Undertale Short Story: Hot dogetti?

Hot Dogetti

   Papyrus was getting out all of the ingredients he needed to make his famous Royal spaghetti (Note: NOT famous Royal spaghetti). He opened a box of noodles and poured them into a pot of boiling water.

     *Time skip brought to you by: MTT Brand Spaghetti Sauce*

         
Papyrus grinned as he put spaghetti on  a plate. "WOWIE!" He cried. "IT LOOKS AMAZING!" He called Sans and Frisk into the kitchen. Frisk smelled the scent of the spaghetti and smiled. "It smells really good, Paps."  They said, giving a thumbs up. Papyrus laughed. "NYEH HEH HEH! OF COURSE IT DOES!" He put a fist to his chest. "I, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, WILL ALWAYS MAKE THE BEST SPAGHETTI!" He grabbed one of the plates of pasta and set one down for Frisk. Papyrus saw Sans and grinned. "SANS, I THINK YOU ACTUALLY DO NEED TO PUT KETHUP ON YOURS." Sans tilted his head and made a confused expression. "why, bro?" He asked. Papyrus shrugged his shoulders. "WELL, LET ME JUST SAY THAT I HAVE MADE YOU SOMETHING DIFFERENT." Papyrus replied, winking. Sans looked over at Frisk who shrugged their shoulders. Papyrus grabbed Sans' plate and walked over to where he sat. "HERE YOU ARE." Papyrus said, setting the plate down in front of Sans. Sans looked at his food wide-eyed. "uh, bro, it looks like a hot dog." Frisk looked over at Papyrus, who watched his brother's reaction of the odd-looking spaghetti. "THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS A HOT DOG!" Papyrus exclaimed. Sans grinned at the "hot dogetti" and began to eat. Papyrus cluched his fists and shut his eyes tight. "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LIKE IT..." he thought. Sans looked up at Papyrus, who looked nervous. "i love it, bro!" Papyrus' jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "Y-YOU LIKE IT???" He asked, getting excited. Sans nodded. Papyrus jumped for joy and scooped up Sans and spun him around. "WOWIE!!!" He cried. Sans laughed. "bro, i don't know how you did it, but you are a freakin' culinary genius." Sans said, while twirling noodles on his fork. Papyrus laughed. "NYEH??? A CULINARY GENIUS? SANS, I'M NOT THAT GOOD." Papyrus replied, shrugging. "uh, yeah you are." Sans said, crossing his arms, smiling. Papyrus laughed his signature laugh. "HOW IS YOUR SPAGHETTI, FRISK?" He asked, walking over to Frisk. "It's really good, Papyrus, as always." Frisk replied, giving a thumbs up. "NYEH HEH HEH HEH! I, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, HAS SUCCEEDED IN MAKING THE FINEST DINNER EVER MADE!" Papyrus exclaimed with pride.