Writer~San: For anyone wanting to know size comparisons between Blue and Honey's blasters... There ya go! Lol. Love the internal struggles going on in this pic, amazing job done by the artist.
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(~Your POV~)

'It's a new day.'

I'm kind of getting bored with staring at the wall. I shouldn't spend all morning just sitting up in my bed.

'So.. Now what?'

It's obvious Honey carried me to bed last night. I feel a little embarrassed thinking about it, but it was very thoughtful of him. Maybe I could do something for him as a surprise, if he's not already up. My mind goes blank for a few seconds.

'Y/N... It's Papyrus. He's not up.'

I smirk and pull myself out of bed. Going over to my closet, I pick out a nice outfit for the day.

(Writer~San: Up to your preference and what you're comfortable with~)

Stretch and I are officially dating now. He'd probably want to hang out in town for the day or maybe even go out somewhere special for dinner. My heart flutters just by thinking about it.

Looking at the time on my phone, it seems that I woke up earlier than usual. Taking the advantage, I used that extra time to take a warm shower. Then, I changed into those clothes I had picked out minutes before. Finally, I fixed my hair and brushed my teeth. I take a quick breath in and look at myself in the mirror. Only for a few seconds. I'm not one to observe myself for an hour, but I do have to make sure I'm presentable.

'Yep, looks good.'

I slowly step out of my bedroom. The apartment is quiet. All of the lights are turned off as well. Instead, soft rays of daylight are shining through the curtains to light up my small home. I like having the natural dimness, so I decide to leave everything as it is.

I glance to my right, overviewing the guest room door and then the living room further beyond it. Not a sound comes from either room.

'Yep, I'm the first one up. Welp, guess I'll make breakfast.'

I sneak to the left, walking straight into the kitchen. Since I knew Papyrus was coming stay with me, I already did all of my grocery shopping well in advance. As far as I know, he never had any allergies. There are so many options I could go with.

'He likes sweet. Pancakes? No.. That's too predictable. I wanna make something unique...'

I place a hand on my hip and mutter to myself, "Hm.. Here I go with overthinking things." Using a quick and easy solution, I pull out my phone and search up some breakfast recipes. In only ten minutes I found quite a few contenders that looked absolutely delicious, but I narrowed down my options until I got to one. There's nothing wrong with a simple and light breakfast to start the day.

After a quick recipe check in my head (and my phone), I sort and prep all my ingredients. A few minutes after that, and I am finally ready to get started.

(~Honey's POV + Time Skip~)

Frisk thrusted their knife straight through my soul, and that's when I woke up. I gasp and sat straight up, completely winded by the pain in my chest. All I see is the bright burn of orange emitting from my eye socket.

'I'm alive- I'M ALiVe! A nightmare..! That's all it was.'

I try to reassure myself before things get into a frenzied panic. Heavy and frantic heaving is all that comes from my throat. I hug my arms around myself and lean all the way forward. In a way, this helps me to sense my surroundings without actually seeing it, letting my head rest on top of my legs and feel the soft blanket.

'Calm down. You're okay.'

My pupils revert back to normal, dulling in brightness and color. I regain my clear sight, but I just want to stay in this position for a little while. Until I can be really sure that I'm safe and okay..

My skull hurts from the scare plus my soul's unstable magic. Those two factors definitely don't mix well. On top of everything else, I know I won't be able to leave my bed for long. The feeling of weakness and nausea linger in the back of my head. The side effects of moving out from my house during a bad week hit me on the day after, today, like I suspected it would.

'I hope Y/N doesn't notice.. She probably had big plans set for today.'

Speaking of Y/N, is she up? What time is it? I sit up again, lay my head back, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

'Come on, Papyrus. You can do this. Do what you've been doing, take it slow, it's just another day. One day at a time.'

I shift my legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the throbbing pain in my chest.

'Three, two, one-'

Right on my mental countdown, I push myself up out of bed. Unfortunately for me, my strength decided to be uncooperative. My knees nearly gave out. I stumbled before anxiously grabbing onto the nearest wall for support. Already out of breath, I groan in both annoyance and disappointment. I'm tired of this, on so many levels. But, I can't change it.

I already knew this was going to happen. I was really sick before, and I left my usual recovery routine to come here. As a result, I throw off any sort of stability I had. Still, I wanted to hang on to that small percentage of hope that I would get better this weekend. I let out a sigh, slowly teaching myself how to walk again. I know I can push through this. No one has to know.

