Papyrus walked into the house to see the sight of Frisk smiling at him. With a cheerful grin, he did the same.
"HELLO, FRISK! WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO HANG OUT WITH METTATON TODAY? WHERE IS HE?"
They shrugged their shoulders, but a smile broke out on their face. In the back of Papyrus' skull, there was that incredibly familiar feeling of irritation, anger, and exasperation. That only happened when-
"I think he ran off when I metta-ton of puns," they told him. "I don't think he could stand being in the same room as me for such a long time. Then again, not everyone can handle such a bone-fide genius, right Papyrus? ...Papyrus?"
The tall skeleton had escaped from the household with style, jumping out of the window like a boss before doing an unnecessary barrel roll. He dramatically posed before dashing off. He was used to these pun-filled situations. In fact, he was so used to them that he always made escape plans for such a thing in his spare time when he wasn't making puzzles or cooking spaghetti.
The last thing Frisk heard from him was, "SANS! YOU MADE THE HUMAN A PUNSTER! HOW COULD YOU!"
I seriously want to do a Sans and Frisk pun off, but that would seriously take the pun out of this story.
Sorry.
...
Not.