Mettaton barged into the apartment just as Sans and I had finished setting up the dinner table. He sat himself down in his usual seat and eyed up my boyfriend suspiciously. Hm... I guess Paps let Metta in on the prank. I'm guessing Papyrus has finally finished his infinite spaghetti dispenser or something. That or he managed to pull a Jesus and turn all the ketchup into water.

"AHA! METTATON'S HERE!" Papyrus beams at his boyfriend and pulls the robot into a tight embrace. The two of them giggle, and Paps helps Metta back into his seat. "Dinner will be served momentarily. I think Sans will especially enjoy it." 

Sans' face is one of utter horror, and I notice his face is tinted green. I poke Metta in his side and gesture towards Sans and we both giggle and snort quietly enough so he doesn't notice.

"BONE APPETITE BROTHER!" Papyrus places a bowl of soup in front of each of us, and I sigh in relief. No spaghetti tonight. 

"Uh... th-th-thanks Paps..." Sans eyes the bowl cautiously, and I think that by now he's realised that Papyrus is back on track for the prank master trophy.

"You're welcome Sans! Now eat up!" He gestures to our spoons and I pick mine up with enthusiasm. Filling the spoon with the red liquid, I blow gently on the soup to cool it down, and then slurp it with joy.

And then the taste hits me.

F u c k i n g      g e n i u s   .

"I love this spag- I mean soup, Papyrus. Whoops! I guess we've had spaghetti so much it's programmed in me to say it." Mettaton burps softly at the end of his sentence, and the pun hits me.

"Yeah, me too Paps. I love the flavour. Where did you get this from?" I mutter, not trusting my voice not to give me away instantly.

"Oh, you know. The nice new clothing shop that opened just down the road. I think it's called SOUP." He hastily shoves soup into his mouth before he can start laughing.

"What's up Sans? Not hungry?" I eye his clean spoon and full bowl and he reluctantly spoons some into his mouth.

"Oh my freaking Goat. Why? Just- why?" Sans whispers, his hushed tone and dark eyes revealing his inner turmoil. Papyrus starts sniggering, and Mettaton chuckles, both of which set me off into guffaws.

"WELL SANS? ARE YOU ENJOYING YOUR SOUPGHETTI?" Papyrus yells, his words mixing with his laughter, causing Metta and myself to fall off our chairs and roll on the floor in laughter, tars streaming from our eyes.

"Fucking genius." Is Sans' reply, before he high-fives Papyrus. 

In the face.

With his spoon.

And his bowl.

And the soup.

And an Annoying Dog.

And a chair.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Papyrus yells, and I barely have time to pull myself together before the breadsticks fly towards me.