Chapter 1

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No one's POV

"You're not doing it right!"

"I'm doing it exactly as you told me!"

Sans was teaching Frisk how to use her wings - or at least was trying to. But it wasn't really going well. Frisk had been begging Sans to teach her how to fly for the past 10 years, and he finally agreed to teach her.

She thought it would be easier.

She was wrong.

"Saaaaans!" Frisk complained, flapping her wings hard and still not rising, "Why isn't it working?"

Sans had to come over and adjust her wings and posture a bit. Then he flapped his own large wings as to demonstrate. "Like this" Sans encouraged every time he tried to show her, (Which, in the at least 30 times he's tried) but she just couldn't fly. End of that.

"FRISK! SANS! I, THE GREAT (rolling his R's) PAPYRUS, HAS LOVINGLY PREPARED DINNER FOR US! COME INSIDE AND EAT!" Papyrus's skull was poking out from behind the front door as he yelled at them.

Frisk and Sans went inside after Papyrus. Surprisingly, there wasn't spaghetti on the table. Instead, there were tacos filled more than they should with cheese and... uh, mayo?

"No spaghetti?" Frisk asked, sounding a little disappointed. Papyrus's spaghetti was pretty good, as a matter of fact. "Guess the idea of making it PASTA way then, huh?" Sans went on ahead and took the opportunity for a pun.

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled. It was loud. Try playing any sort of audio with the sound nearly all the way up. Papyrus. Hates. Puns.

"What? Too PUNNY for you? Or is your FUNNY BONE broken?" Sans punned.

"NYEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!" Now try playing audio with the sound all the way up. Actually, I'm over exaggerating. And don't listen to anything with the sound all the way up.  That's sure to knock you into next week with your ears bleeding.

"Also, bro, why is there mayo in these tacos?" Sans couldn't help but to ask.

"I DECIDED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW!" Papyrus announced proudly.

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