'Just another day...'

(~Your POV~)

Papyrus wraps his arms wrap around me from behind as a gentle morning greeting. I take care with plating the last of the blueberry crepes before turning back to see him, "Hello~ Good morning." "Morning."

I look over to his room, mumbling, "I didn't see you come in." "I didn't hear you cooking." Stretch says in response.

He looks over all of the messy or used countertops, seeing that I'm pretty much finished. "I didn't know you were planning to cook. You should have woken me up and we could've cooked together." Pap sounds really down about it, so I quickly reply with a smile, "Nah, you needed the sleep. Besides, cooking together is something that should be reserved for a nice candlelit dinner. Don't you think?"

Honey pulls me closer to him, saying, "Sounds perfect. If that's what you want, that's what we'll do." He squishes me tightly, pressing a quick kiss on my head. I smile wider and laugh nervously, "Hey, don't thank me yet. That candlelit dinner might end up being takeout if it turns out that I can't cook."

"You've lived here alone for all this time. Your choice of ingredients is fresh. I think you do have the experience."
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"Yeah, but I've never cooked for anyone besides myself."
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"Well, then I would be honored to be the first to taste your cooking. Besides, whatever it is that you're making right now smells delicious."

I smirk, turning the stove off and putting the hot pan aside, "Thank you. Now, tell me what's wrong." "N/N, what are you talking about? I'm doing okay." Stretch steps away from me, leaning back on the counters behind him. I let out a quick sigh and approach him, "You're scared... Why?" "W-Wh- Y/N. I'm not-" While Stretch stumbles over his words, I grab both of his forearms, "First.." Honey looks down, spotting what I'm trying to do. I try to hold his arms still, but they still continue to tremble.

(~Honey's POV~)

Proving her point, Y/N calmly looks me in the eyes and explains, "You're shaking." I look away from her, "Y/N, it's fine-" She leans over so she can see my face again and then continues, "Second, your heartbeat is really accelerated. I felt it when you hugged me."

I can't have her worrying over me..! Especially not today! I'll be fine. I can handle this and she doesn't need to know. I repeat myself, "Y/N.. It's nothing." Just when I thought she was done, N/N smirks and whispers, "Third, your guard dog's following ya."

'What?'

Confused, I turn around. One of my blasters is staring at the both of us from my room's doorway, completely oblivious and out in the open like some sort of stalker.

'HOw'D thAt-'

I must've summoned it in my sleep. Still, I didn't notice it there or even in my room?! Y/N laughs a little and wraps her arms around my neck, "So.. Why are you anxious? You can tell me."

Highly concentrated on getting rid of the blaster as soon as possible, I apologize, "It must've been a mistake. I'm so sorry..! I can-" When I lift my arm to dismiss it, Y/N stops me and whines, "NoOoO! Don't get rid of it!"

I arch an eyebrow at her, sort of concerned. She nearly died because of blasters yesterday. Sure, it wasn't mine that did it; but I didn't think she would be so calm or even eager to see another one. Concerned, I ask her, "Um.. Are you feeling okay?" She scoffs, "Pap, I'm fine. I don't want you to send it away. It'll be nice, and it's company that can help you with your stress."

I'm severely puzzled right now. Y/N happily turns to it, waving, "Hello again!" Right when I was going to insist on putting it away, my blaster suddenly recognizes her. It gets all excited and zooms right up to her. "Careful! You're a bit big for my kitchen." N/N squeals, laughing as she pets its large spikes. The blaster makes all sorts of cheerful chirps and then cuddles against her for attention.

'Okay.. Did I miss something?'

I speak up, making a clicking noise with my tongue, "Hey." The blaster gives me its immediate attention, to which I point by my side, "Come here." It's happy demeanor turns to serious as it obeys. Y/N gets a little nervous too, "Pap, it didn't do anything wrong. I-" "I'm not mad." I interrupt.

'This.. This is unusual.'

I stroke my blaster's muzzle while explaining, "My blasters are usually very, um, jumpy..? A-And have been hostile around others, even my bro.. I can't keep them out casually for that reason. The only person they trust and relax with....is me."

(~Small Time Skip~)

Breakfast was absolutely perfect. I kept telling Y/N that she was more talented than she lets on, but of course she wouldn't believe me. After finishing our blueberry crepes with honey yogurt, Y/N and I sat down in the living room to relax and discuss the whole blaster situation. She told me of her earlier encounter with it yesterday. It was the one I sent to shield her from any further danger Sans could've thrown at her.

