It seemed like I was deep in thought of the question that Grillby said before, of what soul type Y/N is, cause Grillby snapped me out of my trance.

"Wait... If Y/N has fallen down, does that mean that Chara or Frisk will not, fall down?" Grillby spoke his thoughts. My eyes sockets lit up.

"Maybe!" I spoke with unintended enthusiasm. "This would make life much more relaxing!" I lean back, and hold my arms out behind my head to make the barstool to be the invisible back-chair. This then makes the barstool to tip backwards, and then causes me...
To fall.

Luckily, Grillby caught me.

"Woah there!" He exclaimed. "That's why you don't lean back or tip on barstools." I chuckled.

"Yep. That made my adrenaline on fire." I winked at the bartender.

Grillby, in response, facepalmed.

"Agh Sans.. You and your puns." Though through his flaming hand, I could see a smirk. "Though then again, it's different than the same old puns you always say."

"See? I guess you can warm up to puns for once!" I smiled.

"Sans..." Grillby jokingly scolded.

"Sorry. That was unintentional." I smiled with the joy of not having dejavu. I then got out of my seat, and waved to Grillby and all the customers.

"Cya." I spoke, and got lots of responses before I closed the door shut.

Y/N's POV:

When I heard of the tall skeleton liking to cook, I expected brownies or cupcakes or something sweet and simple like that.

Not spaghetti with glitter, glue, and glitter glue.

Luckily I had volunteered to 'Help out the Great Papyrus with the art of cooking,' and soon I told him how to cook spaghetti the human way. Papyrus's sour look on when I told him not to add in the paper, was frankly, quite hilarious. His scowl of disapproval while being above 6 feet tall and being a narstistic skeleton, may have been diminishing, but I thought that being a grown adult should allow others to try their craft.

Good thing the spaghetti was made right, otherwise Papyrus wouldn't have trusted me ever again. He thought the dish was delightful, though I could tell that he's trying to hold back on his unwanted opinion about my cooking and saying that it was good, from himself.

BUT ANYWAYS,

this time down here in the underground is much nicer than the one of up above. Above, I had to worry over taxes, my job, how my job is ridiculous, and what not. Those people wanted me dead for some reason, and I have no idea why. Maybe because I was a Country-Renowned-Mixologist?

I don't know.

But my thoughts seemed to have escaped through my lips, because Papyrus heard me mumbling.

"Y/N WHAT'S A COUNTRY RENOWNED MIXOLOGIST?" He asked me while still slurping his noodles.

I looked up to him surprised, from my head on one of my hands, but then I looked back down and told him.

"It's where there's a contest, back on the surface, where you have to be the best mixologist you can be, and when you win, you get an award, and soon, you get more popular." The last word I uttered, seemed to have set a bell in Papyrus's skull.

"POPULAR?!" He exclaimed, and he dashed towards the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah. I get more customers that way." Papyrus then opened the fridge and realized something.

"WAIT... Y/N..." He turned his head around and looked down to me. "COULD YOU TEACH THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO BE A MIXOLOGIST?!"

Papyrus sudden outbursts of a loud, booming voice, makes me consider whether he's mature or not. He seems like an uneducated adult, that is still a child, but in the adult form. Guess that makes him immature.

Then I wondered how old Papyrus really was.

"Hey Papyrus," Papyrus looked down and responded with a 'HMMM?' "How old are you?"

"I'M 22 Y/N! HOW OLD ARE YOU?" I would have held my jaw open, but that would be impolite, so I left the expression making to my eyes.

"I'm... 24..." My age difference with the tall skeleton made both me and Papyrus surprised.

"WOWIE!!! WE ARE PRACTICALLY THE SAME AGE!!!" He picked me up and swung me around. I closed my eyes to not get dizzy, but I still couldn't believe that Papyrus and I are just two years apart.

"Papyrus could you put me down?" I could feel my eyes rolling.

"OH RIGHT!" He set me down, and I opened my eyes and held my ground by holding onto the counter ledge. I was still slightly swaying, but Papyrus seemed completely fine, and not dizzy at all! Lucky him..

"Well... Papyrus..." He looked at me earnestly. "You..."

Papyrus's expectant eyes looked hopeful.

"I don't think you're ready yet..." He then looked extremely depressed. "BUT I don't think I'm ready yet either! I would need the ingredients and place to do it! So you know of a bar around here?"

The peppy skeleton's eyes slanted, like he despised the word: bar. He sighed and lowered his posture.

