Surprise, more undertale! Prepare to read the first mature book of a sexually frustrated female XD There will be lemonade and cinnamon rolls for those who stay.

The rain patters lightly around you as you wait by the bus stop, arms folded for warmth as water slowly seeps into your shoes. You knew it was going to rain today, yet for some reason had decided against bringing an umbrella; or even a coat. You thought you could beat the rain to work today. How wrong you were.

There's no one other than you stood beneath the rusty bus sign. As usual. As far as you're aware you're the only person in the area who wakes up early enough to catch the five-forty-five bus. But you enjoy your mornings alone while waiting for public transport. It gives you time to think and daydream before a hard day at work inking people's skin. You're a tattoo artist and a damned good one too. It may not have been your ideal job growing up, but it pays the rent and you get to meet new people in the process.

A car rushes up with its headlights blaring white through the rain. It speeds straight past you, not even bothering to slow down as it drives through a forming puddle at the side of the road. Water sprays across your jeans and shirt, dribbling down into your shoes. An annoyed huff leaves your lips as you flip the driver off, despite knowing he's already too far ahead to see it.

"EXCUSE ME?"

The voice comes from right beside you, causing your heart to leap into your throat and your teeth to clamp down on your tongue. Embarrassment heats your cheeks as you whip around to face the stranger. Did he see you flip off that car just now? You hope not.

"Hello?" You reply awkwardly, giving the stranger facing you a quick once-over. The first thing you register is that he isn't human but one of the many monsters currently occupying Ebott City. They've been around for roughly five years, yet there are still many people who are spooked by the supernatural creatures. Luckily, you've already grown used to them, having lived in a heavily monster-populated part of the city. This monster appears to be of the undead category - a skeleton to be precise. He's tall and slender, far taller than you. Beneath his black trench coat, a white turtleneck clings tightly to his bones. In a hand, he holds a bright red umbrella, the only splash of colour on him. You attempt to straighten your spine, trying to look as dignified as a half-soaked woman can. "Can I help you with anything?"

The skeleton gives you a strange look. "ARE YOU WAITING FOR THE BUS?"

"Yeah, I am."

"I SEE. I TOO AM WAITING FOR IT. WOULD YOU LIKE TO WAIT TOGETHER? IT'S ONLY THAT I CAN'T HELP BUT NOTICE YOU ARE WEARING NO WEATHER-RESISTANT CLOTHING, AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU'D LIKE TO SHARE MY UMBRELLA?"

The loud pitch of the voice of the skeleton throws you a little given his monochrome clothing. You were expecting it to be deeper. In response to his question, you give a watery grin. "Are you sure that's alright? It's my fault for not dressing up properly."

"NOT AT ALL, HUMAN. I WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO BE OF HELP."

With a numb nod, you step up next to the skeleton and under the shelter of his umbrella. It's a relief to be out of the rain, giving you a chance to peel the wet hair from your face and tuck it behind your ears. You bring your hands to your lips and start huffing into them.

"MY NAME IS PAPYRUS." The monster says suddenly, making you jump again. You weren't expecting him to continue the conversation. "Oh, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you Papyrus."

"YES, IT IS NICE TO MEET YOU TOO."

The conversation falls dead again after that, but you can feel the skeletons empty sockets on you regardless. It's obvious he's fascinated by you, and eager to ask questions. You imagine the reason he isn't is that he's trying to be polite and not bother you. You appreciate his efforts, but honestly, the staring is a little awkward. You'd rather him barrage you with questions than stare silently.

"I've uh, never seen you before. Do you often take the bus?" You ask once the staring becomes too much, glancing up at his skeletal features. To your surprise an eager grin crosses his skull, the voids in his sockets lighting up. "WHY YES, I DO. I AM GOING TO VISIT MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER. ALTHOUGH I USUALLY CATCH A LATER BUS."

"Ah, that'll be why I haven't seen you before. I take the same bus every day to get to work."

"YOU WAKE UP THIS EARLY EVERY DAY? YOU MUST BE VERY DEDICATED TO YOUR WORK. IF ONLY MY BROTHER SHARED THE SAME MOTIVATION AS YOU DO."

You smile, "thanks. Although I'd consider myself more of a workaholic. I'm envious that your brother can be so laid back."

"HE ISN'T LAID BACK SO MUCH AS HE IS LAZY. HE INFURIATES ME SOME DAYS. IF HE ISN'T WORKING HE'S SLEEPING, AND ON THE RARE OCCASION HE ISN'T SLEEPING, HE'S USUALLY OUT BOONDOGGLING WITH HUMAN FEMALES ALL NIGHT. HE THINKS I DON'T NOTICE, BUT I DO."

You attempt to suppress an amused grin. This brother of his sure sounds like a piece of work. Lazy. Unmotivated. A womanizer? Sounds like every guy you've ever dated. No, sorry. Every guy you've never dated. Who'd date someone like that? And it's a shame considering how polite and well-mannered Papyrus seems to be. With two older siblings of your own, you'd almost say you can sympathize with his frustrations.

The yellow of the bus comes into view shortly after, and you flag it down with a hand. You step up first onto the vehicle, paying for a ticket and taking the first seat you see. Papyrus follows after, requesting the same ticket you'd just payed for. The bus driver gives him an unimpressed glare, which you don't miss.

"Sorry bud, but this bus is a human-only one. You'll have to catch the next one." The driver states without shame.

"OH, I SEE. I DID NOT REALIZE THERE WERE SUCH RULES. I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING UP YOUR TIME."

You jump back to your feet before you know what you're doing, and march to the front of the bus. You grab Papyrus' arm before he can leave, and then turn your fury on the bus driver.

"Excuse me, but I take this bus every day, and I've never heard of such a bullshit rule!" The driver looks disgruntled over your outburst. A few of the passengers turn their attention to you, eager to watch a show unfold. "It's newly instated." He grumbles, trying not to make eye contact.

"Bull-shit. I think you're just being racist."

There's a snort of laughter near the back of the bus. It's quickly covered up. You ignore it in favour of staring down the driver.

"One. Ticket. Please."

Without a word he prints off the requested ticket, and you snatch it up, all the while glaring at him. Papyrus seems at a loss for words as you keep your grip on his arm and lead him to a seat.

"Sorry." You mumble the moment the bus starts moving again, sparing a glance at the skeleton. "I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"WHY WOULD THAT EMBARRASS ME? I WAS SIMPLY AMAZED BY YOUR SHOW OF COURAGE. YOU DID NOT HAVE TO HELP ME. I COULD HAVE JUST TAKEN THE NEXT BUS." He explains simply.

"What? And let the driver get away with such casual racism? Hell no. It's people like him who give humans a bad name."

"I SEE. IN THAT CASE THANK YOU VERY MUCH, Y/N. YOU ARE KINDER THAN MOST HUMANS."

"No problem. Think of it as thanks for letting me share your umbrella."

"I WILL INDEED."