Longggg chapter... but you do learn that Papyrus isn't exactly the ball of pure happiness he seems to be.

Also... WARNING, to those who are easily disturbed by anxiety/panic attacks, this chapter may not be the best idea for you to read.

Chara: *finds a dare paper in their chocolate drawer* *takes it out* *reads it*

Paper: " Dark_EeveeXx dared: I dare Chara to pretend to kill Frisk (fake blood and all) and for Frisk to pretend to lay there dead and see how others react."

Chara: *smiles* Oh, this will be funny... *laughs, walking out to find Frisk*

-A few minutes later-

Chara: *finds Frisk in the kitchen* Greetings, Frisk!

Frisk: *was smuggling pie out of the fridge, which is now fixed* *jumps a mile high from Chara* *whips around* Chara! ... You scared me, I thought you were mom!

Chara: *laughs at how easily they startled Frisk*

Frisk: *pouts their lip out at Chara, grabbing a fork to eat the pie with* What did you want anyways?

Chara: *shows them the dare, smiling*

Frisk: *reads it* !!?? *chokes on a piece of pie they just put in their mouth* *hits their own chest a few times coughing* Chara! *coughs* We can't do that!!

Chara: *leans back* Why not, it'll be fun to make a few of them scream. Especially if we can get the comedian in here. *smiles mischievously*

Frisk: Chara, it's not a practical prank. Look, Sans putting a moose in the shower was pretty bad, but this is ridiculous!

Chara: They'll get over it... unlike you with the moose.

Frisk: The moose was scary!

Chara: ... Right, and Mr. Dad is short too. *basically foaming at the mouth with sarcasm*

Frisk: *rolls their eyes* It's not my fault I'm scared of meese... moose.... mouse? *starts drifting in thought* ... How'd he even get a moose in the shower...

Chara: Forget about the moose. Let's do this... after all, you don't want to lose a point, now do you? *smiles teasingly at Frisk*

Frisk: *blinks* ... Okay, it's on.

Chara: (This is going to be great!)

- A few hours later -

Sans and Papyrus: *walking through the house*

Papyrus: BROTHER, THERE IS SOMETHING I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT...

Sans: lay it on me. *flipping the ketchup bottle he was holding in his hand*

Papyrus: *fiddles with his scarf* WHY WERE YOU LOOKING UP THE A.M.A?

Sans: ! *drops the ketchup bottle* *stops walking, picking it up* uh... how'd ya know that?

Papyrus: *stops walking as well* W-WELL, I WAS GOING TO TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER A-AND IT WAS OPEN TO A PAGE ABOUT IT... IS SOMETHING BAD HAPPENING?

Sans: *blinks* ...

Papyrus: SANS?

Sans: *shakes his head, snapping himself back to reality* oh, uh, nothin' bad is gonna happen, bro, don't worry 'bout it.

Papyrus: SANS, I HAVE A FEELING THAT YOU AREN'T TELLING ME SOMETHING...

Sans: why would i ever do that? *leans into the wall, trying to look casual*

Papyrus: ... WELL, I--

Sans: *phone starts ringing in his pocket* oh geez, sorry, paps. *takes it out to see who's calling* *looks at his screen confused* grillby? that's weird, he never calls.

Papyrus: *blinks* YOU CAN TAKE THAT CALL, SANS!

Sans: but--

Papyrus: WE CAN CONTINUE OUR CONVERSATION IN THE KITCHEN! *smiles brightly*

Sans: *stares at him before smiling* heh, thanks. *starts walking away to answer the phone*

Papyrus: NO PROBLEM, DEAR BROTHER! *happily runs towards the kitchen*

- A few moments later -

Papyrus: *sprints into the kitchen entrance, stopping dead in his tracks at what he sees*

*The room is dimly lit

Frisk: *laying on the ground, with extremely realistic blood pooling around what looks like a slit throat and a stomach wound*

Chara: *not facing Papyrus, they just know someone is in the room because they heard them* Greetings~ *giggles, still not facing whoever entered* I suppose you may be a bit shocked~ *turns around, their eyes completely black and a "bloody" knife in their hands* I hope you didn't like Frisk too-- *freezes seeing Papyrus* ...

Papyrus: *tears are filling his eye-sockets and he's shaking like a scared puppy* *his usual smile is completely gone* .   .   . *he can't seem to get out any words*

Chara: *drops their knife* (Sh*t, why'd he show up out of everyone?!)

