Warning: This story contains vulgarity, Crude humor, and horrid puns. Hey! If you want something in your best interest still hey!Then contact me, the great Papyrus for better options. Thank you, and Nyeh heh heh,

The great Papyrus.

I'm in love with a human. Stupid right? I mean, I'm Sans the skeleton. Why a human? And anyway, I don't know the first thing about love. I would ask Papy considering his...uhh...secret *cough* crush on Undyne, but...you know.

So I decided to sk the one person who'd understand (or not tease me in that annoying immature voice), the one person who'd get it. The one person I virtually hated.

Mettaton.

Uh, he's really egotistical, but he seems to know, like, everything, so... Why not?

I caught Mtt and a free time and we went into his studio.

"Ah, there's my favorite skeleton!"

"But I thought...you know what, no." I shook my head

"Well in any case, what do you desire from the fabulous Mettaton?"

I grumbled. Mettaton pulled back. "Oooh, grumpy much? Care to discuss the subject matter?"

"Actually, I came to talk about that. Uhh...what...do you do when..." I tried to come up with the right words.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and shut my eye sockets and decided to do this quick like a bandaid.

"What do you do when...youhaveacrushonsomeoneyoujustmet?"

Mettaton (EX, just to clarify) squealed and clapped his hands in delight. He flopped down on the pink sectional in front of me and crossing his legs. "So...who's the lucky lady?"

I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets. "None of your business," I mumbled thankful that I didn't have blood to light up my pale cheeks.

"Hmmm." Mettaton put one hand on his hip like Papyrus usually did. "You need a new wardrobe."

Somehow my eye sockets widened. "Wh-but I-you don't-" I sputtered. "I don't need a wardrobe; I'm a skeleton!"

Mettaton made the face Frisk alwaysmade, the kind that belonged on the mehemoji, andlooked me up and down.

Uh.

Point taken.

In the end I left in the same thing I had come in, except my jacket hoodie now hada "faux fur trim" and my T-shirt was now "designer."

We don't even HAVE designers in the undergrounds!

I mean, what the-C'mon Mettaton! This is why Papyton will never happen! Not Gonnahappen. Not on my watch.

Nyo, ho ho.

A/N: JSYK,the hooman is not frisk. Meh. So, Sans can shut his eye sockets for some weird reason. And widen. I a me a huuuuge supporter of Papyton, but I know Sans hates it. So yeah. I just personally fell that Papyton would be adorable. And Sans x Frisk, yep! Yeppity yep yep! Yyyyyyeeeeep!
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Soooo, Byyyyyyyyeeeeeee!

-Cassie