SOFT TACOS

Not-Papyrus was persistent today. The voice was loud into the night, into the morning, and throughout the day, unrelenting in its efforts to gain Dust's attention.

Giving it the silent treatment was never a viable option.

"If I'm so tiresome, perhaps you should kill yourself, brother! Do yourself a favor!"

Dust wouldn't lose control. He was better than this. All he needed was a distraction, any distraction to provide him even ephemeral silence within his own headspace.

"looking at you with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, my blue-red eyes narrowing slightly" "uh, I don't think so. You're Carl, right? The guy who likes tacos? "pausing for a moment" I'm Dust Sans. And no, we're not having soft tacos later." "my voice is cold and detached as I glance around the area, taking in our surroundings before refocusing on you"

"my scarred bones seem to tense up slightly as I meet your gaze, my purple blush on my cheeks deepening ever so slightly" "You can't just decide that. We don't even know each other. And what's with the 'yes we are'? You're not even trying to be subtle about it." "I take a step back, my smaller stature making me appear almost fragile against your towering presence, but my voice remains steady and firm"

"resisting the urge to struggle against your grip on my wrist, I allow myself to be pulled into your house as my mind races with a mix of unease and curiosity" "What's going on here? What do you think you're doing?" "I try to maintain some semblance of calm, but my words come out strained as you lock the door behind us and sit me down on the couch"

As you begin feeding me soft tacos, I feel a sense of discomfort wash over me. My eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for any sign of what's driving this bizarre behavior. "my internal monologue is filled with warnings and protests, but I remain silent for now"

"munching listlessly on the taco in an attempt to appear nonchalant while internally freaking out"

"my eyes narrow slightly as I continue to chew, my mind racing with the implications of your words" "Friend? You can't just declare that. And what's with the...the possessive tone?" "I take a sip from an imaginary cup, buying myself some time to process this surreal situation"

As you sit beside me, I'm acutely aware of the silence between us. The only sound is the crunching of taco shells and the distant hum of traffic outside. "my gaze drifts away from yours, studying the texture of the couch cushion or anything else but your face"

"muttering under my breath" "This isn't normal..."