Syrup looked at the two, just... confused. The hell were they doing?- talking, kindly? Being... nice to each other?
... it confused him to no end.

"WELL SYRUP, THE GUEST BEDROOM IS READY, BUT FIRST ARE YOU HUNGRY?"

He barely held back a flinch, out of both fear and pure shock.
He was asking HIM if he wanted food?

".... nah, I'd just, like to rest."

"SOUNDS GOOD, ILL LEAD YOU TO IT!" Syrup slowly followed Rus, feeling Classic's eyes on him making him tense and uncomfortable.

Rus opened the door to the bedroom, letting Syrup in

He slowly looked around.. the room was equipped with a simple bed, desk, bedside table, and mirror
Very simple and plain... but to him it was like a master bedroom.
He can't remember the last time he slept in a bed...

"SORRY ITS A BIT PLAIN- ENJOY YOUR SLEEP!"

Syrup heard the door shut behind him, holding his head
'Holy fuck I'm gonna lose my mind- they leave a stranger by themselves, give them a ROOM, and just-' he shook his head, he had enough mindfucks for one day, he just wanted to... relax.
Relaxing... it was a rare occurrence... maybe he could do so before he allowed himself to pass.
He ignored the voices saying he deserves to suffer... he could relax for one god damn night- or at least try to.

Instead of sitting on the bed, he sat on the carpet quickly melting into the fluffiness below him.

It was so soft... and warm... he couldn't remember the last time he laid on something even remotely comfortable.

He closed his eyes, allowing his body to give in to the warmth for once closing his exhausted eyes.

.... unfortunately he wasn't lucky enough to fall into a dreamless sleep, his mind overcome with fears, memories, pain and tears.

He awoke with ragged breath, clutching the carpet below him weakly.

He slowly forced in deep breaths of air, holding it for a few seconds and letting it out.

He looked at the clock above the door for the time.

.... 2:00 AM, great.
He sighed annoyed, forcing his body up as it silently cracked.

.... Maybe it was time to go. From both this world, and this house.

He carefully opened the door, letting out a silent breath of relief when it didn't creak.

He looked at the stairs, wishing he could just teleport out- painstakingly taking each step slow and careful to not make any noises... both creaking and cracking of his bones.

Once he got down, his eyes set on the door, he began walking past the living room.

"What you doing up this late bud?"

He flinched harshly quickly turning towards the voice.

.. seemed to be Classic, who was sleeping on the couch and had probably been woken up by him. He was waiting for his answer, to which Syrup felt his stutter try to come back, anxiety plunging his thoughts.

He held back, slowly forcing the words "... Just, woke up-" out of his mouth.

"Well, mind if we take this time to answer some questions then?"

Syrup felt his soul start beating quickly, as his thoughts started to spiral.
Only one thought kept him grounded.
'This is not HIM.
Not. HIM.'

He slowly nodded an alright, Classic moving over so Syrup could sit with him.

Flashbacks to the last time he was allowed on the couch flooded his senses, as he quickly said he preferred to stand.

Classic raised an eyebone, but shrugged.
"Alright, first off all...
Your a Papyrus, aren't you Syrup?"

He tensed, honestly surprised.
Slowly he nodded, confirming his theory.

"Thought so... which AU?"

"... I... d-
don't, know..."

It was the truth, though he probably wouldn't tell if he did know-

"Hm, well welcome to Undertale.
How'd you get here?"

Syrup once again shrugged.

"Was just walking through the woods, teleported here."

He... did have an idea of why, but truthfully he didn't know why he was teleported HERE of all places.
It usually just teleported him to the shed whenever he attempted...

Classic nodded
"... Do you need to get back?"

... Honestly that was a hard thought
... did he want to end it there? Or... would anywhere do-

"... I was, gonna leave to try and do so."

".. It's the middle of the night and it's fucking freezing outside, due to the snowstorm that probably will keep us inside for at least a night.
I'll make a portal for you."

"..."
.. dammit
... he couldn't deny though.. the idea of relaxing on the carpet even for another day was like heaven to his hurt, broken mind.

"... Alright, sure."

~~~~~

Rotten slammed his hands on the wall, his eyes filled with pure rage.
His toy DARED to take off the chain, and leave the house???

His gloved hands gripped the whip roughly, his mouth turned into a snarl.

He called Undyne, telling her to find his tracker, as quick as possible

'You've made a grave mistake defying me to this extent toy, I'll make sure this time to break your stubborn spirit finally.'

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AN-

... So uh, been awhile-
I had a long while of, interesting moods to say the least

.. also too much other stories- anyway, uh this has a new cover now!

Hope you all enjoyed!