Six Skeletons and The Waitress

3. Guests, but you stay in your room.

Chapter Summary: What was he going to do?
Why must you eavesdrop?
Rejection emails.

The silence was so quiet, you swore that the working spiders paused and glared at the orange hooded monster for the three-hit pun.

"That last one was a stretch." You murmured under your breath, taking the spider donut and ripped it half. Shoving one half into your mouth, you grabbed his free wrist and outstretched his hand.... His bones were smooth, vibrating softly under your touch— you quickly dropped the other half in his palm, erasing the mindless thought and quickly turned away.

All while you looked like a chipmunk.

The sound of joyous laughter surprised you, turning your head to watch the monster place the honey bottle on the counter and use it as support.

Eyes wide, the situation quickly dawned on you. Shitshitshit Did you really just do that!? What kind of person rips a perfectly good donut, shove half in their mouth and give the other half back like some...some kindergartener with a silly crush!?

Face red, you turned your attention away from the laughing monster, his skull hidden underneath the hood. You leaned onto the counter, your palm over your lips to fight off the embarrassed blush that threatened to spread—although, you guessed you were now pink. So much for suppressing the blush.

Muffet came back from the back, kicked her feet and strolled towards the laughing monster while shooting you a pleased smile.

When did she leave?

You lightly shook your head with a crooked smile. Hopefully, she didn't see you being rude to one of her customers.

"Papyrus, deary." Her words were like silk while her tone was a motherly scold. "You aren't harassing Miss Y/N with your dreadful puns, are you?" She leaned over the counter, crossing her arms as she leaned closer to the chuckling monster.

You swallowed at the hidden malice but it looked as if Papyrus.. or uh, Stretch? wasn't bothered at all. Instead, he leaned back and drawed the honey bottle to his teeth, his hood falling back.

You gaped. He looked—! He looked like the Papyrus you met at the mall! Only..only he looked much more tired and less energy-sourced.

His eye sockets were half-lidded(how? You aren't sure. Monsters were weird but cute beings.) with bags underneath, he was obviously taller than he let on and.. well, he was a skeleton monster.

He wore a bright orange sweatshirt, beige cargo shorts, white socks, and a colour matching sneakers.

He wasn't nice to look at.. but...

Your eyes trailed to the tired, yet upturned, eye sockets as he calmed himself down after a full two minutes of non-stop chuckling.

He wiped a magic tear from his eye socket to reply to Muffet. His words flying into one ear and out the other in a blur. The corners of his eye sockets crinkled slightly as he drew his honey bottle to his teeth once more.

He was definitely an eye candy.

"Sweetie?" Muffet's voice dragged you back to reality, in a haste, you turned to look at her. Your face slowly growing pink once again at the fact that you've just been caught staring.

"S-sorry.. I.. was lost in thought." You trailed, poking your pointer fingers together.

"No need to apologize," Muffet's smile stretched, her hands stopping their motion as she pushed herself off the counter.

"If Papyrus ever bothers you, you can come to me. This isn't the first time he's done this." She shook her head with a long sigh. "I swear that boy."