Fran: Hey guys
Papyrus: WHAT IS IT, HUMAN?
Fran: First of all, please don't call me human cuz I am NOT a human, second, how would you guys like to make even better spaghetti?
Undyne: That would be awesome, kid!!!
Papyrus: OF COURSE, HU-I MEAN NON-HUMAN!
Fran: Just call me Fran. It's so uncomfortable being called human or nonhuman.
Undyne: First let's get the ingredients! *punches a hole in the cabinet*
Fran: I'll handle the ingredients. Wait for me, I'll be right back.
A few minutes later...
Fran: I'm back!
Undyne: About time, punk!
Papyrus: FRAN, WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN RED STUFF?
Fran: *is covered in blood* This? Oh it got a little messy when I grabbed the sauce.
Undyne: Okay. Let's GET COOKING THEN
*Spear of Justice intensifies*
Fran: HELL YEA
Undyne: *takes the "sauce" from Fran* *dumps it in the pan*
Fran: *dumps the "pasta" in the pan*
Undyne: NOW STIR THIS BAD BOY PAPYRUS
Papyrus: *starts stirring it*
Undyne: STIR HARDER
Papyrus: *stirs harder*
Undyne: HARDER PAPYRUS
Papyrus: I'M STIRRING AS HARD AS I CAAANNN
Undyne: STIR HARDERRR
Papyrus: NYEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH *spoon breaks*
Undyne: HELL YEAH COOK THAT
Fran: lemme handle this. *grabs the pan* *takes a deep breath* *BREATHES FIRE AT THE BOTTOM*
*Undyne and Pap are staring like wtf*
Undyne: So that's why she says she isn't human...
Fran: *serves the "spaghetti"*
*Undyne and Pap start eating*
Undyne: ...
Pap: ...
Fran: *is eating it and loving it*
Pap: *insert a very disgusted face here*
Undyne: *insert a super grossed out face here*
Papyrus: FRAN...WHAT IS THIS SPAGHETTI MADE OF...?
Fran: *stops eating*
Fran: (*thinks* I was hoping they weren't gonna ask that...)
Fran: It's perfectly ordinary spaghetti.
Undyne: Unless this is how humans like spaghetti, I'd say something's wrong with it...
Fran: *starts sweating nervously*
Papyrus: FRAN, PLEASE TELL US THE TRUTH. WHAT IS THIS SPAGHETTI MADE OF.
Fran: Okay fine. Ripped the pasta out from a random person and used the blood for sauce.
Undyne: *insert a half scared half disgusted face here*
Papyrus: *insert a "FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT" face here*
Fran: *keeps eating to avoid awkwardness*
*Undyne and Papyrus are gone in a flash*
Fran: Man I gotta stop telling them what the food is made of.
