Papyrus sighed as he pulled his new batch of spaghetti out of the oven. The sweet, rich smell filled the room as he tenderly set the plate on the counter. He loved spaghetti, more than a friend love. He wanted to be with it, but it's amazing taste would never allow them to be together. He tenderly took a fork and stabbed it into the spaghetti, watching the red sauce mingle perfectly with the noodles. Why couldn't they be like that? He stomped his foot. SPAGHETTI WAS HIS AND NO ONE ELSES! He grabbed the plate, tenderly holding it to his side as he called his girlfriend , (put random name here).

Random Girlfriend: Yes Babe?

Papyrus: I have found my real love, so I have to break up with you...

Random ex gf: who is this?

Papyrus: Spaghetti

Papyrus hung up and took out a ring pop and put it on the Spaghetti, along with one on his finger. "We're married now! Lets go tell Sans the good news!" Papyrus kissed his new fiancé before carrying it up to his brothers bedroom.

Sans internally died that day.

(XD)