"What are you doing?" You asked Papyrus as he laid lasagna noodles across a layer of sauce and other ingredients. He added yet more of that before topping it off with cheese. "COOKING, OBVIOUSLY." He grumbled something, but you didn't bother to care. "Papyrus, I'm bored." You groaned. "GOOD, I DON'T CARE." He put the pan in the oven. "Can I have a kni-"
"NO." You sighed again and shrugged. "At least I tried." Papyrus turned to you with an annoyed and curious(?) look on his face. "WHY DO YOU WANT TO DIE SO BAD?" It was your turn to feel annoyed. "Because nobody wants me to live." He quirked a brow. "MEANING?" You sighed in exasperation. Did he not notice that he was doing the same thing?! "Ok. So the world is made up of two types of people. Those who use others and those who are used by others. You are a user, while I am one of those who are used. I got sick of being used." You explained bluntly. "I AM A USER HOW?" Papyrus questioned, his tone undistinguishable. "Have you not noticed the way you treat Sans? Use him?" Papyrus didn't respond.

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The kitchen became silent as Papyrus thought about your words. You really didn't have anything to say either. So you sat in silence until the timer went off. Even then, Sans found you both still silent. "what happened 'ere?" You shook your head. "Nothing, that's why I'm bored." Sans looked to Papyrus. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." He huffed shortly. Papyrus served the food and as soon as he was done, he went upstairs. Sans gave you a dangerous look. "what'd ya say ta him?" Sans growled. "The fucking truth." You spat back. He grabbed your shirt and pulled you close. "which would be..?" His sockets were now pitch black voids. "He's a user. He uses others for his own benefit. Am I wrong?" Sans eyelights returned. "really now..?" He let go. "he didn't do anything? i mean, he always- ya know what, neva mind. he's probably jus' poutin'. he'll be back ta himself tamorrow." Sans took his plate to the sink and disappeared, leaving you alone... you could look for a knife. Now was the prime opportunity to end it all. You got up and started for the first drawer. But... "HUMAN." Fuck, you took too long.

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You turned to Papyrus. "It's [Y/N], not that you would care." He paused, a conflicted expression on his face. "... FINE [Y/N]." You quirked a brow. "What are you playing at." You asked suspiciously. "... DO YOU THINK EVEN THE WORST PERSON COULD CHANGE, IF THEY JUST TRIED?" You pondered the question, confused as hell. "I think..? Maybe? Nobody ever trys to get better though. They don't change." You crossed your arms. "This is how the world works. Use or be used, kill or be killed." Papyrus shook his head. "THEN I WILL CHANGE AND PROVE YOU WRONG." He said challengingly. "Ha, yeah, good luck with that." You left the kitchen then realized... you had no idea where you were sleeping. "YOU CAN TAKE MY ROOM, [Y/N]." Papyrus said from the doorway, as if reading your mind. "... what's in it for you?" Like you were going to let him trick you. "ABSOLUTELY NOTHING." You narrowed your eyes. "THE SATISFACTION OF BEING RIGHT."
"Nope, I'll sleep down here." Once more you found yourself unable to move as Papyrus used his magic on you and drew you upstairs. "GOOD NIGHT [Y/N], SLEEP WELL." Papyrus was smirking in victory as you were dumped in his room.