Summary: Papyrus' greatest enemy.

A/N: HAPPY 7TH ANNIVERSARY, UNDERTALE!

Afternoon light filtered through the windows behind the living room's old desaturated green couch and shone on the agitated dust motes dancing in the air. Lemon and ocean-esque scents permeated the space, filling it with a sense of cleanliness. A feeling only amplified via the pristine shining surfaces of the surrounding walls, furnishings, and trinkets.

Papyrus wiped the magical sweat from his brow and directed his attention to his most challenging adversary yet: a seemingly innocent item that had adorned the living room's floor for so long it very well may have become a part of the carpet.

"For too long, you have been a plague upon my household- sitting there, mocking me with your presence whenever I pass by!" The lanky skeleton proclaimed, holding the feather duster in his hand high before posing much like a knight ready to vanquish a mighty beast. "Prepare to meet your end, sock!"

Sans poked his skull out from behind the kitchen doorway, his brow raised in curiosity.

"Bro, what are you doing?"

"The task I've spent seven years building up the courage to complete: getting rid of your accursed sock!" Papyrus huffed, leveling the aforementioned clothing article with a nasty glare.

All the while, his brother's eyelights flicked to the kitchen.

"Hey, Blue." The ketchup-loving monster called, answered by a hum of inquiry. "You mind taking care of this sock?"

With a speed akin to teleportation, a silver/blue armor-clad skeleton appeared in the room and snatched up the offending item in a blue-gloved hand.

"Not at all, friend!" Blue replied, waving cheerfully to Papyrus. "Hello, other brother! Don't mind me; I'm just going to dispose of this outside."

He vanished in a spark of magic.

The crash of an explosion sounded in the distance, and the ground rumbled not long after. Strong enough to shake the various picture frames hanging along the walls.

Sans' lazy grin widened.

"That better, Paps?" He asked.

"Sans, you..." Papyrus stammered, staring in disbelief at the spot his foe once laid. Then directed his annoyed scowl toward his brother. "Ruined my epic conquest to impart cleanliness upon this house! Now how will people see how brave and cool I am?!"