said, "Hey, punk, watch where you're going!"
Crashing into someone random fills you with DETERMINATION.
A/N: So, ah, you like? I'm still not sure where I would like to take this story and what the plot will be besides Frisk being misunderstood and her friends trying to find her a significant other. I don't know how I'm going to make a real action induced plot with Chara being the antagonist. It will probably have to do with the Genocide Run and Flowey may or may not make an appearance. I'm actually pretty sure he will. Shove along the plot, y'know?
You can give suggestions, if you** I would love feedback to make this story even better than I envision it to be.**
Peace out, Rainbow Trout.