Chapter 1

"Unpleasant Wake-Up Calls"

*No warnings on this chapter.*

Frisk sat up and stretched, yawning like a cat. "What izzit Pap?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. Papyrus shoved something small and hard into her chest, his skeleton grin wide and eyes shimmering with excitement. "Pap… Why… What's with the Nerf gun?"

"It was Undyne's idea!" he said softly. "We need to be quiet though. My brother is about to have a rude awakening." He giggled and started rocking back and forth on his heels. Frisk rolled over onto her back and looked at the small toy gun. It was a single shot pistol with a few extra bolts in the grip. Papyrus handed her a second, similar to the first. Looking at it, she realized that it wasn't an actual Nerf gun, though still a toy dart gun, and was in the shape of a Halo Magnum.

"C'mon, Frisk. Let's do it!" Undyne hissed eagerly, pulling Frisk up off the couch by one arm and dragging her upstairs.

San's room was the last door in the hall, the door plain and unadorned. It wasn't closed all the way, either. Alphys held her phone timidly, obviously nervous, but she was smiling too. "Y-y-you guys ready?" she whispered, holding up her phone, obviously ready to record or take a picture.

"You bet, darling," Mettaton said lavishly. He hefted his gun, which was a huge automatic gun with a large magazine. Undyne and Papyrus both had moderate sized guns, and Frisk her two pistols.

"Okay, start recording," Undyne whispered. Alphys's grin widened. "So, like, we're all awake, and Sans isn't, so, like, Pap and I came up with this great idea. Time to wake up the lazy bones."

"Unpleasantly," Alphys whispered.

"Let's do it," Papyrus said excitedly. They all converged around San's door. Undyne raised three fingers, mouthing the words, "Three, two, one."

Papyrus and Undyne both kicked the unclosed door open to fast that, when they looked later, it smashed a hole in the wall.

"WAKE UP SANS!" screamed Mettaton, Undyne, and Papyrus. Frisk was laughing too hard to say anything. The lumpy figure underneath all of San's blankets shifted a little bit before they began pelting it with small rubber and foam darts. Sans flailed wildly, his eye glowing suddenly bright blue, trying the shield himself. He failed.

"I hate you guys so much right now," he groaned.