![]() If Sans would ever glance over, Papyrus was always one step ahead and would look back at the T.V. He would zone out and only focus on Sans, watching his brother as he watched the T.V. Papyrus couldn't help but watch Sans during these. And when Sans laughed, his body moved with his chest and he'd close his eye sockets. Sans really liked the episode where Mettaton and the Microwave got into a fight, since there was a few puns involved. Sans would always look a little bit more interested, he would lean forward a bit when he got invested into the episode. Papyrus rather enjoyed watching Sans when Mettaton was on. He accepted the cooking lessons to feed his brother. He tried to become a Royal Guard member to keep Sans safe. It wasn't just a brotherly, protective love, it was a passion that consumed his whole state of mind. It was a burning desire in his soul that developed it whole in one fell swoop, making him realize that Sans was the one for him. Papyrus didn't know when, but sometime nearby in his lifetime he had come to the conclusion he needed Sans. There was one thing Papyrus enjoyed watching when the show was playing on his T.V in which his brother confused with the actual show, A robot making cake? He could do that himself! Why would we waste time watching a robot make something while talking about only how "fabulous" he was when he could grab s recipe book from his own kitchen and make it himself? In fact, he thought it was pretty stupid. To Papyrus, he didn't give a single crap about this show. "If you insist!" Papyrus said, sitting down next to his brother. "Hey, it's your favorite episode," Sans said, patting the couch next to him, "Sit down, you don't have to make spaghetti this early before dinner." "So he is!" Papyrus said, leaning against the couch as he watched the T.V. "She's a nice friend," Sans said, "But hey, look, Mettaton is on." "No, I mean, do you consider her a friend, family?" Papyrus asked him. "Frisk is cool, they laugh at my puns," Sans said. "Sans," Papyrus said, "What do you think of the human?" "Cool then," Sans said, returning his gaze back to the T.V. "Of course that counts Brother!" Papyrus said. Does that count for something to be happy about?" "Asgore spared the human," Sans said, "So we have a new friend to hang out with. A long, red scarf flowed behind him as he stuck his head and chest into the living room, curiously looking at Sans. He was wearing a white top and blue bottom with long red boots on his feet. He was a tall skeleton with no pupils in his eye sockets, and a smile on his face as well. "What happened?" His brother asked from the kitchen. He was a short skeleton with a smile on his skull as his white pupils focused on the T.V, completely relaxed into the couch. He was wearing black basketball shorts and pink slippers with then. He was wearing a blue hoodie with a plain white t-shirt under it, a few ketchup stains spread across it. On the green couch lay a lazy skeleton with the name Sans. If you continued walking forward from the moment you entered the house, there was a kitchen with orange and red tiles for a floor with an extremely tall sink. There was also a small table with a book with multiple books inside of it on it, next to the small table was a staircase leading to the two rooms. To the left was a large green sofa and flat screen T.V, a sock laying on the ground next to it. There was a brown table to the right of the door, a single plate with a rock on it, covered lightly by multi-colored sprinkles. When you walked inside, there was a purple and blue fluffy carpet, accompanied with a red/purple colored wall. It was a warm and cozy house, decorated with Christmas decorations. The voice was high pitched and happy, booming throughout the small house in the small town called Snowdin. ![]()
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