The life of the skelebros

Spaghetti and Nightmares

"SANS! ARE YOU SLEEPING AGAIN?" Papyrus poked Sans in the head.

"no. 'm just layin' down. i told you i would, remember?" Sans said opening his eye sockets.

"IF YOU WERE LYING THERE THE WHOLE TIME THEN HOW DID YOU GET THAT BOTTLE? AND WHAT EVEN ARE YOU DOING WITH IT?"

"magiccc. 'm drinking it. grillby said it was ok."

"SANS, THAT'S NOT HOW MAGIC WORKS." Papyrus said flatly. "WHY ARE YOU DRINKING IT? IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO ON THE FOOD."

"i know but i like it this way."

"YOU ARE WEIRD. ANYWAY! GRILLBY IS MAKING THAT SPAGHETTI THINGY FOR DINNER SO GET UP!" Papyrus started tugging on Sans.

"ok 'm comin'"

Papyrus waited for Sans to get off the couch then headed over to the table, once again taking the same seats. Grillby came in carrying 3 plates of steaming hot spaghetti and set them all down on the table.

"It seems you guys have picked out your favorite seats here. I guess I'll keep sitting in this one too." Grillby said, sitting down in his seat.

"OH YOUR RIGHT!" Papyrus said. "SO DOES THAT MEAN THIS IS MY SPECIAL CHAIR NOW?"

"Sure if that's what you want then it can be all yours"

"COOL. HEY SANS, WE GET SPECIAL CHAIRS NOW! UM SANS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Sans had already picked up his fork and started eating the spaghetti as Grillby and Papyrus were talking. Now he had his bottle of ketchup out and was pouring what was left of it onto his noodles.

"i wanna try it." Sans said, barely glancing up at Papyrus before taking a bite.

Smiling, Sans started shoveling more forkfulls into his mouth. Grillby realized he was going to need to stock up on his ketchup, a lot of ketchup

"OH...WELL I'M GOING TO HAVE MINE WITHOUT A BUNCH OF KETCHUP!" Papyrus said and took his first bite. "OH! THIS IS GOOD! MUCH BETTER THAN THAT GREASY STUFF."

"I'm glad you like it." Grillby said

"I DO!" Papyrus said, eating another bite. "CAN YOU SHOW ME HOW TO MAKE THIS? THEN I CAN MAKE IT FOR EVERY MEAL!"

"Sure. It's not a hard dish to make but... every meal? Wouldn't you get tired of eating the same thing?" Grillby questioned, tilting his head

"OKAY... MAYBE NOT EVERY MEAL BUT DEFINITELY FOR MOST OF THEM. I DO STILL LIKE THOSE PANCAKES AND SYRUP AND THOSE WAFFLES YOU DESCRIBED SOUND GOOD TOO."

"There are many different types of food. I can make waffles tomorrow if you'd like?"

"YEAH! I'LL EAT WHATEVER YOU MAKE." Papyrus said with enthusiasm "AS LONG AS IT'S NOT GREASY. " He added, making a face.

"Ok tomorrow we can go to the store and get some different dishes for you guys to try.

"OK! WHAT'S A STORE?"

"Hmm. So, remember how I said that I run my restaurant to get gold?"

"YES."

"Well with that gold I earn I can then go to the store to buy different things. Most of what you see came from a store. The rest I either made myself or it was given to me by my friends."

"OH OK. THE STORE SEEMS VERY HELPFUL."

"Yes it is. Now let's eat before our food gets cold. Sans is going to be done before we even start at this rate."

"OH YEAH!"

The three of them ate their dinner and Papyrus asked for more when he finished his. Once everyone was done Grillby gathered their dishes and went over to clean them.