(DISCONTINUED) Where Were You? (UnderTaleXFNAF) (SansXReader)

~Chapter 3 - Papy's Birthday~

STORY KEY

(Y/N) = Your Name

(F/C) = Favorite Color

WARNING!

THIS STORY CONTAINS FOUL OR STRONG LANGUAGE, ABUSE, DEPRESSION, GORE, AND THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE KINDS OF TOPICS.

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~ 1 Year Later ~

~Your P.O.V~

 I awoke during Christmas break to find that it was Papyrus's birthday today. Gaster and Sans were in the kitchen, though it felt like 4 in the morning... I get up, fixed the couch, and walked into the kitchen. "So, who's going to distract Papyrus?" Sans asked, acknowledging that I walked in. "Morning (Y/N)" He said, Gaster looking up at me as I sat down. "So what's the plan," I asked, staring at both at them.

"I'm getting the decorations," Sans said, smiling proudly. "And i'll get the food," Gaster added, glancing at Sans, who was poking him. "What can I do to help?" I ask, leaning forward. "Could you occupy Papyrus while we get everything ready?" Gaster asked. I nodded my head and asked, "Can I take him ice-skating?" Gaster nodded yes, gave me a watch and a house key, and went to get Papyrus. 

 Papyrus ran down the steps and shouted, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!" Papyrus had hit a few growth spurts, growing as tall as Sans and I. Sans and I played dumb, "It is?" "What's today?" Papyrus stared at us in shock, until Gaster walked in. "Dad, did you forget about my birthday too?" Papyrus asked, defeated. "Um, no, I-" "I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU FORGOT!" Papyrus shouted, running into the living room and jumping onto the couch. Not another temper tantrum... "Hey, Papyrus, i'll make it up to you. How about we go get some nice-cream or go ice-skating," I suggested, saving us all from his wrath.

 Papyrus and Gaster nodded their head in approval. I got ready, and walked out the door with Papyrus. I looked at my bag, (or a wallet) and saw that I had 45G. I grabbed Papyrus's hand and walked towards the library, which was spelled wrong on the sign. There he was, outside the library, the nice-cream man. "Hey, Mr. Nice-cream Man! Can we have some nice-cream?" I asked politely, hoping that would reduce the cost. "Sure, what's the occasion?" He said, grabbing two nice-creams from the portable cooler beside him. "It's my birthday!" Papyrus said gleefully, skipping around in circles.

 "It's your birthday huh? Well then, that very special indeed. Here you go." The nice-cream man said, giving Papyrus two nice-creams. I bought one for 15G and I steered us towards the forest. "You look nice today," Papyrus read out loud, his, uh, mouth full of nice-cream. We walked into the forest. The pine trees were covered with layer upon layer of fluffy, white snow, the ground dusted with a new layer of snow. "(Y/N), where are we going?" Papyrus asked, swallowing this nice-cream. "You'll see. It's a special place, only I know about. Wait!" I said, stopping and turning around. Pulling out a blind-fold I put it around his eyes. "Awww, come on! I wanna see this place!" Papyrus whined, attempting to remove the blind-fold. "Keep it on, we're almost there." I say, trudging through the snow with Papyrus.

  After walking for another minute, we arrived in a large clearing. I took off Papyrus's blind fold and he gasped. The clearing's floor was mostly a lake of ice, as foggy as the frosted glass windows. Water dripping from the trees froze in mid-air, hanging from the trees. There were a few rocks scattered here and there, two large rocks to our left. It looked like a picture. Papyrus walked carefully onto the ice. He slipped and fell onto his back. "P-papyrus?" I question, as I try to walk towards him, only to end up on my back. I try to stand up only to fall as Papyrus shouts, "I, the Great Papyrus, am fine. How about  you? You fell twice..."