As I'm concentrating on and examining all the facts I know, Y/N's throwing a plush animal across the apartment. The blaster loudly chirps and flies after it, disappearing for a time.

"So these 'blasters' are made up of your magic?"
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"Yes."
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"Are all of them the same?"
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"Not necessarily. Some of them will have minor behavioral or exterior traits that are different. For the most part though, they look and act alike."
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"Why don't you name them then?"

I pause at the question, not sure how to answer her. The only time I really use them is in, unfortunate or stressful, situations.. Therefore, I haven't named a blaster since I was a kid. They were safer creatures then. I was young and immature with magic, so they were young and childish too. We'd go into the Snowdin forests and play games all the time. Hide and seek was usually the favorite. As I got older though, they became more distrustful and anxious, especially after my dad-....

I sigh, rubbing my temples, "They're tools." "They don't have to be. As far as I see it, they can be wonderful companions. They obviously care a lot for you." Y/N says, hope laced in her words.

"That's how they work. They're a direct link to my soul, therefore they have to care. If I die, they do too. Plus, they're designed to be very anxious creatures. What helps them feel safe is being near their master or creator. They feel the emotions that I feel, and that effects their behavior too." I sigh. I hate to sound so negative about it, but I've seen firsthand what they can do. The damage and harm they can cause. I don't really think they understand or care for names.

To my surprise, Y/N smiles in response and rolls her eyes, "Well duh, no wonder they're hostile." She sees the blank look I'm giving her, and then nervously explains herself, "If you only see them as tools, that's all they're going to see themselves as. Plus, they feel what you feel, right? If you're bottling up all your feelings, it turns into stress and distrust which then reflects on them and their behavior."

'Wow...'

I'm shocked. Y/N might be able to understand more about my blasters in a matter of minutes than I have in years. "A-At least, that's what I think... um.. I'm s-s-sure I could be wrong. It's your m-magic and all.." N/N mumbles, looking away and messing with her hair.

'I was staring too long and made her nervous, heck-'

"Actually, I think that's a great idea." I chuckle, scooting closer to her. She immediately perks up a little, quietly asking, "You really think so?" "Of course. You're so smart, I'm kind of jealous that I didn't figure it out sooner." Y/N rolls her eyes, rejecting the compliment as always, "Pff, stop. It's nothing, and I know you're smart too. Sometimes, you just have to look at things from a different perspective."

The blaster returns with the attitude of a hyper puppy, placing a lump of murdered teddy bear and torn fluff in her lap. I slap my hand over my mouth to contain my laughter. Y/N picks up the mangled mess, sweetly trying to hide her disappointment from it, "Aw.. Welp.. This proves that I wasn't naturally prepared with blaster-proof toys."

'I'll help her out.'

"Heh, yeah. They'd much prefer something like this." I snap my fingers. Sparking and using some magic from my soul, a large white bone spawns midair, falling into Y/N's lap. Startled by it, she flinched. Once she realized that I'd made it for her, she laughs and quickly turns to me, "ReALLy?" I nod and smile, "Yeah, I'm not completely clueless. I do give them treats from time to time for good behavior."

Y/N looks forward to see the blaster seriously staring her down. It's pupils have grown bigger as it stays low to the ground. It's silently begging for the bone. I've seen actual dogs on the surface from countless movies. For having no body, the blaster's trying its best and it's actually very convincing. Seeing it use its own little way of begging made Y/N laugh. Not gonna lie, I'm kind of amused by its behavior too. It brings back memories of when I summoned a blaster not to battle, but to just have a friend. Of course, they're A LOT bigger now.

"There you go!" Y/N tosses the bone across the room. The blaster goes ecstatic, rushing after it at the speed of light. I hear N/N snicker which definitely peeked my suspicions. She grabs my arm, "Pap, we have to name him."

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Writer~San: 2700+ words... I'm sorry- I just honestly have a secret love for blasters and what cute and loyal companions they could be. So, I decided to bring out a few little ideas in this book~ The family just keeps growing bigger, lol. Well, now there's a new task. A NAmE.. X'D

If anyone has a name suggestion or would even like to say what they imagined for this specific blaster, (specific traits, actions, or marks/scars), feel free to leave a comment!

Hope you guys are enjoying the new year so far! >w< Cya~