Papyrus was wearing a black shirt and red pants. The shirt looked exactly like San's jacket, big spikes at the top, small spikes at the bottom. In fact, the only difference was Papyrus's shirt was black with red spikes instead of red with black spikes

"sup, bro!" Sans smiled.

"I'M GETTING IMPATIENT BROTHER. HAVE YOU KILLED THE HUMAN YET?" Papyrus said.

"no, i got distracted by staring at this lamp. it's really cool. do you wanna look?"

Flowery almost screamed. "Please don't sell us out, please don't sell us out." Flowery repeated over and over.

"NO! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT! JUST FIND THE HUMAN!"

"hmm… maybe this lamp will help."

"SANS!"

"can't help it. i'm just lazy. a lazy-bones. besides, i've gotten a ton of work done. a skele-ton."

"IF YOU WERE NOT MY BROTHER I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU A LONG TIME AGO." the little lights in Papyrus's eyes died.

"the feelings mutual, brother." the little lights in sans's eyes followed suit.

There was a moment of silence.

"JUST WORK HARDER AT FINDING THE HUMAN!" Papyrus's eye lights returned.

"if i worked any harder i'd be working myself… down to the bone. but i'll try to put more back-bone into it." Sans was joking, but his voice was deadly serious. The eye lights did not return.

Papyrus sighed, and left. You came out from behind the lamp. You thank Sans and start to leave.

"hey! you're not leaving yet. there's something i want to give you."

You look quizzically at the small skeleton.

"Whatever it is," Flowery pleaded, "don't take it."

Sans holds out a knife.

"Ok you can take that,"

"changed your mind so easily, eh?" Sans smirked.

"I'm not taking that." You say

"you'll need that if you're going to fit in around here. but hey, it's your call."

You were silent. He was right, after all. You remember what Toriel had said the law of the skeleton brother was: kill or be killed. But you didn't want to kill and most certainly not to be killed. Maybe you could change the law. It wasn't like it was the law of physics or anything. It was put in place by someone so it could be changed by someone.

You took the knife and placed it on the ground.

"You're kidding me!" Flowery said. Sans just laughed, like he was happy you had rejected his gift.

"like i said, your call. see you around." sans walked off.

"He really doesn't seem that bad," you say

"Whatever," Flowery said, clearly exasperated "Just take the knife. You don't have to even use it. I'll just feel better if you have it instead of the stick."

"Ok," you say, taking the knife. Anything to make Flowery feel better, but still… "I'm not going to use it."

"Fine." Flowery said, "Then let's go."

Today was looking to be a good day.