(Yes, I know we hit 1K forever ago, but I just felt like doing at least something for it, lmao xD)

Grillby: *knocks at front door*

Frisk: I GOT IT!!! *runs to and opens door*

Grillby: *has a drunk Sans under his arm*

Frisk: Uhhhh...

Grillby: *hands Frisk Sans*

Frisk: *awkwardly holds Sans bridal style* Uhhhhhh...

Grillby: *tips imaginary hat and leaves*

Frisk: Uhhhhhhhhh...MOM!

Toriel: *peeks in* Yes, my chi-*sees Sans*...-ld

Frisk: *carries Sans to Toriel* Here, take it!

Sans: weeeeeee, roller coasterssssss!!!!! choo choooooo!

Toriel:....Must I?

Frisk: Well, I don't want it!

Sans: *sees Frisk's necklace* ou! shinyyyyyy!

Frisk: Yes, it is shiny.... now... MOM! TAKE IT!!!!

Toriel: .....Must I?

Frisk: YOU MUST!

Toriel:.....But....Must I really?

Frisk: YES, REALLY, JUST TAKE HIM!

Sans: *gasps* did youuuuu just assume myyyyyy genderrrrr?

Frisk:-_-.... *drops him* I'm done. *walks away*

Sans: *pets carpet* it's ssssso FLUFFY!

Toriel: *stares at him*...*blinks rapidly*...Papyrus!!!!

Sans: *looks up at toriel* .... *finger snaps* heyyyyy, gorgeous~

Toriel:....I beg your pardon?

Sans: heeeheeeee *face plants into carpet*

Toriel: (How many goddamn drinks did he have?)

Papyrus: *walks in* YES, MISS. TORIEL? *sees his brother*...WAIT.... DON'T TELL ME HE'S--

Toriel: He's drunk.

Papyrus:....*mumbles something under his breath* ... *sighs* COME ON, BROTHER. *picks him up* *tries to leave*

Sans: *whines* nuuuuuuu, pretttyyyy ladyyyyy.

Papyrus: SANS, STOP TERRORIZING THE ASGORE CLONE!

Sans: *reels head back* b-buttttt, she'sss prettyyyyyyy...

Toriel: Oh, dear. *laughs*

Papyrus: MISS. TORIEL, DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!

Sans: *raspberries Papyrus for no reason*

Papyrus: WHAT ARE YOU? FIVE!?

Sans: no! imma skeleton! *crosses arms and nearly falls from Papyrus' grip*

Papyrus: *is so done with his sh*t* -_-....

Toriel: *trying so hard not to laugh* Oh my goodness... *holds her snout*

Papyrus: I'M GOING TO TAKE HIM UPSTAIRS BEFORE HE DOES SOMETHING--

Sans: *grabs Papyrus' cheeks and looks at him serious*

Papyrus: *very uncomfortable* Sans... what are you-

Sans: *puts finger over his mouth* shhhhhhhh

Papyrus/Toriel: ???

Sans: if you aren't shusheded, they'll get you...

Papyrus: Whom?

Sans: *looks from side to side* the monstersssssss

Papyrus:....Sans, you ARE a monster.

Sans:....... MY LIFE HAS BEEN A LIEEEEEEEEE!

Papyrus: ENOUGH OF YOU! *stomps out of room and goes upstairs*

Toriel:....Well....that was something.