Papyrus had a set schedule for his day to day life. It was something that he had set up when he and his brother first moved up to the surface. Ever since they came up to the surface nothing stayed the same for long. Whether it was the craziness of moving or how humans reacted to them or just monsters in general everything was just hectic. It was nice to have something constant in his life, a routine, to help him focus on in this constantly changing world.

The Routine was pretty simple though. First he would wake up at five thirty and then eat a small snack before going on a jog around the block. Afterwards he would go train with Undyne before heading home, showering and started making breakfast for him and Sans. He would wake up Sans at nine, they would eat breakfast and whether he had work or not is where his schedule deviated. So for the most part his schedule doesn't change which suited him just fine.

Except about a week ago something had happened. He had never seen their neighbor on the right before. They seemed to mostly keep to themselves He knew someone lived there though as the other neighbors would sometimes gossip about the "shut in" whatever that meant. He just never actually met them. Sans, who always assumed the worse, just thought they must not be a fan of monsters, but Papyrus didn't think that was true. Maybe they were shy?

Last Saturday though he had actually seen the neighbor. Normally never paid too much to any of the neighbor's houses when he was on his jog. It seemed that the sometimes put human on edge when a monster starts checking out their house. What drew his attention though was a quick movement at the window. That was when he first saw them, they were standing at the window looking over at him, a drink in hand but just as he was about to greet them as their eyes met they closed the blinds fast and hid. It stayed with him almost the whole day, even Undyne had noticed and asked. Her advice was just to ignore them, not much you can do with rude humans. Besides while the rest of the neighbors might be gossips they weren't too bad.

He didn't follow her advice though, the human was at their window everyday. Did they have a routine as well? It became apart of his routine, every day he would wave at them just to watch them hide away. Maybe one day human would wave back. Sans was getting mad at the how the human was acting, but Papyrus didn't want to think the worse of another person maybe they were shy.

A week past but the human still kept avoiding him though, it was almost enough for even Papyrus to give up hope. Which is why he was up early today, he was going to make his famous friendship spaghetti! Food always brought people together so maybe this would be just the thing he needed to befriend the human. If this didn't work then he would have to move onward, the least he could do was give this friendship the best chance at forming.

The human was at the window again as he walked up to the door. He had debated if he wanted to give the human the food in person or just leave it at the door. In the end he decided if they were too shy to wave back he doubted they would answer the door. So he rang the doorbell and left the friendship spaghetti on the door handle and continued his day. He had looked over at the window as he left the front door but the human already having ducked away from the window when he approached the door.

Papyrus had been distracted the whole rest of the day, did the human find the spaghetti? Did they eat it? Did they even like spaghetti? He hoped they at least liked it, ever since they came up from the underground he had been watching human cooking shows. He learned then that his cooking wasn't actually good even though Sans had said that he had been improving. It actually caused a fight between the two of them, well he was mad and Sans didn't really fight back. Could it even be called a fight if its one-sided? He shook his head to derail his thought train, he was getting off track.

He didn't see the human the rest of the day, not surprising but he had hoped that maybe the spaghetti might have drawn them out, but nothing. Maybe he should give up. Sans had tried to cheer him up at dinner, pick up because just wasn't in the best mood to cook, but there wasn't much he could do.

The next day as he exited the house for his walk he spotted a bag on his door knob. Opening it up revealed a note,a bag of homemade cookies, and the tupperware that he had put the spaghetti in cleaned. He looked at the note as he set everything down on the kitchen table.

"Thank you for the spaghetti, it was delicious. Here are some chocolate chip cookies i made as thanks." They signed the note on the bottom and Papyrus smiled. He ate one of the cookies and headed back out for his jog. Waving once more at the neighbor, this time though they waved back shyly.

Maybe this friendship could work.