Papyrus (Mafiafell)

Suit: Black, immaculate cut. Three-piece: jacket, vest, trousers. Made to order. It fits perfectly — it fits a bony figure, emphasizing the width of the shoulders and the narrowness of the waist. The fabric is matte, expensive in appearance, does not shine. The jacket has a red lining that flashes when he turns sharply or pulls a weapon out of an inner pocket.

Vest: Black, fastened with all buttons except the top one. Under the vest is the same dark red shirt.

Tie: Burgundy silk, perfectly tied. The golden clip with the engraved coat of arms of the "family" is a stylized bone crossed with a knife. It looks like it's soaked in blood. Handkerchief in the breast pocket: Blood-red, folded at a sharp angle. It looks like a drop of blood frozen on a black background.

Cufflinks: Gold, with tiny rubies. It's the only piece of jewelry he allows himself. Trousers: Black, straight, with perfect arrows. No baggy pants. No panties on top. This is not a superhero. He's a gangster.

Shoes: Black, oxfords, polished to a mirror shine. The heel adds another couple of centimeters to his already impressive height. He walks almost noiselessly — despite the hard soles, he moves like a predator. You won't hear his footsteps until he's right behind you.

Coat/ Raincoat (over a suit): In the cold or to go out "on business," he wears a long black coat with a red lining. The collar is turned up. The coat is heavy and flutters when walking, like an inquisitor's cloak. Inside there are hidden pockets for weapons.

Gloves: Black leather. Not red. The black ones. They fit his hands tightly and creak when he clenches his fist. He takes them off only when he eats, signs documents or... when he doesn't want to stain his good skin with blood. Under the gloves are bare white bony fingers with a gold ring on the little finger (the seal of the "family")

Legs and gait

Pelvis: Wide, angular. The trousers sit low on the hip bones, emphasizing the V-shaped line of the torso.

Thighs and lower legs: Long, slender, hidden under the fabric of trousers. When walking, sometimes the outlines of bones appear if he takes a long step.

Gait: Smooth, predatory, noiseless. He doesn't stomp. He doesn't run. He's moving. Like a shark in the water. Every step is precise and precise. He's never in a hurry. If the Boss is in a hurry, it means that everything is very bad. He usually moves with the lazy grace of a man who has time, because time belongs to him.

Torso and physique

Neck: Long and graceful, but every bone looks reinforced, so you can't break the vertebrae so easily. Around his neck was a burgundy silk tie, like dried blood, tied in a perfect Windsor knot. Not a butterfly. Tie. He's too serious for butterflies.

Shoulders: Broad, rounded. He wears them as if the whole city is on them.And that's it. The collarbones are sharp, protruding — even under the clothes you can guess their shape. Chest and ribs: The chest is wide, the ribs are thick, the shield of the soul. They don't look like a "skeleton", but like an armor made of bone. A dark red silk or expensive cotton shirt is worn over it, tightly fitting a bony torso.

Spine and back: Perfect posture. Straight as a bayonet. He doesn't slouch or slouch in an armchair like Sans. Even when he is sitting, his back remains straight — this is the pose of a monster who is always ready to stand up and strike. The vertebrae on the back are visible if the jacket is removed. They look like the teeth of a combat mechanism.

Waist: Narrow, tight. The contrast with his broad shoulders makes him look like a blade.

Arms and hands: Shoulder bones: Long, powerful. You can see the relief under the jacket. Elbows: Sharp. When he bends his arm, the jacket tightens at the elbow joint. Forearms: Strong. Under his shirt sleeves, if you roll them up (which he rarely does, only for "dirty work"), you can see bones — white, clean, without chips or cracks. He always tries to look neat and prefers to take care of injuries. Hands: Long, graceful, but with terrible grip strength. The fingers are thin, pointed, more like claws. In gloves, they look like the instruments of a surgeon or an executioner. Without gloves, white bones, cold to the touch. He often taps his fingers on the table when he thinks. It's the only nervous gesture he allows himself.

Skull shape: Elongated, with a sharp, aggressive jaw. The cheekbones are high, sharp as blades, and the teeth look more like fangs. The chin is sharp and strong-willed.

Smile: Permanent. Spicy. Dangerous. Unlike the warm one. That smile is a warning. Even when he kills. The smile only gets wider. The teeth are even and white, but slightly longer than usual, especially the canines. When he grins, it looks like he's going to grab you by the throat.

Eye sockets: Large, dark, almost always narrowed. His gaze is heavy and appraising. He looks at you, and you feel like an article in an accounting book: either an asset or a liability. Either you're useful or you're liable to be written off. Along the left eye socket there are two furrows of scars that run from the forehead almost to the end of the chin.

Pupils-lights: Normal condition: Dark red, almost maroon. They burn steadily, without blinking. There is little light in them — only cold interest.

Irritation / Warning: The lights become brighter, more saturated, the color shifts to scarlet. The left eye socket may start to leak red — not blood, a magical emanation similar to smoke or flame without fire. Combat mode / Rage: Both eyes flash bright scarlet, the left eye is completely flooded with a red glow, sometimes with the effect of "glass" or "smoke". In this state, he ceases to be the "Boss." He becomes a Velvet Devil.

