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I Swear My Friends Hate Me

Me: *makes a terrible pun like Sans (Undertale) and laughs at it*

Friends: No wtf why am I friends with you *starts laughing too* NNNO IM NOT LAUGHING I HATE YOUR JOKES I SWEAR (like Papyrus*

Sweet Desire: (FreshPaper) Chapter 1

Fresh’s POV: @dr-kylix

Our Shop AU belong to us :P

Since I have been upgrading the shop a little, I've walked around enough to notice that there was a neat bakery next to my Flower shop. From what I can assume, the owner is a very colorful skeleton with sunglasses-that prevents me from seeing his eyes. He came over and asked to help, which surprised me even if I was struggling with getting it all done. He was really kind, and I really appreciate his offer for help. I invited him in kindly, and lead him into my shop, which was tiny compared to his. The lighter-boned skeleton assisted with carrying the furniture, like my mahogany table. After we finished moving the furniture, I sigh in relief. "Oh dear... I would like to apologize. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Paper Jam, what is your name sir?" He hesitated. "My name, Brotato, is Fresh." I smiled lightly. "You have a unique name, Mr. Freesh." I said cheerfully. "Uhm... Paper Jam, my name isn't pronounced Freesh, it is Fresh."  Fresh chuckles awkwardly. "U-uh, I'm sorry, I didn't know..." I nervously looked down at the floor. Fresh came over to me and slapped me on the back. "Look man chill, it was just a mistake."  I looked back up quickly, and beamed at him. "Y-yeah, just a mistake. Sorry about that Mr. Fresh." "See now you're being radical! Also dude you don't need to call me Mr.Fresh." I tilted my head slightly. "I feel like I need to." I chuckled. "You're obviously older than me, so I must be polite." He smiled at me. "If ya don't mind to answer, how old are you bro?" "I'm 18, Mr. Fresh." Fresh stared at me for a little bit, making it obvious that he was surprised. "Haha, I told you Sir. I am a lot younger than most people find me to be, even if I am short." "Sooo dude what ya gonna do with dis building, anyways?" Fresh asked. "Well, I will turn it into a flower shop. I hope it will come out okay." "Flower Shop. That's radical. I haven't seen one in a long time." He said briefly. I laughed lightly. "I have always wanted my own shop. But, enough about me. How long have you had your bakery sir?" I said quickly to change the subject. "I have owned my bakery for quite a long time, but it has existed before I was even a little dude." "Ah, so you've inherited it?" I looked up into his... glasses? "Yup got it from my folks!" I smiled and chuckled. That's nice. At least you didn't have to buy it..." I sighed. "Hey brotato! Your place is gonna be so radical that whatever you paid for it, it's gonna be worth it!" Fresh said and gave me another slap on the back. "Haha, Thank you. I hope it does turn out that way." "Hey do you still need to transport more stuff cuz we are chatting away here." I laughed nervously. "The rest of the stuff is just pots. You can go back to your shop, after all, it's still open." Oki doki, keep it radical. Cya!” He waved. "Goodbye Mr. Fresh!" I watched him leave. Later that day, I finished bringing everything into the shop. At this point, I had already unpacked everything, so I just sat down on the floor and against the wall and panted from trying to get it finished so fast. "Heh, It's only been a day and I've already made an acquaintance out of Mr. Fresh..." But that's when I realized I still had to set up all of the flowers for the customers. "I'll do it later... After all, it's not opening until tomorrow." I sighed and stood up. "Even if it's hard to do, I believe that this place will come out 'radical', as Mr. Fresh put it." I laughed and walked outside of my shop, looking up at the blue sky. I sat back down onto the soft green grass, and just sat there, admiring all of the world around me. "It's so wonderful outside! I wonder why people always stay inside instead of going to look at the plant life and the sky..." I mummbled to myself quietly. I took a quick glance at Mr. Fresh's bakery through the large window, and watched in awe as he happily greeted all of his customers like they went way back. "One day, I'll be as cool as he is..."

Paperjam belongs to @7goodangel

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies

Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ I had to draw these cuties. Should I continue?

Sweet Desire (A Fresh Paper Story): Chapter 1

This story will have two writers that write from different point of views on the main characters and will post on their blogs. Fresh’s POV: @dr-kylix Paper Jam’s POV: @bunbunpro Credits Creator of Fresh: @loverofpiggies Creator of Paper Jam: @7goodangel

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* Frisk and Papyrus use KISS!

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* It’s super effective!