Mettaton: *doing his hair, humming* *is about to put in hair spray, only for it not to work* Hm? *opens up the hair spray, seeing a dare paper blocking it* *reads it*

Paper: " IniquityHalo dared: Mettaton, I dare you to make Sans blush! (Since you're the only one probably capable of it.)"

Gaster: *pops in the room* Actua●︎●︎y, on t♒︎e contr♋︎ry, you can e♋︎sily do this by say♓︎ng a s♓︎ngle word. But, I do◆︎bt the ♋︎irhead knows t♒︎is, so we s♒︎all see how this pl♋︎ys out. *leaves*

Mettaton: Oh~ *looks off smirking* Let's see, darlings...~

-A while later-

Sans: *walking into the kitchen, his nose buried in some online book with his headphones on*

Mettaton: *flicks his leg in front of him*

Sans: *smacks right into it with his forehead* *abruptly stops, rubbing his forehead* wha-... *sees Mettaton* *glares* ... *ducks under his leg, continuing on his way*

Mettaton: (Why doesn't that leg trick work on either of those brothers?) Hmph. *follows Sans in*

Sans: *hears his high heels clicking behind him* *ignores he's there* *puts some bread into the toaster*

Mettaton: Well, hello, dearie~! *trying to get his attention*

Sans: *pays zero attention to him, seeming to be more interested in what he's reading*

Mettaton: (Maybe he's reading something embarrassing? That should do the trick~) *plucks Sans' phone out of his hand* What are you reading, hm~

Sans: *stares at his now empty hand* ... *blinks* can i have that back?

Mettaton: *reads a few words that are too big for his vocab, quickly realizing this is more boring and science-y than secretive or embarrassing* *decides to go through his photo gallery*

Sans: *turns towards the robot, tapping his foot impatiently* i was readin' somethin'. can ya give it back?

Mettaton: *can't even find a selfie in the photo gallery* *it all just appears to be Papyrus and Papyrus' friends... also a few random cats?* You have pictures of cats?

Sans: why are you in my camera roll?

Mettaton: *shrugs* No reason~ *starts looking through text messages*

Sans: ... *seeming to just become more impatient* seriously, i don' know what you're tryin' to do, but i was in the middle of somethin'.

Mettaton: *can't seem to find one flirtatious text* (How?)

Sans: what are you even doin'?

Mettaton: *going through his search history* *nothing but cats and science show up... and a few things with the A.M.A* *raises a brow at the A.M.A search* ... *shrugs it off as not important for the dare* Nothing, dearie~ *drops his phone into his hands*

Sans: *catches it, not even fumbling* *flicks over back to what he was reading*

Toast: *pops out*

Sans: *picks it up, grabbing a plate and putting it on it*  *has to go on his tippy-toes to reach said plate*

Mettaton: (Maybe his height can do the trick~) *laughs a little*

Sans: *snaps his head towards him, getting the feeling that was directed towards him* what?

Mettaton: You are just so small and adorable, dearie~

Sans: *raises a brow* if you're tryin' to get me to compliment you, it ain't working. *turns on his heels, walking over to the fridge*

Mettaton: (This dare seems to be harder that I expected...hm.) Dearie, can I not tell you something without you thinking I'm looking for something in return~? *leans towards him*

Sans: *answers flatly*  nope.  *grabs the ketchup*

Mettaton: !? (Rude.) Well, dearie, I wasn't~ *wraps arms around him from the back* You just don't seem to be used to being told how cute you are~

Sans: jesus, you're almost as bad as muffet. *slips under and out of his arms*

Mettaton: *has no idea what he's talking about* *blinks, a bit stunned that compliments aren't working* Dearie, I am only telling you the truth~

Sans: *completely ignoring him, putting ketchup onto the toast* *heads back over to the fridge to put it away*

Mettaton: *plucks the ketchup out of his hands* Sansy, I've got this for you~ *puts it in the fridge for him*

Sans: ... uh... thanks? *grabs his plate, confused, sitting down at the table* *starts reading again*

Mettaton: *sits next to him, and just stares at him seductively*

Sans: *somehow has the superpower to ignore him and just read* 

Mettaton: (What is he? A rock?) *flutters his eyelids a little, gently nudging Sans under the table with his legs* *feels Sans recoil his legs underneath his chair* (Ah, so he is feeling a bit uncomfortable~ Good actor~) *props his head onto his hand, using his leg to pull Sans' chair closer to the table* *puts a hand on his femur*

Sans: *brushes his hand off, turning his phone off and glaring at the robot* *pushes himself back to where his chair used to be* *decides to just listen to music instead, keeping one judgmental eye-socket on the robot*

Mettaton: What's wrong, Sansy~? I'm not going too fast for you am I~ *gives him another seductive look*

Sans: *returns to him with a bizarre look*... *decides just to pay attention to the music instead*

Mettaton: *slides up next to him* You can't tell me that you haven't secretly wanted affection all these years~ *leans closer to him*

Sans: *leans away* can you not? *irritated*

Mettaton: Cutie, I can knot. But don't worry, we aren't that far along yet, but when we get there... I won't make them too tight.

Sans: ... (what...?)

Mettaton: (How is this not working? Blush already, dammit!)

Sans: i don't know what you're playin', but the answer's no.

Mettaton: *hair nearly frizzes in frustration*

Gaster: *has been watching this whole thing* *shakes his head, knowing how simply this could have been*

Mettaton: Hm~ What are you listening to, cutie? *reaches for his headphones*

Sans: *swats his hand away* okay, seriously... i don't know what you're doin', but no. *stands up*

Mettaton: *follows him* But, dear--

Sans: *trips him as they're walking*

Mettaton: *lands straight into the trash can*

Sans: oops, my bad. *winks* didn' mean to make you feel like garbage. *leaves*

Mettaton: *pops head out of trashcan, infuriated* This dare is impossible!

