Before the chapter starts, I'd like to tell the reader/readers or whatever that I'm sorry that the story isn't double spaced. I'm quite new here at the current time, and I'm currently trying to figure out how the double space thing works, 'cause mine isn't working. Stay tuned though, and enjoy~!

Sans had realized that his message to Toriel didn't reach her, so he left Undyne's house in hopes that his brother and Undyne wouldn't run off. Of course, they did.

"A'ight, Gangster Boy, I finished the shopping list and the list of things we need to do!" Undyne beamed.

"ARE WE SHOPPING RIGHT NOW?"

"You know it!"

Papyrus gasped. Then he smiled and changed out of his clothes. It now read "Shopping Gangster Boy". He posed in a cringeworthy way.

"Okay," Undyne said as she walked out of the house with Papyrus. "Here's the list of what we need to do." The list was a long one, and filled with unneeded items. "We need get better at acting like gangsters, more gold and platinum chains, more black thug life shirts, more black and gangster wallpaper, a better microphone (( It was a high quality one. Undyne's grip was just so powerful that it had broke. )), another pair of headphones for you, because apparently it was too small for your bonehead Gangster Boy, and.." Undyne began running her neck. "Where are we going to get all that money, Gangster Boy?" She put on a cute face. Undyne was trying to make Papyrus find some way to get the money.

"I-I DON'T KNOW, FISHY FISH," Papyrus admitted, trying not to look into the eye and eyepatch of doom.

"Surely you will find some way, right?" It was too late. Her eye and eyepatch of doom made contact with Papyrus's sockets. "You will, right? Pwease, Ganstwa Bwoy?"

"I, UM, I WILL!" Papyrus exclaimed. "MARK MY WORDS, FISHY FISH!"

"S-So you promise?"

"I PROMISE!

"Cross your heart?"

"CROSS MY HEART!"

"Or hope to die?"

"OR HOPE TO DIE!"

"Stick 70,000 needles in your eye sockets, then swallow them, then poop them back out, and then eat that? Then embarrass and humiliate yourself in public so much that you will never show your ugly skull again?"

"...I CAN DO THE THINGS BEFORE THAT ONE."

"Really?"

"REALLY!"

Undyne smiled, then held up her little pinky finger. Papyrus smiled too, and clasped his skeletal pinky with her scaly one.

"Heh, then it's settled! Go on now."

"HM?"

"GO GET THE SUPPLIES, YOU BONEHEAD!"

Then with that, Papyrus ran off like the wind.

At Toriel's house...

Sans had finally arrived at Toriel's. He felt like he had run an entire marathon nonstop. Sans didn't though, he was just too used to slacking.

"Toriel!" He knocked rapidly at the door.

"Sans, Sans, Sans, what happened to get you in this condition?!" Toriel exclaimed in surprise at the sight of the sweating skeleton. "Oh yes, never mind that, did you get your brother and Undyne? I'm baking another large pie! It's in the oven!"

"That's the PROBLEM, Tori! Papyrus is "Gangsta Boy" now or whatever, and Undyne is "Fishy Fish" or something! Undyne already kind of swears, but Papyrus is about to start cussing and all too, and I, uh," he panted between words, "needed to, uh, inform you abou-!" Sans was cut off.

"YOUR BROTHER WILL START CUSSING?!" Toriel grasped Sans's hoodie hard in a panic. "AIN'T NOBODY GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN! HE'S TOO PURE! A CINNAMON ROLL! A FLUFFY MARSHMALLOW! FRISK! COME OUT HERE! THERE'S SOMETHING HORRIBLE HAPPENING TO PAPYRUS!"

Toriel didn't even allow poor Frisk to slip into their new striped shirt when she grabbed them by their pants and dragged them and Sans along to Undyne's house. As the reader, or whatever or whoever you are, knows, the two were not at home at that moment. Also, you should also remember that Toriel was in the process of cooking the pie in the oven.