"There's a bar called Grillby's." Papyrus spoke in such a low voice that I had to check that it was him that was speaking. He seemed to detest the bar with all his heart, and then I realized what I can excuse him with.

Wait.... Did he just say Grillby's?

"Really? Where?!" I went with the low voice that Papyrus had, and I decided to copy it.

"Well.. I think Sans should walk you there. I hate that greasy place anyway! It's unhealthy!" Papyrus crossed his arms and pouted. I would have chuckled and smirked, but again, that would be impolite, so I held off of that.

"Do you happen to know where Sans is right now?" My question alerted Papyrus, but then he looked behind me.

"Yep. Right behind you." Came a voice from behind me. I pivoted to see the rude skeleton that we all know and love.

"Gee you just love to be a creep and stand behind people and breathe on their necks." I folded my arms around my torso and I lightly glared at him. I still don't like the guy, but then again he seems harmless, just a creep though.

"Hey don't you want me to walk you to Grillby's?" Sans looked up to me and had a look of vex. He seemed to notice my slight exasperation and shoved it back into my face.

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes at him. Our little quarrel made Papyrus irritated.

"GUYS WOULD YOU ACT NICE TO EACH OTHER AND TO QUIT THE SQUABBLE?" My eyebrows went to a rollercoaster again after hearing such vocabulary again from the supposedly 'immature' skeleton. He clearly knows his words, and no one even knows what squabble means. I guess kudos for him!

"Sorry bro." Sans apologized, and I nodded. Papyrus looked down at us and was pleased at our obedience.

"NOW YOU TWO RUN ALONG AND GO TO GRILLBY'S ALREADY! MAYBE YOU COULD PERSUADE THE FIRE MAN THERE TO QUIT ADDING GREASE INTO MY FOOD WHENEVER I AM THERE!" After Papyrus's slightly demanding valedictory, we were off and out in the snow.

I couldn't help but stare at the passing snow.

The snow as so lush and white and fluffy and packed...

I scooped up some snow.

And I shoved it down Sans's back.

"AAAH!! WHAT THE GASTER Y/N?! THAT WAS FREEZING COLD!!" Sans exclaimed and jumped like a cat.

"Hehe! Sorry Sans! I'm just surprised that there's so much snow!!! I haven't had this much snow or seen this much snow since I have gone to Chicago to see family!" After my explanation, Sans looked at me weird.

"What's Chicago?" He questioned.

"Uh... A state in the country I live in, up on the surface. We are below the state of (literally any southern state that doesn't get much snow and has a mountain. Also if you are too lazy to think of one.... MISSISSIPPI.)" Sans then took this all in, and shrugged and casually kept on walking towards our destination.

"Heh... I just thought of something." Sans broke the silence.

"What?" I questioned and saw my breath in the air start to become thinner and thinner as we got closer and closer to the bar.

Sans stopped.

"*sigh* Kid-Er I mean Y/N." Sans turned around towards me. His expression was one of weariness and relief. "This has been... Bugging me, for a while now." Sans's cheekbones got a light appearance of blue. I wonder if that means he's blushing, but for what reason?

Sans looked uneasy and he swapped his weight on his feet.

"Y/N... What..." He got more blue. "Whatisyoursoultype?" Sans spit out in an embarrassed manner, and I wondered what was so embarrassing about the simple question of what my soul type is.

"Uhm..." I uttered.

"Sorry sorry! I just thought that it would be too personal and that it's considered awkward or romantic for a guy monster to ask a girl monster for him to see her soul and I just thought-"

"Pardon me Sans, but I am not a girl monster!" I met eye contact with him. "I'm a human."

"Yeah..." His blushing resigned. "You're right. Though you still haven't answered my question."

"Oh.. I don't know." I thought of what my soul could possibly look like. "I haven't seen my soul yet..."

"Wait you haven't seen your soul yet?!" Sans yelled like it was a big deal.

"Yeah I guess not!..." I trailed off.

"Wait... If you haven't seen your soul yet... Then that means..." Sans looked up to me.

"I didn't fight any monsters in the ruins because Toriel was with me the whole way and there was no need to take it out." Sans muttered an "Oh."

"Welp in that case, I guess I will have to ask you the literal way." Sans sighs. "What do you feel whenever you accomplish something?"

"Relief? Satisfaction?" I rattled off adjectives.

"No no no! I mean whenever you are motivated to do something. What do you feel?" I remember using the word, 'aspiration,' a lot whenever I was really motivated to make the bar... Maybe it's that.

"Aspiration." I said surely. Aspiration.