He's interested in people. However, it is very difficult for Papyrus to interact with them, for the most part, he has seen the worst human sides, but if you are loyal to him and brag, he will definitely be charmed, since his vanity is quite large.

Loyalty to the "family": This is the only thing left of the classic Papyrus — its devotion. In this universe, "family" is not just a word. This is the law. He's the Boss. He is responsible for everyone under him. And he would die for them if necessary. Just like they would die for him.

He has a special relationship with Sans. Sans is his brother, his advisor, his only weakness. He knows that Sans is lazy, sarcastic, and always messing around. But he also knows that behind that mask lies the most dangerous monster in the room. And he trusts Sansa in a way he doesn't trust anyone. Sans is the only one who is allowed to make fun of the Boss. The only one who can sit in his presence without asking permission. The only one who sees him without a mask.

Vocabulary:

Formality: He addresses people as "Mr.", "miss", "my friend". Even to the enemies. Especially to the enemies. "Mr. Smith, I'm disappointed. We agreed, didn't we?" The absence of empty threats: He doesn't say "I'm going to kill you." He says, "I don't want our conversation to be accepted... an unpleasant turn." And you realize that the "unpleasant turn" is your bones in the bag.

Business metaphors: His threats sound like business negotiations. "I'm afraid your position in this enterprise has become... unprofitable. We have to eliminate it." To eliminate is to kill.

Restrained humor: He knows how to joke. His humor is dry, black, and tinged with cynicism. "Sans, please remove the body. Or leave it. It adds to the interior... character." He rarely laughs out loud. Usually — a short, quiet exhale through the nose. "Heh". NYEH HEH HEH? No. In this universe, his laughter is a quiet, low—pitched "Heh." Or, on rare occasions, when he really finds something funny — "Keh heh heh...", similar to the grinding of ice. The classic Papyrus's signature laugh would sound like mockery here. He doesn't laugh like that.

Key features

Control: Everything in his life is subject to control. His suit fits perfectly. His movements are measured. His words are measured. He does not allow himself unnecessary emotions, unnecessary gestures, unnecessary words. Every action has a purpose. Every smile is a message, not a sign of joy. He controls himself. He's in control of the situation. He's controlling you—even if you don't notice it. His presence in the room changes the atmosphere: people start talking quieter, breathing more carefully, thinking faster. He doesn't demand attention — he takes it away.

Intelligence and calculation: Papyrus is a strategist. He doesn't act on impulse. Every decision is the result of a cold analysis. He calculates the risks, evaluates the benefits, and anticipates the consequences five steps ahead. His "puzzles" are no longer about colored tiles on the floor — they are about people, money and power.

He remembers everything. Every favor. Every insult. Every little thing you said, thinking he wasn't listening. He's always listening. His memory is a ledger in which all debts are recorded. And he always pays the bills. Charisma and charm.

He's charming. The danger it emanates from is strangely attractive. He speaks softly, with a slight hoarseness, stretching the words. His smile is sharp but mesmerizing. He knows how to be pleasant. He knows how to be endearing. It's part of his arsenal: the victim has to relax before he falls. His charm is a tool. He uses it to lull you into talking, to get you to give him what he needs. And you'll give it back. Because it seems to refuse him... wrong. Dangerous.

Name/Nickname: Papyrus Vindiec / Boss / The Velvet Devil / Paps. Gender: Male. Race: Skeleton Monster. Physical data: Height ~ Approximately 6'8" (203 cm). (In AU, it is noticeably taller and more massive than the classic Papyrus. His figure is more impressive, predatory, but at the same time retains elegance.) Age ~ Indefinite. The equivalent of 25-30 human years. Sans' younger brother, but he's the boss in this universe. Sans is his right—hand man and the only being he truly trusts. Abilities Bone Manipulation: An enhanced, more deadly version. The bones he summons are sharper, heavier, and he doesn't hesitate to pierce through them. Uses them as throwing knives, stakes, or barriers. Red Attack (Gravity): Controls the gravity of the soul with surgical precision. It can pin you in place, make you crawl, or hang you in the air. Uses it not for puzzles, but for interrogations. KR (Karmic Retribution): Like Sans, but weaker. His attacks cause "deferred damage" — you feel not only physical pain, but also the severity of your sins. It's unpleasant for an ordinary person. It's painful for a murderer. Red Mode: When he enters combat mode, his left eye turns red, and his strength and speed increase. In this state, he stops holding back. Master of melee combat: Wields a knife, a sword cane, and bare hands. His style is fast, elegant, and deadly. He doesn't waste any unnecessary movements. Intimidation Aura (Aura of suppression): His mere presence makes the weak in spirit freeze. He doesn't scare you on purpose — he's just there, and that's enough. Strategic Genius: Calculates the moves ahead. His "puzzles" in this universe are business schemes and multi-steps to eliminate competitors.