"That is a horrible idea, and you are a horrible person for thinking it."

"But, Sans-"

"No buts! And I especially don't want that butt in my house, near MY brother!"

This has been going on for a few days now. Frisk had been trying to 'extend' her happy ending by trying to get everyone to confess their feelings for one another. It was only natural progression! And it would be good for everyone to have a special someone! The monsters made it to the surface, don't they deserve someone special to share it with?

"You know I hate that dumb robot. I especially don't want that thing around more than it needs to be." Sans said calmly. But Frisk knew that was a façade. His eyes were closed for a reason, and she could see a tint of blue under his left eyelid.

She sighed. "Alright."

Sans opened his eyes in shock. "… You liar."

"What do you mean?" Frisk said, trying to feign ignorance.

"I've seen that determination of yours in action…" His eyes were slightly to the right, not looking her directly. "You won't give up until you see this through to the end..." He said ominously.

What he said shook her to her core, but Frisk was silent for but a moment. "… this is going to end with robo-skelly babies if I have my way."

"FFFFFFFFFF-" Sans lifted his hands in a strangling motion. "Dammit, Frisk! Mettaton is not good for him!"

"But they'd be cute, though."

"If by cute, you mean NIGHTMARE inducing, then I have to agree with you whole-heartedly… you know… the organ I'm missing." He scoffed.

"I get it, Sans. You could care less about Mettaton, but at least let Papyrus be happy!" She argued.

"He is happy." Sans pouted.

"Spaghetti doesn't count as a true love."

"Really? I could have sworn he was married to the stuff."

Frisk couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Sweet, sweet pastamony."

That got a light-hearted chuckle from the skeleton. "Nice one."

"Mettaton would look great in a pasta-themed wedding dress." Frisk tapped her chin in playful thought.

Sans frowned. "You ruined it for me, kid."

"You could say, their two sides of the same coinnelloni."

"Kid, normally I'd be up for this-"

"We humans like to call it penne noche."

"Wait, was that a reference to that movie with the two dogs last night?"

"It's so obvious Pap has farfalle for him!"

"Well, too bad! I'm making sure he stays on his cannellonesome!"

"Hey!" Frisk called out. "I already used that word!"

"Oh sorry." He shrugged. "I spagotabout it. Not like I rigati care. You're pushing all my fuswitches right now."

Frisk almost couldn't hold back the giggles. They were having a 'punguement'. 'Only Sans…' She thought.

"Jokes aside," He held a genuine smile for a moment. "I'm serious. I don't think Mettaton is worth it. He's too… gaudy. Pap isn't like that! I know he comes off as kinda showy and stuff – but he's a giant puppy on the inside. Mettaton… he's a shark. A shark looking for more people to join his fanclub like a school of fish." His eye glowed. "No doubt he will use him. Abandon him. Then move on to someone else. I'm sorry Frisk, but I can't let you do that."

Frisk clicked her tongue. "Well…"

"Why do I bother? Everything I say is going right through you, isn't it?"

"Yup."

Sans sighed. "I'm just looking out for my brother."

"I know."

"… I don't have your determination. Please don't hook them up."

"But you have spooky, scary skelly powers. I think that makes up for it – and no. I think everyone deserves a chance to be happy. Look at Alphys and Undyne!"

Sans clenched his fist over his face. "I give up…"

Frisk immediately pounced like an excited puppy and hugged him, face buried in the fur of his jacket. "Thank you~."

"Don't make me regret this, kid." He said, a cyan blush creeping over his face.

"You won't. Everyone is going to have a happy ending. Promise!" She snuggled further.

"We already got our happy ending – don't think you need to overdo it." He chuckled.

It was the start of an interesting week. The feel of the furry jacket, and the promise of robo-skelly babies fills you with determination*

~L~O~V~E~

Frisk walked out of the house of Sans and Papyrus. She made a quick turn down the street and towards the back of a bakery. A young man stands in an ominous alleyway, as if expectant of her. "How did it go?" Mettaton asked, wearing a black trench coat with a matching fedora -it had a red rose on it to match the one in his hand.

"He's not buying it." Frisk told him. "But, I think there's still a chance! You just need to prove to Sans that you are A-quality boyfriend material."

Mettaton huffed, nose in the air. "Look at me, darling! Am I not already perfect the way I am?" A quick glance at an impatient Frisk told him everything he needed to know. "... roses and chocolate?"

"Might be a nice start..."

"Fair enough."

~L~O~V~E~

Frisk took out her trusty notebook. "Okay! Plan Papyton is under way! Now lets get started on Nicepants."

It wasn't hard to locate the two of them. The Nice cream bunny was at his stand, giving his frozen treats to some human children, and Burgerpants was on his lonesome near the water fountain. "Perfect!~" She squeaked to herself.

The brown cat sighed longingly. He eyed the blue rabbit with a hint of want and envy. Like he always said - don't interact with good-looking people... unless you were one of them.

"You can do this."

Eh?

"Make that bunny yours! He's single and a very nice guy!"

"N-now hold on a second!" The cat freaked.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Who are you!" Burgerpants shouted, looking around the bench for the voice.

"I am your guardian angel."

The feline scoffed, slouching into his seat and folding his arms "The last time I listened to my guardian 'angel', they told me to stuff glamburgers in my pants and sneak off to see a pair of girls that just LAUGHED at me..."

"... um... that guy was fired. I'm your NEW and IMPROVED guardian angel!"

Burg perked up a bit. "Really? Y-you won't make me look like a-a fool of myself?"

"Yes! Now listen closely... go and talk to him. Like a friend. Warm up to him, buy his nice cream-"

"This feels like a corporate scam. Were you hired to say this?" Burg questioned.

"No! It never hurts to buy one, right? Break the ice, give an excuse to hang out sometime..."

He was silent. He looked over to the blue bunny in question and took a deep breath. "I'll do it."

"Good luck is on your side. You can only go up from here! YOU CAN DO THIS!"

"Yeah..." The cat said. "Yeah! I can only go up from here! I'm already on the surface! I can do whatever I want! I can't let my dreams just be dreams! I CAN DO THIS!" Burgerpants runs off towards the Nice Cream shop with a renewed vigor.

Frisk popped her head out of the bush she was hiding in. "I might have over done it..." In the distance, she could see the cat forcing the rabbit into a kiss, pulling him over the cart head-first. "Yup... I did..." She winced at the zealous display of affection. She had meant for him to bring up the courage to talk to him and ask him out... not full-on make out with him before the first date!

But to her surprise, the rabbit kissed back.

She sighed in relief. "Good... no resetting this one." She mumbled to herself. Bringing out her notebook, she crossed out 'Nicepants' from the list and skipped away merrily.

Tomorrow would be a new day of matchmaking!

lolwat. I wrote something for Undertale LOLZ! Though I made this mostly to be silly, not serious. I've seen a lot of good stories already with soo many great spins on the story! I don't think this fandom truly needs me to try to make something serious... not that I could... -cries- I tried. That awkward moment when you want to write fanfiction - but NOTHING comes out right!

Hell, even this little thing is... kinda dumb. But I thought I'd try to have fun with it anyways. Review if you want! May or may not come back to this for a bit more shipping madness!