Chapter 6.1, POV FP Richard.

So yeah. I get to talk to others on the radio for a week. Sounds interesting, right? But really I just sit here and play Mettaton's greatest music while waiting for a call. Wouldn't be too bad if I didn't get a call every 8 seconds on average. And I basically say 'hello' before someone blasts noise called "their voice" through my headphone and gushing about Metaton. That would be great if I was Mettaton, because then I wouldn't work as a vendor, and I'd hear people brag about me, to me. But I'm just Richard, the guy called Burgerpants whose mind you're invading right now. Anyway, I guess the shift is alright...better than putting sequins on burgers...which is our top item...even though it's literally dangerous...because Mettaton gave it a seal of…"FABU-FUL APPROVAL!". I've tried it. It tastes like a hamburger with rocks in it. That was a seriously unpleasant moment. So, back to the matter on hand...I don't know. I guess I get to hear other people's conceptions about my idol? That's fantastical and all, but whatever. I'm off in 13 minutes...no more calls, no more calls…...huh, guess I lucked out.

….no irony? Ok.

So, from me to you, there's this dude just beyond Snowdin that really kinda creeps me out. He—*Ring*...jinxed it.

Chapter , POV OTP Sans.

Sans was not feeling good once he woke up, for two reasons. Firstly, he never feels good after a time nightmare, which tracks his mind in a preset timeline, and he gets to experience that timeline...fun, especially when everyone is dead, right? Secondly, his body aches from being in one position for too long...which is strange, because as he was once told by Papyrus, he spazzes out, apparently. Of course, he never told papyrus that the dreams were time nightmares (or that they seemed a bit illogical), and that's made clear as he tries to move, but seems to not be able to all too well. Toriel had him in a grip only death could break, an embrace of comforting as she had noticed quite clearly he was spazzing out in the kitchen earlier.

"Good...morning?" Sans asks quietly, in case she's asleep. She is, on her side on the bed, so he teleports onto the floor, picking himself up and checking to make sure he's alright. Yep, never better. He shakes his head a bit to try to start forgetting that nightmare, and goes downstairs, pulling out his mobile and calling Papyrus.

"Heya Bro. You awake now?"

"CAN'T TALK NOW BROTHER PLAYING TAG BYE!"

Sans closes his phone, comic (sans)lly (No I'm NOT sorry) frowning...still hurts. Anyhow, he has to think more about that human situation…

Chapter 6. V, POV FP Papyrus.

Well! I never imagined that this Asriel fellow was so energetic! She's trying to catch me and I have no idea why...well, I can think of many reasons one would want to spend time with the Great Papyrus (!), but this form of tag is...odd. Firing lasers and me launching bones sounds more like Snow War (sans never played fair), but much more extreme, and I never could be imagined the win conditions! The first to say I Surrender to Asriel seems oddly specific towards Asriel….hm.

*A fight later.*

I, the Great Papyrus, am the victor! Nyehehehe! The outcome was never really in doubt, now was it?

"Alright, I lost...so, what is it you'll do to me, hmmmm?" The Asriel fellow asks. I can almost sense a trick in those eyes...Sans has done this much too often. She's about to make a string of bad puns! NOOOOOO! I have to divert this travesty!

"I...ehhhhh….request you and I eat spaghetti inside and watch MTT! I will make the spaghetti! Because it's cold outside, and you are not the Great Papyrus! Therefore, you could catch a cold!" See? I've got it aaaall under control. Good thing my perfect knowledge of monster anatomy has aided me in persuading my guest into a warmer climate—

"What if your house is cold, too? If you live in Snowdin, surely your house must be cold, especially if it doesn't make you cold, right?"

Blast! Logic! I never considered my house may be cold...and then that's a higher chance of Ms. Asriel catching cold! Hmmmmm….

"I can stay warm, buuuuut…" She says in a trickery tone...what is she up to? I'll have to take my chances!

"What?"

"You have to sit right next to me... as close as possible. Your cold repellent would certainly work on me :3" That could just work! I, the Grrrrreat Papyrus, am naturally resistant to cold! And if I'm near someone weak to cold...that would balance it out! Aha! Problem solved.

"Absolutely! That's a great idea."

See? All worked out!

Chapter 6.«», POV FP Burgerpants.

"Good morning, and welcome to the MTT Super MegaFabulous Radio Station! I am your host for today, the Fabulous Radio Announcer of the Week! So, today we'll start with Mettaton's greatest song from his pop album, "Shimmer and Shine"! Enjoy!"

THAT. HURT. MY VOICE. I'm being honest here, it hurts my voice to be jovial and friendly to people I don't know. I think I could be less fake being happy and talking to Woshua. You know, guy who tells me to wash my hands if they were washed six minutes ago and literally haven't done anything since being washed. BECAUSE FUN. But he keeps the MTT as clear as can be, and I can't complain about that. Nice cream dude, yeah it's the same guy for sure, he's coming over. He's a bit too chatty.

