"Is this everyone?" Frisk asked, excitement creeping into her gaze. "Undyne, Mettaton, Napstablook, Gaster, Flowey?"

"Here!"

"HERE, DARLING!"

"Uh... here, I guess..."

"RIGHT HERE!"

"Mmhmm."

"What are we doing, anyway?" Undyne asked the girl, who smiled.

"Oh no, not another fanfiction party?" Flowey begged.

"No, I have a better idea. Ya' see, I was on Fanfiction yesterday and I found a whole bunch of... (pause for effect) Truth or Dare fanfics. And that got me thinking, hey, I should call my pals and play a nice game. And here we are. So, who'd like to start?"

"Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me!"

"Um... anyone but Flowey?"

No reply.

"Okay, I guess I'll go first. Undyne, truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course! And make it hard!"

She grinned. "Okay, I dare you to go downstairs and tell Sans you and Papyrus and getting together and your wedding is Wednesday."

"What?"

"YOU CHOSE DARE." Gaster pointed out calmly. "THAT'S YOUR DARE."

"Ngah! All right, but your gonna pay for this, punk!"

-Downstairs

"Hey Sans!"

"hmm?" The shorter skeleton opened his eyesockets. He had been snoozing (quite comfortably mind you) on the couch.

Well, here goes. "Papyrus and I are getting married," she blurted out, knowing how long that sentence, be it dare or not, would stick in her memory.

At the same time, the skeleton in question was just walking into the house with Toriel, who had been out shopping since Papyrus needed more -ehem- "cool clothes". "WOWIE! REALLY? WAIT..."

Toriel's face was one of pure shock. "Oh, this is so sudden. I didn't know."

I will hate Frisk and Papyrus forever now.

-Five minutes later

"Sans I swear it was a dare!"

"lay one finger on my brother-"

"Frisk tell him it was a dare right now!"

"It really was, Sans," she said, grinning wildly.

Upstairs, lots of laughs were heard. Finally, the skeleton gave up his chase and resumed his sleep on the couch. Panting, Undyne threw open the door to Frisk's room. "Okay, my turn," she hissed.

"Uh-oh."

"Frisk, truth or dare?"

"Well, I think you really want to kill me right now, so I'll play it safe and go truth."

"Were your taping that?"

"Mmhmm! Who's next?"

"I'LL GO," Gaster offered. "METTATON, TRUTH OR DARE?"

"THE AUDIENCE IS DYING FOR SOME ACTION. DARE."

"SAY YES TO EVERY QUESTION YOU ARE ASKED."

"Hey Mett, is Flowey your biggest crush?" Frisk giggled.

A few snorts of amusement arose from the monsters.

"YES," he answered, looking unhappy already with the dare.

"Hey Napstablook, why don't you go next?"

"Oh, I don't think I should. I think I'd just ruin it for you guys..."

"NONSENSE, BLOOKY!"

"Yeah, Napstablook, come on."

Instead, the ghost slowly disappeared from sight, leaving everyone fairly baffled.

"O-K... Um... who'd like to go next? Mettaton?"

But even Mettaton looked slightly disappointed. "PERHAPS I SHOULD GO AFTER HIM..."

Suddenly, only Gaster, Frisk, Flowey, and Undyne remained. "So... what now?"

"I say we exchange dares," Undyne offered.

"Sounds fair. Undyne and Flowey, Gaster and I?" Frisk suggested, and they broke into pairs.

"I DARE YOU TO SING EVERYTHING YOU SAY."

"Well fine, I dare you to say 'in the closet' after every sentence!"

"SOUNDS FAIR... IN THE CLOSET."

"Have you guys decided, yet?"

Undyne didn't reply immediately. She looked down at first, then finally looked back up and burst into, "Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on let's go and play!"

"What the heck did you dare her to do?" Frisk whispered to Flowey.

"To sing every song in Frozen continuously," the flower answered, moving strangely as he spoke.

"What were you dared to do?"

"Do the mushroom dance from Temmie village every time I spoke," he grumbled, still doing the weird dance. "And you?"

"I DON'T HEAR YOU SINGING!" Gaster called, adding, "IN THE CLOSET," hastily.

Flowey grinned wickedly as Frisk burst into, "You don't need a plane to fly. Plastic wings may make you glide! Kites are made for windy days. Lawn chairs with balloons, fly away- inflatable pants! You may as well see! If you want to fly, all you need... is friendship... yeah?" just adding another singing voice on top of Undyne's Frozen.

"Ugh, may the merciful King Asgore have mercy on my SOUL!" The flower cried, obviously not finding it as amusing at he thought it would be.

"Oh but Flowey, you don't have a SOUL! Oh, I bet you wish you had one, had one as neat as mine!" Frisk sang.

"Stop!" Flowey suddenly hissed. "Smiley trash bag coming our way!"

"Scatter!" Frisk shouted (in her singing voice of course), and each of them disappeared, leaving nothing but an 'empty' pot on the table. Well, and Undyne, who would much rather be facing danger head on than hiding behind something.

"so, hear you've been doing truth or dare? lemme just warn you. one more dare about my brother and you're boned."

Audible sighs were heard from all around the room. Undyne seemed to brace herself. "Get mad at Frisk, not me!" she told him, summoning a spear in her hand.

"HOW ABOUT WE END THIS CHAPTER WHILE THOSE TWO ARE STILL IN TACT," Gaster whispered to Frisk, both of them hiding behind her sofa. (yes, Frisk has a sofa in her room)

"Smart. We don't need any readers seeing what I think is about to go down," she agreed.

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