You and Papyrus were 'cooking' while Grillby and Sans were doing a science project on the stars. It seemed the eldest was very into astronomy and wished to see the real thing one day. You hoped he would. As for Papyrus, well he'd taken to making make  Mac and cheese, Papyrus style, which meant a lot of random or overdone ingredients. You were simply trying to keep the toddler from poisoning the meal on accident or burning the house down. So far so good was all you could say. He didn't want your help and smacked your paw away if he caught you trying to fix his 'recipe'. "Papyrus, salt don't go in Mac and cheese, why not try some butter instead." Learning your lesson from last time Grillby let him cook, you took the butter out of the wrapper and handed it to him. You should have measured it before you did. Papyrus tossed in the whole stick. You made sure to measure the milk. "Pour this." You gave him the cup, which again, he threw into the pot. You took the cup out. You poured the cheese mix in yourself and gave him the spoon. "Now we mix."

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Soon you were putting bowls down. The noodles were overcooked, the sauce was extremely buttery, and you weren't sure if he added anything while you weren't looking, but it was done and you were proud. "Boys! Food!" Sans came running with Grillby not far behind. "Papyrus cooked?" Grillby asked giving you a kiss. "Yep, slaved away on this so you better thank him."
"thanks pap. It looks great!" Sans praised. "Indeed. Very... fattening." Grillby looked at the unmelted chunks of butter. Your ears flicked back. "Yeah.." You took a bite of the meal. It actually wasn't to bad. "Good job, Pap, not to bad." Sans agreed immediately. "amazing bro, chief material!" Grillby, being an actual chief had many critics about this meal, but Papyrus was only like two. "You did well for your age." Papyrus laughed happily before tasting it himself. He spat it out immediately. "NO! BAD! SOME ELSE!" He demanded. He was his own worst critic. "I'll.. go get some Cinnabunnies for him." You got up. "[Y/N]." You turned to Grillby, humming in response. "Be careful." You put on your hat and duster, then cast your camouflage. "I will."

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You got three cinnabunnies and a bicicle. A cinnabunny per a boy and a bicicle for Sans and Papyrus for later. You were camouflaged, your outfit was on, you shouldn't have been caught. But you couldn't hide forever. A hand caught your arm. You yelped, turning on whoever grabbed you. A growl caught in your throat as your sharp [E/C] eyes caught cold purple ones. "I found you." Dr. Gaster stated lowly. "How?" You kept your voice firm despite the growing fear. "Don't forget how long we've spent time together, [F/I]-3. I know your abilities, oh, and don't bother using any of your... given.. abilities. They won't work." Your teeth glinted as you were pulled. "Act natural or your punishment will be worse." Gaster warned. "I'm not telling you where they are." You growled. "I figured you wouldn't. Don't worry... I'll get it from you one way or another." Torture. He meant torture. "Do your worst, Gastard, you won't get anything from me." He looked mildly amused. "I don't believe you, but please, do make this funner for me."