Mettaton: Darling? Why is sans laughing so hard?

*Reaches roots out, grabs a lighter and mettaton's wig*

Mettaton: D-darling?! What are you doing Flowey?!

*Sets wig on fire*

Mettaton: My baby!!!!     *Lyes on the ground and cries*   What did I ever do?!

Ha ha! And for Sans.... *grabs empty bottle of ketchup* he he he! *Puts siracha with chunks of Carolina reapers in the bottle* Sans!

Sans walks into the room. uh.... why's Metta crying?

Uh..... just ignore that... Anyways, I found a special edition of ketchup!

Sans: ... Flower I thought you can't have feelings for anyone.

Uh... Frisk made me get it for you

Sans: Oh okay, well let's hope this is Sansatonal *Sans drinks the "ketchup"*

Well....

Eh it's kinda bland but I guess it's.... its... *Sans starts to cry in pain and falls to the ground next to mettaton* What flavor is this?!

Oh come on comedian, you of all people should know what's happening, think of it for a second and tell me what you think I did to you.

Sans: I got dunked on....

Frisk walks in. Hey Flowey, I was thinking that-   . . . *Frisk looks at Sans and Mettaton on the ground*

*Flowey turns around with an evil grin*  *Frisk closes the door and runs out*

That's right! Run! I'm more powerful than you think! HA! HA! HA!