A/N: Wassup peeps? So, after I posted this story, I had lots of positive feedback, and I thought, hey, they like it, why not keep doing it? So yeah, here we are. I really hope I am funny, I really can't tell when reading my own work. If I'm not, just say so and I'll try even harder. Okay? Okay, thanks so much for all the reviews/favs/follows. They inspire me to write more. =D I may or may not keep writing. I guess it really depends if I get into it and how long it takes for you guys to get bored of it.
"Goat-mom, can I get a new laptop?" Frisk asked, sighing.
Toriel looked up from her snail book. "What happened to the last one?"
"Sans destroyed it... again."
She closed the book. "Again? This is the third time. Perhaps I need to talk to him about that."
"Please do. In the meantime... laptop?"
"Forgive me, my child, but you may have to use the desktop for awhile."
Turning and grumbling, "Sans!" she made her way back to her room where the desktop lay idle. "I wonder if they'll come over for another fanfiction party," she wondered aloud. Probably not.
Ring... ring...
"Y-yes?"
"Hey Alphys. I'm having another fanfiction party. You and Undyne wanna come?"
"S-sure! Sounds like fun!"
"Hey! Who's on the phone?"
"Hey Undyne!" Frisk called.
Suddenly, she heard a crash as the aquatic monster stole the phone, most likely pushing Alphys out of the way to get it. "Hey punk! What's the matter?"
"Nothin'. Having a fanfiction party if you wanna come. Just make sure Sans doesn't find out-"
"sans doesn't find out what?"
Silently cursing herself, she turned to see the skeleton behind her, his hand raised slightly threateningly. "Nothing Sans-"
"Frisk is having a fanfiction party again!" Undyne screamed over the phone, making Frisk drop it as though it was a bomb.
"Y-yeah. I was thinking about inviting Napstablook and Mettaton over for it. I wasn't going to tell you, Papyrus, Toriel, or Asgore, since I kinda need my laptop and I don't really want to lose my desktop too."
Sans's eye lit up faintly again.
"D-don't worry! We'll stay away from Soriel fics this time!"
Without another word, the big-boned skeleton turned and walked out of the room. "Okay, that's settled. Undyne, can you call Napstablook, and Alphys, can you call Mettaton?"
"Sure," the monsters replied simultaneously, hanging up the phone.
"Now, who should I call."
In another dimension. . .
The figure looked on in silence at the gathering monsters, jealously lighting his eyeless gaze. "WHY MUST THEY ALWAYS FORGET ABOUT ME?"he sighed.
Behind him, a beast not unlike a skeletal dragon head grunted something in reply. "Maybe they don't know you exist." It offered.
"SURELY I'M REMEMBERED IN MY OWN CREATIONS?"
"Try making your presence known."
The figure's gaze lit up. "I SHALL CRASH THEIR PARTY THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW! BY SHOWING UP!"
Back in Frisk's house. . .
"Okay, everyone here? Napstablook?"
"Here... I guess..."
"Mettaton?"
"RIGHT HERE, DARLING!"
"Undyne?"
"You got it, punk!"
"Alphys?"
"H-here?"
"Is that all? Why do I feel like someone's missing?"
"CAN I JOIN TOO?" Papyrus eagerly asked.
"Uh, sure, I guess."
Suddenly, a thick black fog filled the room, muffling all sounds and making the room eerily quiet, the silence only broken by Frisk having a hacking cough. A snarl was heard, and the room cleared as though a giant fan was located where the door was.
"DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME!"
Papyrus's gaze lit up as it settled on a skeletal figure in the center of the room, the oily black fog still falling from him. He was a tall, slim figure, his skull split in two places by cracks. One from his eye to his mouth, the other from his other eye and stretching to the back of his head. "DADDY!"
"W-who are you?" Frisk asked, her voice tight with terror.
"I GO BY MANY NAMES. BUT THE ONE YOU SHALL USE IS W. D. GASTER. I'M FEELING AWFULLY LEFT OUT. DO ME THE HONOR OF LETTING ME JOIN THIS PARTY."
Frisk was gaping, completely silent in shock. "W. D. Gaster? Like, the W. D. Gaster?"
Gaster opened his mouth to say something, but was rudely interrupted by a very whiny flower. "Why wasn't I invited?"
"Alright, who let the talking dandelion in here?" Undyne demanded.