"Hey, Mettaton wants us backstage before we open."

"Alllllright. Be back there soon."

I take off my headphones and get up, stretching...it's kinda cramped in here when I sit, now that I think about it...well, let's see what the boss wants. Off backstage I go, and can't help but notice that no one is here. Huh, guess I thought Nice Cream dude was wrong about it not being open (he gets here late most days), but what's weird is that we're supposed to be open by now...guess that's what boss wants to say? Once backstage, I just sit and wait. What else can I do sitting on a bucket? Smoke a cigarette? They're useless and just keep my mouth occupied with something (and Woshua hates the smoke. Just it existing.). I remember our teacher once said that human cigarettes are toxic. I wonder if they put sequins inside them.

Chapter 6.«»/(), POV TP Richard.

Mettaton enters backstage, waving hello, his employees waving back.

"Morning, darlings! I've got to open up, so I'll make this quick." So that's it. Delayed opening for this meeting. Makes sense to Richard.

"First of all, good job at being a host in the station, Richard. You sound a lot happier up there, it's almost like you being grumpy all the time was an act!" Mettaton laughs to himself, to Richard pretending to laugh too, as do the other two. Agreeing with Mettaton is usually the best thing to do, even though the other two employees know that him being perky is an act.

"Secondly, Woshua, I need you to help me with a few costumes, they seem to just look dull...maybe you could make them shine a bit more?" Woshua 'nods', and ignores the fact that he can't change colors.

"Lastly, we'll be open an hour later than normal and your shifts are thirty minutes longer." She motions to Woshua and Richard.

"To clean anything extra up…" He says to Woshua. "...and to tell me about me. From what came up on the station, of course ~" He says to Richard, implying as if needing to remind him to not compliment Mettaton from his own thoughts, but rather other's. That is a weird sentence for Richard to hear.

"Lastly, you…" He motions to the nice cream vendor, "...can stop doing Richard's job tomorrow, since I've got that extra help coming in.

"Sweet! Noted."

"Meeting dismissed."

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Chapter 6.3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169...POV OTP Sans.

"It's kinda dark down here, isn't it?" Sans asks Toriel, as they walk down the path which leads to a small bed of grass, a couple small dandelions and a daisy growing upon it, which Toriel stares upon, gazing softly upon the white lily of the duo, eyes shining a bit. A light from above shines on the small bed of grass, the surface above displaying its advantage in full ability to taunt the monsters below.

"I suppose so...but is this garden not beautiful?" Toriel inquires to him in response, bending down to her knees, observing the grass quietly. Sans rubs his chin in an attempt to wipe a bit of soreness from his cheeks, which aren't used to frowning...which he doesn't understand. If he can frown, then why isn't he used to it in this timeline?

"Yeah. Totally." He looks at the flowers, bewildered at her sudden shift to melancholy, until he thinks a bit more under the surface...humans have fallen down. In this timeline, how many got to Asgore…?

"Toriel? What are the flowers for?" Sans ventures cautiously, not fully knowing their purpose but having a good hint.

"Just...reminders." Her voice almost breaks on the word reminders, and out of a gentlemanly feel, Sans doesn't press for more.

"Sans...can you promise me something?" Oh no. He hates that sentence. Most promises ends with him dead, or everyone dead, or some dead. But never has it ended well, because usually, at least one dies...even one is enough to make a difference. That's one monster that never understands how much their family loves them at Christmas time or Monster Box day.

"Sure." He hopes the uncertainty in his voice doesn't show.

"If a child falls down, would you please take care of them? I don't know if I'll always be around to protect them…" Child. A bit of a difference, but not unseen.

"I promise, Toriel. They'll be safe under my watch. Unless they're allergic to bad jokes, in which they certainly wouldn't find it punny."

Toriel allows herself a small smile, looking to Sans, sitting with her legs folded, her eyes hiding a deeper meaning of somber stories unfold to others and of tales not to be regaled around a fire, reserved for her and her alone, to which Sans sees through quite easily. He knows the look too well from mirrors.

"Would you mind..staying here a bit? With me?" She asks quietly, making a small motion towards herself. Sans, out of not only his feelings but his sympathy, sits by her, until she opens her arms out a fair bit and embraced him in s hug, rubbing his neck softly, as to which he rubs her back softly. She knows too, of tales told only to those who dare not listen, the sorts of which she now knows Sans has too.

(I could probably do more crossovers. I dunno, suggest or something if you want to, and we can discuss .P anyways. Hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the wait, getting stuck on where to go with Papyrus and Burgerpants –_• I kinda got stuck a bit on Soriel too. Anyway, bye ;P)