Frisk: *walking around the house* *sees a paper fly in through the window* *catches it* ... *reads it*

Paper: "Animal_1902 asked Chara: You hate Sans. It doesn't take enjoying death to be sick, especially if you hate Sans. I mean, Sans is a squishy marshmallow of awesomeness, what is your problem with him?"

Frisk: ... I believe I already know the answer to this, but I will give it to them anyway.

Frisk: *walks into the family room*

Sans and Toriel: *on the couch watching the monster news channel* *it appears the news is talking about the multiple monsters that have gone missing*

Chara: *on the armrest of the recliner drawing something in their sketchbook*

Frisk: *walks up to Chara, giving them the ask*

Chara: Huh? Oh, an ask. *rolls their eyes* *reads it* ...

Frisk: Well?

Chara: Look... I just... I... *slams their sketchbook shut, drawing the attention of everyone in the room* I DON'T KNOW! OKAY? HE JUST ... He just ticks me off! *sees Sans and Toriel staring at them confused* *growls under their breath, crumpling up the ask paper, grabbing their sketchbook and leaving the room*

Frisk: ...

Toriel: Oh dear... *stands up* *starts following Chara* My child, wait! *exits the room*

Sans: *blinks* *looks towards Frisk* ...what was that all about, kid?

Frisk: *picks up the crumpled paper, flattening it* It was about you. *folds the paper, putting it in their pocket*

Sans: *raises a brow at them*

Frisk: *sighs* It was an ask about why Chara hates you so much.

Sans: oh...

Frisk: *walks over to the couch* I think I know why...

Sans: i'd like to hear it, 'cause i sure don't.

Frisk: I think that they're jealous of you, but don't know how to show how they feel so it turns into back-handed anger.

Sans: *tilts his head confused* jealous? of me? what do i have that they don't?

Frisk: *trying to let him figure it out on his own* What's the most important thing to you?

Sans: uh, papyr-- *remembers the prince*  ...oh.

Frisk: Yeah... that's what I'm thinking.

Sans: ...so... what do we do 'bout it?

Frisk: We can't do anything, they have to come to us on their own.

Sans: b-

Frisk: Sans. Don't try to do anything, trust me on this, they were stuck in my head longer than they've had a body again, I know how they are.

Sans: ... fine, guess i'm forced tibia lazy bones for once. *winks*

Papyrus: *has the greatest pun sense in the world* SANS, WHY!?

POINTS!!!

Chara: 7

Sans: 5

Frisk:4

Mettaton and Undyne: 3

Papyrus, Grillby, Flowey, Asgore, Alphys: 2

Everyone Else: 1

Blooky: 0

*The silence from ??? becomes almost eerie.