Summary: The Swapfell Underground needs repopulating, the Queen decides petty criminals would perfect for the job. Unfortunately for Papyrus he’s a petty criminal.
A good alternative title would be: ‘Swapfell Papyrus Suffers’.
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“Papyrus you need to stop,” Sans said, frowning as
Papyrus sat at the kitchen table, putting them at near eye level.“Stop what?” Papyrus could guess what
he meant. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation and it
wouldn’t be the last.Sans’ frown deepened as he tapped his
foot and crossed his arms. “Gambling, what do you think I’m talking about?”Papyrus sighed as he dumped his wallet
out on the table. The gold coins clinked as they landed in a little pile. It
was smaller than Papyrus would’ve liked but better than nothing. “Ya didn’t
have a problem with my gambling before. In fact, ya quite liked it ‘cause of
all this.” He gestured to the pile of gold. All of it he’d won tonight by
playing cards in the back of the local bar that used to belong to Muffet before
she disappeared and was now run by Cupcake, her giant cupcake spider pet. He
still worried about her but no matter how hard he tired he couldn’t find her
but she wasn’t dead, he knew that for a fact; someone like her wouldn’t die
that easily… and Cupcake would know.“That was before it being illegal actually mattered,” Sans snapped. Ever
since the penultimate human soul needed to break the Barrier had been acquired,
Queen Toriel had decided to be much
stricter about upholding the law and militarizing everything in her
preparations to invade the Surface once the final human soul was obtained and
the Barrier was finally broken. Judging by how long it typically was between
humans falling down here they had years
to prepare, making all this frenzy not worth it and not sustainable.
Really looking forward to this fic, Deck! Bad things are on the horizon for the poor puppy.
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