[Sans' Point of View]

I heard the clicking of boots walking on the stone pathways as the rest were laughing. Oh god, please don't tell me.... "Hello my little darlings~" We all turned to the robotic voice. Mettaton. Napstablook was next to him. "Oh no.... He looks mad, Mettaton....." Napstablook hid behind Mettaton, covering his face with a couple of envelops. "Oh come on Bl- Uh, Napstablook~" Mettaton looked over at Papyrus. "We're all the best of friends now, am I correct? Ahmhmhm~" Mettaton bent over, kissing Papyrus' forehead. Papyrus blushed.

"I've planted a kiss on my handsome Papyrus~"

"oh gee, i wonder what kind of tree it'll be." I said, crossing my arms after standing up to face Mettaton. (y/n) chuckled. "Oh ha ha, Sans. Very funny." Mettaton said sarcastically. "Anyways, darlings," Mettaton stood up straight again. "I've thought about something, and decided why not!" He showed us four envelopes. "What are the envelopes for?" (y/n) questioned, pointing at them. "mail." I replied.

"Not just ANY mail, deary!" Mettaton gave one to (y/n), Papyrus, Frisk, and me. "Invitations to my dance!"

"YOU'RE HAVING A DANCE?" Papyrus opened the envelope, reading it. "WHY?" Mettaton giggled after Papyrus' question. "Because, isn't it almost 'Valentine's Day' on the surface?" If I had a heart, it would've skipped a beat. "wait, so you're gonna make us all dress in tuxes and dresses and crap?"

"Uh, yeah?" Mettaton patted my head. "See you guys there~" He trotted away. Napstablook quickly apologized if Mettaton annoyed us and quickly followed after him.

"D-DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, GUYS!" Papyrus got up. "THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL GO FOR YOU!" I thought quickly about what would happen if Papyrus went all alone.

First, Papyrus is all alone, sitting on a chair or something.

Second, Mettaton asks him to dance.

Third, they end up kissing.

Fourth, children. Oh god, I don't know how, but I guarantee that would happen in some way.

"no, no! we can go too!"

"OH, REALLY? YAY!" Papyrus clapped and (y/n) glared at me. She got up and grabbed my shoulder. "What are you doing? You know I don't like to wear dresses and stuff." She whisper shouted to me. "oh c'mon (y/n), this will be fun. plus we have to watch out for mettaton trying to hit on papyrus."

"I'M LITERALLY RIGHT HERE, SANS."

"What's up with you and being overprotective over Papy-" She caught herself. "Oh... Sorry. I forgot."

"no worries, cutie." (y/n) blushed. "Oh c'mon, not in front of them." She chuckled. We started calling each other nicknames. "OKAY, THIS IS AWKWARD NOW." He picked up Frisk. "I GUESS SINCE WE ALL FORGOT ABOUT THE SITUATION AT HAND, WE CAN JUST LEAVE?"

"eh, sure. i'm not even mad anymore."

"You were mad?" (y/n) asked. "yeah. but i don't stay mad for a long time." Frisk gave me a look that clearly stated 'Oh-My-God-That-Is-Such-A-Lie-You-Bad-Time-Giver.'

Frisk is the best at facial expressions, did I mention that?

[(Y/N)'s Point Of View]

I guess the conflict is resolved. Man, if this was in a fanfiction, the author probably had writer's block and would probably have a hard time explaining why we all went out here and try to fix it up by saying how sudden it was solved. (Author : *cough cough*)

But oh well.

We get to go to a dance party. Yay, I guess? Since Mettaton's hosting it, I have no idea what to expect.

[Sorry that this is short and unexpected, I've been running out of ideas lately, and people are asking for a lemon. It's just that I'm going to write a few more chapters then probably stop for a month or two. Sorry again. guys.

ALSO I'M SHAKING WHILE WRITING THIS WITH MY MOUSE HOVERING OVER THE PUBLISH BUTTON. I THINK YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO FREAKING STAMPEDE OVER ME IN ANGER. ;A;]