Papyrus: *tears start spilling over* Ch-chara . . . *looks like he's on the verge of a panic attack*

Chara: *has no idea what their supposed to do*

Frisk: *hears Papyrus' voice, snapping up*

Papyrus: *too stunned from thinking Frisk is dead to be able to process anything else*

Frisk: *jumps to their feet running up to Papyrus* Papy! I'm right here. Please don't cry, I'm okay, I'm okay.

Papyrus: *jumps* *looks down at Frisk, silent tears still pouring down his face* *stumbles backwards away from them, not saying a word*

Sans: *was about to turn the corner into the kitchen, just to collide with Papyrus* woah, paps, what'cha do-- *sees the look on his brother's face, not even noticing Frisk of Chara yet* oh my god- *begins cooing something to Papyrus that's too quiet for the humans to hear*

Frisk: *quickly backs away from the two, going next to Chara*

Papyrus: *stops walking backwards from Sans' voice, still shaking*

Sans: hey, heyyyy, shhh, deep breaths. *holding his brother's hands*

Papyrus: *still not breathing normally and shaking intensely*

Sans: shhh, count, don't forget to count.

Papyrus: *seems to be mouthing numbers while taking in a breath, before letting it out*

Sans: there you go, it's okay, you're doing great.

Papyrus: *does that a few more times until his breathing seems to be back to normal* *looks down at Sans with tears still staining his face*

Sans: hey, look, you did it. *smiles reassuringly at him* you did great.

Papyrus: *looks up from Sans, seeing Frisk is okay* *finally everything catches up with him* *suddenly bursts into tears, dropping to the ground crying out-loud*

Sans: woah woah woah- *quickly drops down, embracing him* *looks over to try to figure out what freaked him out* *sees Frisk in "bloody" cloths and Chara with a knife by their feet, both of them looking towards him wide-eyed* *it clicks in his head what Papyrus must of seen and thought*

Papyrus: *sounds like he's trying to say something but he's crying too much to be understood*

Sans: shhhh, don't try to talk, just let it out. *starts rocking him a little bit*

* a few minutes pass until Papyrus' crying subsides

Sans: *hears him finally calm down* *pulls away* hey, paps... *trying to get a good look at his face to see if he's okay*

Papyrus: *looks towards him slightly* ...

Sans: *sees there are tears still on his face, using his own sleeve to wipe them away* are you feeling okay?

Papyrus: ... *nods a little, sitting up straight, rubbing his own eyes*

Sans: do you wanna go lie down for a few minutes?

Papyrus: *seems to be thinking about it*

Sans: i won't tell anyone else about it, if they ask where you are, i'll make up an excuse.

Papyrus: *thinks about it for another moment, before nodding*

Sans: okay, come on. *stands up*

Papyrus: *stands up as well, heading towards his room*

Sans: *waits until Papyrus gets ahead of him before turning to the two humans* *eyes go void* you two. don't go anywhere, i'm havin' a talk with you in a minute.

Frisk: *looks at the ground*

Chara: *scoffs a little, crossing their arms and looking to the side*

Sans: *huffs aggravated before going off to make sure his brother gets to his room okay*

*Sans shortly returns

Sans: *walks into the kitchen* *looks at both the children* what the h*ll was that?!

Frisk: *silent*

Chara: It was a dare. We were having Frisk play dead to see your reactions. *rolls their eyes at him*

Sans: *just looks at both of them, somewhat disgusted* and you thought THAT was a good idea?

Chara: *shrugs*

Sans: *completely repulsed* i'm just... wow... you couldn't just turn it down... *sighs in disbelief* *looks at Frisk* look, i may expect that kinda behavior from chara, but really? frisk?

Frisk: *they feel their soul turn into a knot*

Sans: *looks Frisk over* i really would expect better from you... heh, guess i was wrong...

Frisk: *holds back tears, hating the feeling of people being disappointed in them*

Chara: *doesn't seem to be affected by Sans at all* What are you going to do? Tell Toriel on us?

Sans: *looks over at Chara* no. don't see a point in that. *looks over to Frisk, even though he can't see their face* i think you learned your lesson. *turns on his heels, about to leave the room*

Frisk: *squeaks out* I'm sorry- ... *a few tears start trailing down their face*

Sans: *freezes for a moment* ... tell that to paps. *simply walks out, not even turning around*

POINTS!!!

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*It appears Frisk never put them up