"Buttercup," Flowey corrected. "And no one let me. I came on my own accord."
"Okay, let's get started before any more monsters appear. Shall we?"
I think I should torture them, Frisk thought evilly. Sans isn't here.
Being sure to carefully pick out a fanfiction they'd hate.
"No! Papyrus is mine!" Muffet snarled.
"OH? I DIDN'T SEE YOUR NAME ON HIM," Mettaton sneered.
"guys, guys, stop it already." They didn't even realize that Papyrus's brother was there. "everyone knows paps loves me the best."
"Are you sure about that, stubby?" Muffet countered. "Besides, I don't think you'd have the guts to tell him the way you actually like him."
Sans's smile faltered for just a split second, such a short second they weren't even sure it truly did, but the next second he was smiling again.
Suddenly, Frisk was interrupted as Gaster pushed again the computer with one finger, leaving a black spot on it. She looked sadly as she tried to rub it off and couldn't. "WHO WROTE THIS?" he demanded.
"Um..." Frisk squinted at the name on top. "Shiplover9595. Why?"
With a sort of smile, Gaster was gone. "So that's where Sans gets it. Heh, maybe he should be in the Royal Guard!" Undyne snickered.
"BUT! BUT! HOW CAN YOU TRAIN TWO SKELETONS TO BE IN THE ROYAL GUARD."
"Huh? Oh, right."
They waited in silence for a few moments. Finally, Frisk was thrown out of the fanfiction. "Huh, weird. It looks like it was deleted."
The next minute, Gaster was back, looking slightly pleased with himself and holding out a plush Temmie doll. "IT'S A SOUVENIR," he said, handing the doll to the girl, who was still looking utterly confused.
"Where did you get this?" She asked after a minute.
"SHIPLOVER9595'S HOUSE."
"Ah-eh-oh."
"HEY BLOOKY! DO THE NEXT ONE!" Mettaton urged.
Frisk gave an encouraging smile.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Flowey suddenly exclaimed. "I didn't get to pick one!"
"Too bad."
"Wha- bu- but why not?"
"Because you are just a houseplant. A very pretty, annoying houseplant. Shut up."
"Make me!" the flower snarled at her.
"Undyne, would you like to do the honors?"
Undyne gave her signature grin. "My pleasure!" Without hesitation, she grabbed the pot and, before anyone knew what was about to happen, she was chucking it out the window, brushing her hands off as a faint crash was heard.
Napstablook peered over the window. "Oh, he doesn't look like he's having much fun. There's a cat down there."
"Really?" Frisk pushed her way past Undyne and Alphys, looking over the windowsill. "Ha! It's gnawing on his petals. And Flowey is threatening it, and, ew, poor flower. All in a day's work!"
"SO ANYONE, BLOOKY?"
"Right, right." The ghost floated quietly over to the desktop, looking over the page.
Mad Dummy was holding a knife, glaring at Mettaton and Napstablook. Not that I expected anything else. He always was the most hostile of the four ghost cousins.
"What do you want?" the dummy demanded.
"WE JUST WANTED TO-"
"Oh wait! I can guess! Well, you're not getting away with it! Dummies, attack!"
Napstablook clicked away from the page.
"Hey!" Undyne exclaimed. "That was just getting to the interesting part!"
"No ships, no nothing. Why did you exit it?"
"Well, I-"
"WE ARE NOT COMFORTABLE TALKING ABOUT OUR HOSTILE COUSIN," Mettaton cut in suddenly, aiming a sad? glance at the depressed ghost.
"Yeah, I can understand that."
"Y-yeah. I know some things I-I'd definitely not want people to know ab-bout."
"LIKE YOUR CRUSH ON QUEEN TORI-"
"Please don't, Gaster!" Alphys interrupted, shooting a nervous glance at Undyne. "I know you were my mentor, but you're not my parent! Please don't embarrass me in front of all my friends!"
"OH YES," the skeleton continued. "BEFORE SHE MET UNDYNE, SHE COULDN'T TELL WHO SHE LIKED BETTER! MR. OR MRS. DREEM-"
This time, however, he were not cut off by Alphys, but by the whole room being swallowed up in a single blue laser, sending all of the inhabitants flying out the window. The last thing anyone heard before they hit the ground next to a very miserable Flowey was, "geeeeeet dunked on!"