Geno adjusted his apron slowly, dusting himself off as he eyed the counter warily. "We're making...?"

Papyrus smiled widely. "SPAG-"

"actually bro," Sans interjects, holding up his cellular device. The screen flashed a picture of a creamy white pasta. "i think it's called 'alfredo'."

"OH." Papyrus lowered the large wooden spoon he held, his expression a little perplexed. He quickly shook it off before the feeling could settle. "YES! WE ARE MAKING ALFREDO!"

"Uh... huh." Geno said slowly, looking around the kitchen.

"yeah, we're trying somethin' new." Sans shrugged, scrolling through the recipe. "ya know, to brighten your mood."

"Guys," Geno quickly held up his hands. "I appreciate the effort but I really am fine. Really. You don't have to do this."

"BUT WE MUST!" Pap went off to retrieve abnormally large pot of water, setting it on the abnormally high stove. Why was everything so tall?? "AND WE NEED TO SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER! AS A FAMILY!"

Geno's hands balled into fists. That hit closer to home than he wanted it to. "Okay."

"sweet, lemme get the pasta." Sans smiled and strolled over to the pantry, leaving Papyrus and Geno alone for a moment.

Papyrus was beginning to prepare the sauce and Geno was stuck with the chicken. He eyed the knife uneasily before setting it down next to the cutting board. "Hey, Paps?"

"YES SECOND BROTHER?"

Geno couldn't help but smile a little at the name. "Just... It's just a question but-" He looked over at the chicken bowl, dragging it closer to his work area. "What would you do if you were stuck somewhere and you needed to leave? You're not sure if you want to go, but something is pulling you away?"

Papyrus stirred the second pot, opening a high cupboard and placing a few spices on the counter. Geno watched as his brother pondered the question, his face morphing from cheery to wonder. "IS THERE SOMEWHERE YOU WANT TO GO, GENO?"

Geno fumbled with his apron again, frowning as his gaze traced the cutting board. "Ah- well-"

"yo paps, can you reach the pasta for me? it's on the top shelf." Sans suddenly interrupted, peeking his head out of the pantry door and gesturing to the shelves of food. Papyrus quickly set everything down, turning the heat low before literally running over to the pantry in Sans' aid. Geno let out a sigh of relief. He looked back to his task, frowning at the knife. It was your average kitchen knife, used for slicing and cutting meats, vegetables, people- He quickly shook his skull, backing away from his area. The thought made him nauseous. 

The other two returned, Sans somehow ending up on Papyrus' back like he was a backpack while the taller brother continued creating the sauce. Geno could hardly believe that used to be him once upon a time. The 'backpack' and Papyrus shared a few quiet words with each other as well as a few glances in Geno's direction before Sans finally spoke up. Geno could already tell that the answer was directed at him. "ya know, if your heart tells you to leave, you should."

Geno frowned. "I don't have a heart."

Sans waved a hand. "your skeletal-monster heart thing. your soul."

Geno grinned at Sans' brief correction. "Got it, got it. But my soul and my head aren't the best of friends, so I don't know what to do."

"go with the flow." Sans shrugged once again. Papyrus, one of the only people which never really did 'go with the flow', actually nodded in agreement. 

Geno was honestly surprised. "Wait, you too Papyrus?"

"WELL," Papyrus added some spices in, nudging Sans off of him. Sans got down and fetched a measuring cup, walking to the fridge to get more ingredients. "I KNOW MY BROTHER MORE THAN ANYTHING AND SINCE YOU ARE A SANS," he glanced at the skeleton, which was lazily munching on some other things in the fridge. "YOU SHOULD FOLLOW YOUR OWN ADVICE. I ALSO THINK THAT IS THE BEST OPTION TOO!"

"If you say so." Geno slowly nodded, leaning against the counter.

"how's the chicken going?" Sans asked, pouring stuff into the measuring cup.

"SANS, THAT'S THE WRONG MILK."

Sans set the carton down and looked at the label. "i don't think that it is, bro."

Geno held up the phone with the recipe on it. "There's nothing on here which says milk."

Sans squinted at Geno, as much as a skeleton can squint anyways. "i think i read something about milk on there."

"No, there's nothing on here that says to add milk."  Geno nods, scrolling through the recipe several times.

"mmmmmm i'm pretty su-"

"SANS JUST PUT THE MILK DOWN-"

"you'll never take this milk alive!" And with that, Sans threw the milk carton at the wall.

"WHAT THE FRESH NOODLES WAS THAT?" Papyrus yelled, turning his skull towards the milk.

Geno looked between the two. "WHY DID YOU THROW THE MILK?"

"it was empty." Sans shrugged, looking at the measuring cup. It was full of... oil?

"THAT'S NOT EVEN MILK!" Papyrus exclaimed, confused.

"what."

"IT'S YELLOW!"

"milk can be yellow if you wait long enough."

"ew." Geno quickly added.

"it's not like i'll drink it-"

"SANS, THE NOODLES-" 

And the noodles were burning. Geno watched as Sans stumbled over to the boiling pot, quickly turning off the heat while mouthing swears. He couldn't help laughing. 

"SCARFED BROTHER, IS THE CHICKEN READY?" Papyrus basically screeched over the commotion Sans was making, playing hot-potato with the pot of boiling water. 

Crap.  Geno didn't even start. "Uh-"

Papyrus looked over and shook his skull. "OKAY, TAKE OVER WHILE I CHOP!" He dropped everything and ran at Geno, scaring Geno beyond comprehension. The scarfed skeleton quickly dove over to the side, barely dodging Papyrus picking up the knife and cutting at the speed of light. Geno rushed over to the stove, hovering over the boiling sauce. In all honesty, it looked  NOTHING like the image on the recipe, but he rolled with it, just awkwardly stirring the pot until Papyrus was finished. 

Sans strained the burnt noodles in the sink, also burning his pinkie in the process. He let out a small 'sssshhhh-' but cut himself off before he could finish.

This was a disaster.

~~~

"well. this turned out okay." Sans said aloud, rubbing his band-aid pinkie. They stared at the mess which was supposed to be alfredo. The dish consisted of burnt noodles covered in sour cream sauce topped with half-cooked chicken. Geno was honestly proud of himself for not burning down the kitchen. Hell, he was proud of all of them.

"LOOKS DELICIOUS! TIME TO EAT!" Papyrus smiles widely, exactly how he could smile at this dish boggled Geno. The tall skeleton quickly got himself a helping and sat down to eat. Sans and Geno exchanged glances, the other subtly reaching for the phone to call for some pizza.

Papyrus took a bite. He chewed.

Then swallowed.

"WOWIE!" Papyrus proclaimed. "THIS IS TERRIBLE!"

Sans quickly snatched the phone. "pizza it is then."

Geno shook his head. Sans was right, he should have followed his heart. 

His heart told him he was bad at cooking.