Sans: So other than the clothes, what's the difference...?

RT sans: Well, if talking about appearance, guess not much. *Shrugs* Just really torn up clothes, missing slipper and a crack in the back of my hand. Also flickering eye light... And I bleed more...

Sans: Okay... But... How did you end up in such rough shape...? Looks like you've been through hell and back bud..

RT sans: In a way... I uh, guess I have... But hey, nothing gets under my skin anymore.

Sans: Pal, I can tell you're still troubled. Guess you can say I see right through you.

STAY STILL!

Undyne: NGAAAAAAH.

STOP IT! ):V JUST LET THEM FINISH YOU OFF!

Alphys: U-undyne.. Uh P-please stop y-yelling...

Undyne: I CAN'T HELP IT! Those two bone heads-

RT Sans: eyy

Undyne: - Think they can beat me in this contest! It makes me more and more determined to beat them!

Papyrus: UGH... AND I THOUGHT GRILLBY'S FOOD WAS GREASY... BROTHER, HOW COULD YOU MAKE SUCH GREASY FOOD?

Sans: Come on Pap, it's just a bit.

Papyrus: YOU KNOW I HATE GREASE... I CAN'T STAND HAVING 29 HOTDOGS ON MY HEAD...

Frisk: *Having been in this situation before assures your victory. It fills you with DETERMINATION.

Okay, last hot dog! Everyone in the room now how 29 hotdogs on their heads! Whoever is left with hot dogs on their head wins!

Alphys: I-It shouldn't be too hard a-as long as w-we stay uh, st-still...

No Alphy, that's cheating! ):V Walk around! ... Please...? -;

Papyrus: *slowly and carefully, (yet with expected grace) stands up* *hotdogs stay on*

Frisk: *stands with all hotdogs balancing perfectly*

Undyne: *shoots up* *stumbles around while giant stack of hotdogs slip around* *moves from one side of the room to the other to keep balance*

Alphys: *nervously stands up*

Sans: ... *Tilts head to the side and lets all hotdogs slide off* I forfeit.

Undyne: *Slips on one of the hotdogs and fall over* NG-

RT Sans: *grins and tilts head forward, letting large stack of hotdogs fall onto him and form a pile* Whoops~.

Sans: ! *falls backwards*

Papyrus: SANS! *Rushes over, few hotdogs falling off and some managing to stay on* *lifts up Sans from pile* BROTHER, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU'RE ALL COVERED IN GREASE NOW!

Sans: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. ... Heh... You're pretty warm-hearted to throw away the contest to make sure I'm fine.

Papyrus: BUT OF COURSE! I-... *Drops Sans* OH MY GOD... I JUST REALIZED THAT WAS A PUN...

Welp... The contest has been on for about twenty seconds and we are already down to our last two contestants...

Papyrus: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I STILL HAVE SOME HOT DOGS ON MY HEAD!

Frisk: Papyrus, you're supposed to have all hotdogs on your head... Not just some.

Papyrus: ... WHAT...?

Frisk: *gently pats Papyrus' back*

Undyne: Argh... I lost... My pride has been thrown away... No matter! Alphys! Come on and win! You can do it! As long as you put in MAXIMUM EFFORT you can do it!

Alphys: U-uh- Undyne! ... O-okay! *slowly steps towards Frisk*

Frisk: *walks normally towards Alphys* Hi Alphys~. May the best monster win.

Alphys: U-uh Yeah... You too...

Anyway, let's continue on.. This one was pretty short so we can get another question or demand. *pulls up textbox* hm... Oh.. This one is more of an invite... Well, a few... hm... I don't want to introduce a whole LOT of characters in one chapter so I'll just include the first one and add another character later... I'll be back soon lovelies~ *poofs*

Papyrus: *all hot dogs are off* NOW, SECOND BROTHER, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO SANS?

RT Sans: Hmm... Well... *shrugs* Felt like it? No need to look so chilled to the bone, it's just clothes.

Papyrus: OH MY GOD... SECOND BRO-

RT Sans: I'm not your brother Papyrus. I'm your friend. Just... Call me Reset for now, all right? Or friend.

Papyrus: OH... BUT... AREN'T I YOUR BROTHER? ... WHERE DID YOU COME FROM ANYWAY?

Sans: He's an AU me bro.

Papyrus: AU? WHAT'S THAT?

Sans: Pretty much another version of me. He comes from another world different than our's.

RT Sans/Papyrus: Oh.

Sans: Don't tell me you didn't know other me. Why else do you think there'd be another you?

RT Sans: Sorry, but where I come from... Crazy things are happening all the time, so i just sort of played it off I guess?

*POOF*

Alphys: A-AH! *jumps and hot dogs fall off* O-Oh dear! Oh my..!

Frisk: *Throws fists in air in victory, hot dogs falling off at almost the same time*

Okay everyone! I brought in another monster! Say hello to Mettaton!

Papyrus: OH! HELLO THERE METTATON!

Sans: Sup.

Undyne: Yo! Mettaton! You just saw Alphys win, right!?

Frisk: Ton Ton! *Runs to and hugs them*

Mettaton: Yes, Hello darlings!

RT Sans: Mettaton, huh...? *scoots away with slight glare*

Okay! Ready for some more questions and demands~!