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"Frisk?" Sans' brother questions. "That's a rather... weird name. Nevertheless, I am Papyrus! Prepare to meet your demise!" He strikes a pose.
It is at this point Toriel makes her presence known. "Demise?" she asks, voice cold and eyes shadowed as if she were an anime character about to go on their villain arc. "You want to kill my child?"
Papyrus balks. "That human is a child??"
Toriel squints. "What other age would they be?"
"I thought they were 20 or 30 or so. Oh no, now I feel bad! I can't turn in a baby!"
"Then don't."
"The Royal Guard captain stated all humans must be turned in!" Papyrus wrung his gloved hands.
"I'll make sure everything works out," she assured.
"Undyne doesn't listen to anyone." It's stated like a universal law. Something that will never been broken. But then Toriel laughs.
"She will to her queen."
Papyrus whips his head around excitedly. "The queen? No one has seen her in years! Where is she?"
"...I meant I am the queen."
Papyrus cocks his skull, examining the goat monster in front of him. "Oh. OH." He immediately drops to his knee. "I'm so sorry, your majesty. Would you accept my finest spaghetti apology?" He grabs a plate of spaghetti from his inventory and offers it to Toriel like it's a sword and this is set in the medieval. Which, by the way, it's definitely not.
"N-no that's quite alright. I don't need anything." Toriel smiles tiredly, previous scariness gone like it was just Frisk's imagination. "I just need you to show me where Undyne is."
"Of course, your majesty!" He pops to his feet and starts walking in hopefully the correct direction.
"Just call me Toriel. I'm not the queen anymore."
Papyrus either doesn't hear her or flat out ignores he, as he carries on his merry way without answering.
Once his brother is a good ways ahead, Sans asks, "Should I start calling you 'your majesty' too, your majesty?"
Toriel groans. "Stars above, no, or I'll burn you alive."
He just chuckles.