Papyrus: *doing yoga with Mettaton and Alphys in the family room* *a little off from the strange absence of Undyne*

Mettaton: Now, darlings, it's time to do downward-

Paper: *suddenly blows in from a nearby window, smacking Mettaton in the face*

Mettaton: !? ... *pulls of the Paper* Oh my~ It's for you and your brother Papy dear~

Papyrus: NYEH? *takes the paper* *reads it*

Paper: " SwagalishesGirl30 dared: Sans, I dare you to do 30 push ups without your powers sorry sans luv ya X3 and Papyrus to hug meh pls ;-; I need a hug from Papy."

Papyrus: NYEH HEH HEH! OF COURSE I WILL HUG YOU, HUMAN! *tries to hug SwagalishesGirl30 but crashes into a random wall instead*

Alphys: *gasps* O-oh no!

Mettaton: *nearly shouts back "Oh yes~" but holds it in* Papy, dear! Are you alright!?

Papyrus: OF COURSE I AM OKAY, METTATON! FOR I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS AFTER ALL! ... *glares down the wall* BUT CURSE THIS WRETCHED WALL FOR KEEPING ME FROM MY ADORING FANS!

Papyrus: *brushes himself off* *puts his hands on his hips triumphantly* HOWEVER, DO NOT FEAR HUMAN! FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL HUG YOU USING MY MIND! *squeezes his eye-sockets shut* ... DID IT WORK? *hears no one answer* WELL, I ASSUME YOU WILL ANSWER WHEN YOU CAN! NYEH HEH HEH!

Papyrus: WELL, NOW, I MUST DELIVER THIS TO MY LAZYBONES BROTHER! CONTINUE THE "TRAINING" WITHOUT ME! NYEH! *runs off*

-A few seconds later-

Sans: *at his desk, writing something while listening to music*

Papyrus: *does his signature knock*

Sans: *doesn't hear him because his headphones are too loud*

Papyrus: *knocks again*

Sans: *is deaf to the the world*

Papyrus: *decides to just barge in* SANS!

Sans: *whips around, taking his head phones off and leaving them around his neck* *lets out a breath of relief* bro, don't do that.

Papyrus: WELL, BROTHER, NEXT TIME OPEN YOUR DOOR WHEN I KNOCK.

Sans: *casually cracks open his desk, brushing in the paper he was writing on into the drawer* oh, uh, sorry bro, guess i wasn't listenin'.

Papyrus: *raises a brow at whatever Sans just put in his drawer*

Sans: so... what do ya want?

Papyrus: *snaps out of his mini daze at Sans' drawer* WELL, BROTHER, YOU HAVE A DARE TO COMPLETE!

Sans: (really?) what is it. *accidentally lets a slight tone of aggravation slip out*

Papyrus: *blinks at him* ... W-WELL, THEY WANT YOU TO DO 30 PUSH-UPS... OF COURSE IF YOU ARE FEELING-

Sans: yeah, i'll do it.

Papyrus: ... NO COMPLAINING?

Sans: (if it'll get people to stop botherin' me for a few days so i can figure out what the h*ll is going on, i'll do it) nah, too lazy to complain.

Papyrus: *reads over the paper again* OH, AND NO MAGIC!

Sans: cool.

Papyrus: *knows something is up* *tries to trigger a pun, to see if his suspicions are correct* WELL... GUESS I'LL JUST LEAVE YOU TO IT... *begins exiting*

Sans: ya don't have to go. *gets out of his chair stretching, putting his headphones on his desk*

Papyrus: (There is most definitely something wrong) *sits on his brother's bed* ... DON'T YOU MEAN THAT YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU BONELY? *raises a brow at his brother*

Sans: yeah. that. *gets down on the ground* welp, here it goes.

-30 push ups later-

Sans: *stands up* *wipes his brow line*

Papyrus: *looks at him surprised for not complaining once during that process, nor making any puns what-so-ever* ... GOOD JOB, BROTHER. I CAN SAY I WASN'T EXPECTING THAT.

Sans: guess i like throwing curve-balls. *flops down on his bed*

Papyrus: ...BROTHER?

Sans: yup?

Papyrus: ARE...Are you okay?

Sans: geez, first undyne now you? *realizes he snapped at him* *sits up* uh, i mean, sorry paps... i've just... been thinking, that's all.

Papyrus: *blinks* About what?

Sans: ... i... i don' know...

Papyrus: *looks at him worried*

Sans: aw, come'on bro, i'll figure it out. (i always do) *smiles up at him* don't worry 'bout nothin'.

Papyrus: You make not worrying exceedingly difficult. *looks to the side*

Sans: *looks at him guiltily* ... *scooches over and hugs him* seriously, don't worry.

Papyrus: !*surprised by the sudden affection* ... I'll try.

Sans: heh, thanks, paps, you're the best. love you.

Papyrus: *looks down at him in near shock, not remembering the last time he said that* *hugs him back*...Love you too, brother.

POINTS!!!

Chara: 5

Frisk and Sans: 4

Undyne: 3

Papyrus, Grillby, Flowey, Mettaton, Asgore, Alphys: 2

Everyone Else: 1

???: Those words will mean so much more to the naive one in just mere days.