"Okay...I think I'm good now," you say after what felt like an eternity of hugging. You then remembered that you weren't at home.

"Sans? Where am I?"

"Oh, uh, you're at my place. My room to be exact. You kinda passed out in Waterfall and I didn't have your house key nor did I want to bother you when I teleported into your house after nearly waking you up getting to our neighborhood, so I took you here. I crashed on the couch and let you have my bed," Sans responded. "Sorry for the mess, by the way."

"No, it's cool Sans. Is that a...self sustaining trash tornado? How the heck does that even work?" You ask, noticing the trash tornado in the corner.

"Oh, yep. I actually have no idea how I managed that, but I did, somehow. Um, so you want some breakfast or somethin?" Sans asked you. You had to admit, you were pretty hungry. You found yourself nodding.

"Alright. I heat up some leftovers for ya."

He vanished and left you alone in his bed room. You see a treadmill next to the far left wall. You smiled and grabbed you phone and earbuds. You played (favorite song) and started jogging while Sans heated up whatever he was heating up. The song ended and you got off the treadmill. You walked out of the room and headed downstairs. Sans came out of the kitchen holding two plates of spaghetti.

"Spaghetti for breakfast? Well that's weird."

"Sorry we don't have anything else, •___•. Spaghetti okay with you?" Sans asked, handing you the plate.

"Yes, this is fine. Thank you Sans," you say, taking a seat on the couch. Sans flipped on the TV and a robot was on screen.

"Hello Darlings! I am Mettaton, the host of this morning's show! Today we have a guest star! My wonderful friend Papyrus is with me today to teach you proper cooking fashion in the kitchen! Today's MTT Food Fest we will be covering spaghetti! Now, Papyrus, darling, show yourself to the world!" The robot, apparently named Mettaton, said. They way they said "friend" was a little off, as if they were I playing they were more than that, but Papyrus was none the wiser.

"Hey! I don't recall Papyrus being in a relationship. Especially with...that. I'll get the bucket of bolts one of these days!" Sans said, angrily. You sighed and smiled.

"Hush, Sans. Papyrus looks happy with Mettaton! Shouldn't you be happy for your brother?" You say, seeing Papyrus show up on screen wearing an apron that said "Kiss the Chef!" in hot pink. You assumed Mettaton leant him the apron, seeing the slight use of sequins around the edges. Mettaton eyed Papyrus in the apron and blushed faintly, but tried to keep it from the audience.

"Greetings! I am the Great Papyrus! Today we will be learning how to make spaghetti!" Papyrus said.

"Oh wait a minute...Papyrus's way of cooking is...oh god," Sans said.

"Is what?" You asked. He didn't respond, nor did he really have to. You saw soon enough. By the end of the show, there was tomatoes everywhere on the walls and on Mettaton and Papyrus.

"And that is how you make spaghetti!" Papyrus said, lifting a pretty appetizing plate of spaghetti to the camera.

"Oh dear..." You hear Mettaton say quietly to themselves. "Anyways, until next week darlings!"

You burst into laughter seeing the robot covered in red tomato sauce. Sans soon joined you.