Hide and Seek

Papyrus meekly scooted beside Undyne.

"UNDYNE! PSST!" he whispered loudly.

"What?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

"ALPHYS... LIED." he confessed.

Eyes widening, the fish-lady sputtered, "W-What do you mean?"

Papyrus folded his hands over each other. "I DID SOME DIGGING... AND... THERE'S ACTUALLY MORE THAN ONE TYPE OF SPAGHETTI. THE GROUP CENTERED AROUND SPAGHETTI IS CALLED PASTA."

"WHAT?!" She stood up in rage. "How could Alphys not tell me about this? She knew I was interested in fine culinary art!" Her expression softened, her eyes watering a bit. She didn't admit that though. "Did... Did she not want me to cook spaghetti?"

"ACTUALLY, THE MORE CORRECT TERM IS PASTA, BUT... I KNOW RIGHT? HOW COULD SHE HIDE THIS VAST AMOUNT OF KNOWLEDGE TO SPAGHE—I MEAN, "PASTA"-LOVERS?" Papyrus said, still skeptical about pasta.

Sitting back down, Undyne inquired of these other spaghetti types.

"Okay, real talk. What did you see about the other pasta?"

"THERE'S CURLY ONES. SHORT ONES. THICK ONES. ONES THAT LOOK LIKE SMALL TUBES..." Papyrus informed, "THERE'S ALSO... OTHER RECIPES FOR SPAGHETTI SAUCE."

Undyne giggled, before grunting to sound manly. "Oh, do tell."

"i dont think this picture is photoshopped." Sans noted, holding it up. His eyes squinted at the photo. "oh, wait, this is just a crude crayon drawing gaster made when he was probably six. i mean, look at all the squiggles. gaster, you just drew yourself bigger than the others. and that man is just a circle with lines. no creativity at all."

He flicked the photo out of his bony fingers.

"welp, thats all the things i could do in this place. i'm bored." Sans said. "has anyone died yet?" He smacked his lips. "nah. everyone's a beast at hide and seek. it's just not possible."

The picture fluttered down onto the rest of the photos.

The skeleton sat up and looked at the mess he made. Throughout all the pictures, there was an outline that wrote "BRING ME BACK". Sans blinked.

"i think... ive been alone too long. i know a week would turn people mad. so i'll just..."

The skeleton punted the mess of papers as it flew into the air, and landed back on the floor. Now, the outline on the papers spelled "LOVE, GASTER". Sans squinted at the mess of papers.

"alright, oh holy universe. i see what you're piecing together. and i dont like it. not one bit." Sans picked up the papers and threw it back into the air.

It all fluttered down and the outline spelled "PS NO PRESSURE RIGHT".

Sans did it again.

It wrote "OKAY STOP DOING THAT".

And then after another bout, "GET TO WORK".

Sans snorted. "yeah. i'll do it. i'll work to get you back. quick question. how are you dead? arent skeletons already dead? wait i think i answered my question with previous experience. right, skeletons can die, thats confirmed. now how do i get you back... bone?"

He threw the papers and it said "THAT PUN WAS TERRIBLE".

"well, its not as terrible as your state." Sans retorted.

A throw of papers, "TOUCHÉ SMARTASS".

Sans got up and stretched his bones. "i'll help you get your skeleton back. but only if you get me an updogg."

He kicked the papers, "WHATS UPDOGG".

Sans laughed uncontrollably. The fact that a dead person just told him that was priceless and an experience to be treasured. After a while of regaining his composure, Sans wiped a tear out of his eye.

"you walked into that one." he said. "i'm not gonna let you respond to keep you looking like an idiot." He looked away but came back to the mess. "ya know what? i bet your response will be priceless, i wanna see."

He waved the papers around, and it wrote "NOOO".

Sans held his nonexistent nose high. "just the quality reaction i was expecting." he remarked.

"Day four. Which means three days have passed for any retards listening. No sign of anything. I don't know why I slept on those bed of flowers for three nights, hoping that Flowey would come. But, uh, I'm obviously an idiot for thinking that would work. Sleeping does not equal reset, duh." Chara told herself. "I mean, come on, if Flowey's not coming, then he's not coming. I'll just let him hide in his hidey hole all he wants. Coward."

Chara walked down the aisle towards Toriel's home. They spotted a ghost lying on the ground, blocking her passage. Looking around, they checked to see if it was real. They pinched themselves on the arm, confirming that they were, in fact, in reality.

They walked towards to the ghost.

"Ey, Napstablook." Chara said. "Where're all the monsters at?"

"Oh, they're playing hide-and-seek with a human." Napstablook informed. "Oh, you're a human. Wait a moment..."

Napstablook faded out of their sight.

Chara looked around. They flopped their arms.

The human grunted.

"A game of hide and seek? Who's flipping idea was that? I know every corner of this game." Chara said conceitedly. They sighed, "And yet, I can't find anything but a ghost."

Chara's anger boiled. They couldn't take this shit. They were on attempt one-hundred-and-who-gives-a-shit on their no-mercy speedrun, and then the monsters pull this off. Hide and seek.

"A GHOST." they repeated, louder this time. "A... GHOST. I found a fricking GHOST at HIDE AND SEEK. WHERE'S THE LOGIC IN THAT. I MEAN—I JUST—I CAN'T... shit, theRE'S NO LOGIC... ARGHHH!"

A/N: Because people wanted more. And I had another hour to spare. I made this. I hope you like it.