The bone zone is closed.
Characters: Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton Ex
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A quiet rapping on the door woke Sans from his afternoon snooze. It was a lazy Saturday in the brothers' household and he had fallen asleep watching news reports of an incoming blizzard. Lazily sliding off the couch, he trudged up to the door and opened it a crack to be greeted by Mettaton. He wasn't especially pleased to see the robot but he still kept his ever-present grin plastered across his face.
"Oh, it's you… Would your darling brother happen to be home?" Mettaton asked, slightly surprised to see the shorter skeleton up for a change.
Without missing a beat, "nope."
Not a moment later there was a loud crash followed by a "NYEH" of discontent from deeper within the house. His grip on the door unconsciously tightened.
"SANS! QUIT LEAVING YOUR SOCKS AROUND THE HOUSE. I, THE GREAT MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A DELICATE OPERATION THAT MUST NOT BE INTERRUPTED."
Mettaton tried to peer around Sans but he kept moving to block his view.
"Wasn't that-"
"nope."
"But I can see him ri-"
"nope."
"Sans."
"The bone zone is closed." He quickly slammed the door shut, making sure to lock the deadbolt this time. Feeling much more content with himself now, he was about to go finish his nap-hopefully without interruptions this time-when there was much louder knocking this time. Followed by a muffled shout of "Sans, you open this door right now!"
Papyrus glanced back stirring a pot with what appeared to be tomato sauce and sprinkles. "Did you hear something?"
"nah, i don't have ears."
"SANS, CAN YOU BE SERIOUS FOR ONCE!"
"sorry bro but that's impastable."
"MY GOD, SANS."
His grin stretched even farther as he plopped back on the couch chuckling to himself. It was always amusing to rile up his brother. At least the pun kept Papyrus from asking who was at the door. Giving the weather forecast his attention again, apparently there was to be a blizzard relatively soon today. Looks like he won't be going to Grillby's to avoid Papyrus's cooking again. He began to notice a slight scuffing noise, glancing around to see where it was coming from.
His grin faltered a bit as he saw written in frost on the window a number followed by "Call me, darling~" surrounded by hearts. He could faintly see Mettaton peering through the foggy glass as well. Sauntering over, he grabbed the pull string to close the blinds, ignoring the "you're dead bonebag" written in fancy cursive below the hearts.
"hey papyrus, is the kid still comin' over tomarrow?"
His brother shot him a stern look but otherwise didn't comment on the pun. "YES, THE HUMAN WILL BE COMING ALONG WITH UNDYNE AND ALPHYS. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL MAKE A GLORIOUS SPAGHETTI FEAST FOR ALL OF OUR FRIENDS. NYEH HEH HEH HE-"
*riiiing*
*riiiing*
"Oh! A phone call! I wonder who it could be. Probably one of my many fans!"
*click*
"Finally! Papyrus, darling, I-"
Sans seemed to appear out of nowhere, snatching the phone out of his hand.
"hey bro, let me take this. i think i smell something burning."
"NYEHHH! MY SPAGHETTI!" He dashed back over to the stove, hurriedly trying to put out the small fire that had started. Sans doubted any of the sauce would survive, thankfully.
"well, like they say …color adds flavor."
"SANS! YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR OR SO HELP ME-"
"are you chilled to the bone out there? you will be soon. cya."
"SANS, WHO WAS IT THAT CALLED?"
"wrong number, bro."
He casually turned off the phone and tossed it back on the counter before situating himself back in front of the TV.
"hey papyrus, looks like the blizzard picked up. don't think we'll be going out relatively soon."
"DO NOT WORRY, BROTHER. I HAVE PREPARED ENOUGH SPAGHETTI TO LAST US ALL WEEK IF NEED BE."
"oh gee …that's great. h-hey bro," he snickered, pointing out the window. "looks like we're snowdin."
"MY GOD, SANS."
He knew he shouldn't rile his brother up like that, considering they were confined to a small living area for the time being, but he couldn't help himself. He eventually ended up dozing off listening to another MTT rerun. He wasn't sure how long he sat there dozing, but sooner than he would have liked he found himself seated at the table with a plate of spaghetti placed in front of him. If it could still be called that. Between the burnt noodles, sauce smelling of too many spices to differentiate and the brightly colored sprinkles dotting the top, he suddenly wished he had stayed in bed this morning.
Excuse my trash, I wrote this in a hurry.
Due to the nature of this fic, it will remain "completed." If you'd like to see more or make a request drop a review/pm/favorite/follow, whatever suits you. I really like this game and the character interaction so I plan to write more. I don't especially like Mettaton or know his character well, but the community seems to like him and Sans being an over protective sibling…
This and my previous works will be uploaded on AO3 as soon as I register.
