DropTale sans had been stuck in BlightTale for quite a while. Although he still hadn’t met the Sans or Papyrus.
As Drop walked down the street minding his own business kicking a tin can he bumped into Commander Papyrus.
“Watch it! I’m walking here!” Drop stated.
“Shut it kid!” Commander Papyrus replied before pulling out two swords and putting each against Drop’s neck.
“W-woah n-no need f-f-for blades” Drop stuttered, cursing mentally for doing so and losing cool so quickly.
“I might spare you if you apologize…”
“S-sorry now please… drop the blades.” Drop pleaded.
“Fine…” Papyrus lowered and put up the swords.
“Where ya heading anyways,” Drop asked.
“To my ship…” Papyrus spoke “but it seems I’ve lost my way,” Papyrus lied. He thought Drop was cute to be honest and just wanted a chance to get close to him.
“Maybe I could show y