From Murder to Dust

11 - Ghostly

We had been working on the basement for about a week by this time, and it was actually looking pretty good; the floor had been purged of sharp points, the hallway had actual lighting in the form of magic torches - this was supposed to be an 'evil' dungeon, after all - and the cells were cleaned out. We probably had the most babyish dungeon in the multiverse, but at least it wasn't infested with pests; all we had to do now was wait for a prisoner, which would complete the aesthetic. At the moment, Killer and I were doing some dusting; not monster dust, just regular dust. Papyrus was leading a conversation with Killer, being translated through me.

"So can ya touch stuff?" Killer questioned.

"I cannot touch things," Papyrus answered, "but I can sometimes move small objects, like pencils, if I focus hard enough."

"Oh, that's awesome! Here, I got a napkin! Can ya move it?"

"I can try, but no promises."

"You got this, Paps." I encouraged.

Papyrus stared intently at the napkin, and focused his ghostly powers on it. Nothing happened for about half a minute, and Killer was almost ready to give up, when the napkin twitched, then started to float.

"That's so cool! We gotta find other stuff for ya to move!" Killer announced. "Practice!"

"What about our chores?" I asked.

"Oh. Yeah, we should finish quick. Can Papyrus ghost practice while we clean?"

"Yes. Clean well, brother!" Papyrus ordered.

"Yeah, he can. Good luck Paps!" I said, continuing the dusting.

Killer and I resumed our chores at an accelerated rate after this conversation, and had every intent to make Papyrus the best ghost ever; he was already the best ghost ever, but we were going to make him even better, if that was even possible in the first place. When we finished our chores, we just had to find him, which was hard to do sometimes, since he was a ghost. Once, I played hide and seek with him, and I couldn't find him for a couple days in the forest. Apparently he could turn invisible for me too, making it super difficult to find him. Killer and I searched for him all around the house, with no luck, until we walked into the attic, which was the last place we had to search. When we entered, the lights flickered off, immediately alerting us that Papyrus was here, and he was going to try to scare us. I wasn't scared, but I would pretend to be, for Papyrus's sake.

We were met with a floating string of fairy lights dancing around the room, in a slightly awe-inducing fashion; Papyrus had obviously been training, and a lot, by the looks of it. While the lights captured our attention, we pretended not to notice the pencils being shoved into our pockets; Papyrus had weird fears, but he was still the best. The lights also distracted us from the sharp weapons being hurled towards us; those would have been much scarier if I hadn't expected their coming. The lights in the attic were then turned back on, and we grabbed the floating weapons that stopped mere centimeters from our skulls. Papyrus looked proud of himself for this display of his ghostly abilities, and Killer and I were complimenting him for it. He really was the best ghost anybody could have following them around all the time; he's so amazing.

"That was awesome! We should totally scare Nightmare!" Killer suggested.

"That would be fun. Whaddya say, Paps?" I wondered.

"Of course, brother! This will be most enjoyable!" Paps gave a ghostly grin.

"Paps says he's in."

"Cool! How do we scare Nightmare though?" Killer questioned.

"Make a bunch of stuff float around?"