Imma go back some chapters and edit :3
Please ignore the random updates of old chapters
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Unfortunately for Sans, it wasn't a nightmare. Not even close.
Now, he had to drag Fresh downstairs and introduce him to Papyrus. Of course, Papyrus would accept him completely, but...
Something about Fresh felt... Off. He was pretty sure he already said this before, but Fresh was an odd one. It wasn't even the fact that his lavander SOUL was planted firmly in his socket... It was something else, though no matter how hard he tried, he could never put his phalange on it. It was like walking into a room but then forgetting why you came in the first place. Or like fading ink, washed out by the rain. It kept on slipping off his ecto-tongue, right in his reach but never there.
To be truthful, he was nervous. Scared. Scared of what might happen if he provoked Fresh. If he actually made him mad.

The 90's skeleton might even hurt his brother.
He shook his head, clearing it of all thoughts. Maybe he was just parsnoid on what happened last Timeline and was overthinking it.
His bro was waiting for him downstairs, and he couldn't disappoint.
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The spaghetti was plated, and Papyrus was happy. This batch of beautiful pasta looked different from the other rather good attempts he made at cooking this wonderful delicacy. The other days, it was burnt, seemed quite inedible, had enormous amounts of glitter in it, or was simply reduced to a pile of ash.
But, despite all that, Sans still ate it.
'Poor Sans,' Papyrus thought.
Hopefully, Sans would enjoy this batch better.