There was a long pause for what Toriel said to finally get through Sans' thick skull. He didn't quite process Toriel's words as quickly as he should have, but when he did, it hit him like a truck full of bricks. As he stepped out of his room, the soft blush on his face grew brighter and brighter. He looked up at Toriel with his usual smile, although it was a bit more nervous looking. "Tori, I, uh... I've kinda had feelings for you almost since when we were telling each other bad jokes through that door. With that outta the way, would you like to... go on a date?" Toriel's face lit up with joy and Frisk smiled proudly at Sans' newfound courage. They knew that it was hard for Sans to admit his feelings, but the look on his and Toriel's face made everything worth while. "Heh. I feel really bad for acting so goofy earlier."
"There is no need to apologise," Toriel replied. "If we are confessing these types of things now, I would like you to know that I have had a crush on you for quite a while as well." Papyrus popped his head out of his room to give the two lovebirds a piece of his mind. "You two and your lovey-dovey mushiness! Why can't you do this when I'm not playing games in front of half a million humans and monsters?"
"You got a bone to pick with me, bro?" Sans asked. Papyrus let out a loud sigh and went back to his gaming. "So, Toriel, you wanna go to Grillyby's? My treat." Toriel couldn't have asked for Sans to say anything better. However, before they headed off, Sans nuzzled his forehead against Frisk's. "Thanks, kiddo. This wouldn't have happened without your help. Oh, by the way, skeletons kiss by nuzzling foreheads, so consider that payback for earlier."
Not long after Frisk settled down from their 'kiss', Papyrus shot out of his room like a lightning bolt on a stormy night and picked Frisk up by their sides so that he could properly look them in the eye. "Frisk! I kept talking about you on the stream with my fans and Mark's fans and now both of our fanbases want to meet you! You simply MUST introduce yourself!" Before Frisk could even think to ask was a fanbase was, they were toted into Papyrus' room and were sat quaintly on his lap in front of a desktop computer with a webcam. "This is my friend, Frisk! They helped free the monsters from the underground! Say hello, Frisk." Frisk smiled and waved a friendly hello to Papyrus' fans. A majority of them in chat squealed and said that they were so cute, and the rest were asking Mark a couple questions.
Frisk watched Papyrus play Minecraft for almost an hour. In the short amount of time, Papyrus and Mark had built an entire city that included a Town Hall, a Bakery and a few homes... before blowing it all up with TNT. The two seemed to get more satisfaction out of destroying things rather than creating, and this was completely out of character for Papyrus. Frisk shook it off and told themselves that they only did those things because it was just a game.
It wasn't long before Frisk began to doze off. The stream had reached a peaceful segment and the piano music from the game was incredibly soothing. They thought that they could close their eyes for just a moment just to relax, and as soon as they did, it was lights out. For once, they dreamed a happy dream in which Papyrus was cooking some tasty-smelling spaghetti while Frisk was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. The skeleton wore a pink apron with a matching pink chef's hat, and the sight was rather cute. He placed the bowl of spaghetti in front of Frisk, and as soon as they looked up to thank him, the dream took a turn for the worse. The atmosphere of the dream stayed the same, but Papyrus was anything but himself. His jaw was missing and his eyes appeared void of all emotion. He stood there, motionless with his arms at his sides. Since it was a dream, common sense was thrown out the window and Frisk asked if Papyrus was okay. They immediately regretted saying anything at all. As soon as those few words left Frisk's mouth, Papyrus' eye sockets began to leak blood as his arms twitched about. The room darkened, as did the tone of the dream. Papyrus reached for one of his ribs and snapped it off, letting it fall to the floor. The sound of breaking bones was unbearable, and Frisk desperately begged him to stop. The more Frisk called out for help or asked him to stop, the more bones were pulled off and broken until Papyrus had a single arm and rib left along with his untouched legs. His movements drastically slowed when he took his free arm and grabbed the back of his head, twisting it violently and thus snapping his neck. What was left of his shambled body disintegrated to dust as a voice echoed on, saying, "Why didn't you save me?"
Frisk woke up from their dream trembling and desperately clutching at nothing. "The human awakens! Ehh... are you all right?" Papyrus noticed Frisk's condition and told his stream that he was busy and shut down his computer before turning Frisk around so that they were facing him. Tears had already begun to form in their eyes, and what happened next was inevitable. Frisk started sobbing loudly and clung onto Papyrus' shirt, burying their face in his chest. Papyrus had no experiences with crying children prior, so he just put himself in Frisk's place and did things that Sans would do to comfort him. He stroked Frisk's hair and patted their back lovingly, letting them know that everything was okay in the process. Frisk hugged him tightly and their sobs began to die down. It sounded as if they wanted to say something to Papyrus but they weren't nearly calm enough to get it out. "It's okay, Frisk. Let's go to your room and try to relax." Papyrus gently held Frisk as he walked to their room and sat on their bed. Frisk might as well have been glued to the skeleton because no amount of coaxing could get them to crawl into bed. So, Papyrus did what any sensible cool friend would do; he wedged a pillow in between him and the human and laid on his back in Frisk's bed. He knew that his bones weren't very comfortable and that Frisk didn't like to sleep while sitting up, so he decided that he'd make them as comfortable as possible while still being cuddled on. "Do not worry, Frisk. The great Papyrus will stay here for as long as you require. After all, I have been quite worried about you lately. I... I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone tonight, either... what with all your bad dreams. Can I sleep in here?" Frisk gave a lazy nod and snuggled up next to Papyrus' head. Both of them felt much better.
It took Frisk a while to calm down. They kept shaking uncontrollably and their breath kept hitching at random. Whenever these things happened, Papyrus would give them a hug and say that he wouldn't let anything happen to them, no matter what. Once Frisk could speak again, they told Papyrus about their dream in as much detail as possible. If Papyrus had a heart, it would have skipped at least six times. He then told Frisk that nothing bad would happen to either of them because he simply would not allow it.
Frisk tried their best to ignore the dark figure in their room that was just beyond Papyrus' line of sight. They hadn't even mentioned it, nor did they want to. It was a dark, pulsating, humanoid figure that they could just barely see out of the corner of their eye. Frisk wanted to get a better look at the being to confirm whether or not it was real, but the more they stared at it, the more they began to shake. The more they shook, the more they were thrown into a downwards spiral of panic. Eventually, they pointed the being out to Papyrus. The skeleton sat up, took one look at the entity, and said less than seven words that brought up more questions than answers. "W.D. Gaster, is that you?"