-About Midnight-

(This is the night before the morning of the last chapter)

Sans: *sitting in his room* *he has what he was reading earlier opened on his computer, and post-it notes written in another language, as well as note books all over his bed* ...*groans frustrated, something seeming not to be adding up* *looks over a paper before crumpling it up and throwing it on the ground* ... this is pointless...

Frisk: *suddenly peeks in* *quickly ducks back out, closing the door*

Sans: *snaps up* ...? *walks over to his door, looking into the hall* kid?

Frisk: *freezes like a deer in headlights*

Sans: what are you doin'?

Frisk: ... *no response*

Sans: did'ya need somethin' ...?

Frisk: *shakes their head "no"*

Sans: ...*sighs* okay, kid. *starts going back into his own room*

Frisk: ... Wait-

Sans: *stops* *just looks at them, waiting for them to continue*

Frisk: I... um... *playing with their sleeves* I just... wanted to make sure you were there... sorry if I bothered you.

Sans: *raises a brow at them* kid, you know me, i'm too lazy to go anywhere unless i hav'ta. 

Frisk: *laughs awkwardly, not knowing what else to do* That's not what I was scar--... never mind.

Sans: *looks at the suspiciously for a moment, before going back to his usually expression* *decides to just play it off clueless, not wanting to push them if they don't want to say anything* well, if that's it, you should get back to bed. we don't need ya to be fallin' asleep halfway through a dare, that's my job. *winks*

Frisk: ... *doesn't move* ... Can... can we talk?

Sans: ... sure, kid. where do you wanna--

Frisk: *has already scurried into his room*

Sans: (welp, that answered that.) *follows them in* so, what's up? *neatly puts the post-it notes and what-not onto his desk* *sits down on his bed, patting the spot next to him*

Frisk: *looks curiously at the notes, before looking back at Sans* *sits down next to him* I... um... *taps their fingers together* had a bad dream... *looks away embarrassed*

Sans: ... aw, kid, you don't have to be embarrassed 'bout it--

Frisk: But it's dumb! *hides their head in their knees*

Sans: kid, it's not dumb. if it scared you, it's not "dumb". *puts a hand on their back*

Frisk: ... But I get them a lot... I thought I wouldn't be scared but this one scared me again... and it's just stupid.

Sans: geez, kid, how long have you been gettin' them?

Frisk: *shrugs* On and off since we got to the surface.

Sans: *a bit shocked* why didn't you tell anyone?

Frisk: I did... I told Mom, but she told me that they were just silly dreams and I had to sleep them off... *rubs their eyes* She wouldn't listen so I thought no one else would... and I didn't want anyone to think that I was being a baby about it.

Sans: kid... i can't speak for all of us, but i know that me an' paps would be all ears... er... if we had any, heh... yeah, i know paps can usually be a bit loud, but he's a good listener. a lot sharper than he acts too. and i can also tell you that we wouldn't think you were bein' a baby.

Frisk: *buries their head deeper into their knees* But--...

Sans: *sighs* here, lemme tell you a little secret.

Frisk: *peeks an eye up at him, still hiding the majority of their face*

Sans: i get nightmares too. and then i get scared and go hiding in with paps. do you think i'm a baby?

Frisk: *thinks for a moment, before shaking their head "no"*

Sans: it works the other way around too, kid.

Frisk: *thinks about it* *smiles a little* ... *leans into him* ...Thanks, Sans.

Sans: *sighs* no problem, kiddo.

Frisk: ...The dream's still bothering me though...

Sans: hm?

Frisk: It was... weird... it wasn't a normal nightmare about stuff that's already happened. I don't know why I even had it...

Sans: *waiting for them to go on, not wanting to make them feel like they have to tell him*

Frisk: There was this strange human that I haven't ever seen before... he was really tall and kind of thin. He had black hair and blue eyes... really blue eyes.

*The child seems to be extremely concentrated on what they're saying as they talk.

Sans: *a bit on edge with that description*

Frisk: He just came out of a car and took you... then you were gone... *staring at a wall blankly* Mom found dust on the doorstep... and that was that, and I woke up...

Sans:...

Frisk: *starts abruptly laughing* But, that's stupid, I know you wouldn't leave. Right?

Sans: uh... yeah, kid. *laughs a little*

Frisk: *doesn't sense the tension* *hugs him* Thanks for listening... Maybe now I can actually sleep.

Sans: *instinctively messes with their hair* heh, don't forget i'm right here if you need me.

Frisk: *jumps off the bed, trying to fix their hair* Yeah...I know that now. And you better stay right here. *referring to their "dream"*

Sans: welp, i wasn't plannin' on goin' anywhere, anyways.

Frisk: *walks over to the door* *smiles* ...Goodnight, Sans.

Sans: *shakes his head* 'night kid.

Frisk: *leaves, closing the door*

Sans: ... weird dream they had... *glances at the spot on his wall the camera use to be* really weird...

POINTS!!!

Blooky: 16

Undyne: 15

Chara: 14

Frisk and Sans: 13

Papyrus: 10

Mettaton and Alphys: 7

Flowey and Asgore: 6

Toriel : 4

Grillby: 3

Fuku: 2

Everyone Else: 1

???: You may be wondering why this was so long. *chuckles* It appears we are reaching an end. Trying to tie loose ends, finding ways to explore the last bit of people before they are gone. You'd be blind not to be able to tell that this... is going to all be over soon. Have fun~