Forever Young

In a world where you do not age after the age of 19 until you meet your soulmate, Mettaton wants to live forever. How must he do that? By killing his one true love.
Yes, @YaPrtyMuch and I are writing stories with the same plot. We have agreed to do this and are not copying one another.


2. The Psycho

This is human au but i'm still using the names of the towns try and stop me i dare u

It was a breezy autumn day in Snowdin, Papyrus was out for his late night stroll. The funny thing about the town was that it never snowed, despite its ironic name. His red boots scuffed the pavement as he walked, he liked the scraping sound it made. A light wind blew against his skinny frame and he shivered. It never snowed, but it could certainly get cold. 

He made his way down the block and before he knew it he had entered an entirely different town by a lake. He watched a duck trail by in the murky water, he waved at the unobservant creature childishly. Blue flowers lined the lake, echo flowers, said to repeat what passing people said. The starry sky overlooked the scene, the far off suns reflecting in the black water. 

A hand on his shoulder made him jump and he spun around, only to be greeted by his best friend, Undyne. Her long, red hair was pulled into a messy high bun on top of her head and she had a leather jacket layered over her simple black tank-top. 

"Papyrus, I thought I told you not to come around here at night."

"Sorry, it's just very pretty," Papyrus huffed, "I couldn't resist coming to look out at the water.

Undyne sighed, it wasn't the first time she'd had this conversation with the stubborn man standing beside her.

"Yes, well you know what's not pretty?"

"Getting my ass kicked by the psycho that lives down here?"

"Exactly! The neighbors said he doesn't age, he hasn't for as long as anyone can remember!"

Papyrus sighed at the repetitive argument before saying, "Maybe he just hasn't found his soulmate."

Undyne shook her head. "You know that's not all. I've told you what other things they've seen. They've claimed to see him dragging bodies into his backyard and burying them-"

"For the millionth time, Undyne, why do you believe these rumors? Maybe he's just misunderstood."

Undyne rolled her eyes.

"And for the millionth time, Papyrus, he's creepy as hell. I've seen him, he never meets anyone's eyes and he has so many piercings. He always has some sort of weapon with him too, and, might I add, he lives in his dead cousin's house."

"So?" Papyrus snapped, "Why judge a book by its cover? Perhaps he's just insecure."

Undyne raised an eyebrow.


"Yeah. Like, the reason he never meets anyone's eyes is probably because he's scared of judgment, he might carry a weapon with him because something bad or traumatic may have happened to him in the past, and all those piercings might be a way for him to build confidence."

Undyne stared at him in awe. 

"Guess I never thought about it that way."

"Sometimes you just have to look at things from other perspectives," Papyrus said, shrugging. 

"Whatever. Come on, let me walk you to my house, I'll make you a cup of coffee, you look cold."

"Oh, I don't drink coffee this late at night," Papyrus warned as they began to walk. 

"Now you do," Undyne mumbled. 

"You never told me what you were doing out here," Papyrus suddenly remembered.

"I was doing the same as you, taking a little walk."

"So, you're worried about my safety, but not your own?"

"I don't need to worry about my safety, I can defend myself easily. I was in the royal guard, wasn't I?"

"Yeah, well, I may not have worked for the king when he was alive, but I know how to defend myself."

"Sure you do."

Papyrus punched his friend's muscley arm lightly. 

They began to approach Undyne's street, but among the houses they had to pass was a rather shady looking mobile home. The shutters were drawn over many windows with cracks in the glass. The outside door had swung mostly off its hinges, it practically looked abandoned. 

"Is that...?"

"Yes. Stay close."

She took his hand as they began to walk past it. 

Suddenly, one of the shudders shook and a corner was lifted, revealing two beady green eyes that shimmered against the eery darkness. 

There was a hitch in Undyne's breath and she began to walk faster, pulling Papyrus along closely behind her. Papyrus' eyes stayed trained on the being watching them, though, who's green eyes met his brown ones. 

They looked sinister, intimidating, but Papyrus saw something else in them. Something like desperation, or loss, or maybe even fear.

Perhaps he was just a little misunderstood. 








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