Tired

Lookalike

Sans was feeling quite lazy today, unlike Fresh, who seemed to never stay still. Sighing for the millionth time in this book, he grabbed Fresh's SOUL with blue magic and started to drag him out the bedroom door and down to the dining table. In other words, the couch.

"Oy ya supa radical skele-brah, I might have to swiggity switch up yo name because of this unfresh wack magic ya got on ma SOUL."

Sans just grunted and turned his head away from the 90's skele-dude. When he used blue magic on him, in other words, gravity magic, it looked pretty damn weird because of his unique SOUL placement.

He sank slowly into the lumpy green couch, plastering a more genuine smile on his face. The smell of hot spaghetti filled the already warm room, making it slightly hotter than what most people are comfortable with.
Of course, being skeletons, it just went right through them.

In other words, it didn't bother them at all.

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Papyrus plated the pasta with suprising precision. The two plates had an equal portion of steaming noodles and an equal amount of sauce scooped on top. A fresh basil leaf was placed at the top of the mound, with many more heaps of spagnetti to spare.

The perfect way to start the day!

He grabbed the over-filled plates with his gloved hands, and marched over in his usual jaunty fashion to the couch where Sans usually ate. Papyrus closed his eyes in delight, imagining the joy on his brother's fa-

Wait... Was that?...

"SANS! IS THAT ANOTHER SKELETON??!"

Sans lazily turned his head towards him and raised a bone-brow. Their pet rock, Sprinkles, was in his hand, for once wearing his fingerless gloves.

"Naw, I don't think so, bro. Isn't this a rock?" he asked, pointing to their colorful pet.

Papyrus started stomping his foot on the ground in annoyance, splattering some of the tomato sauce onto the murky green shag carpet floor.

"YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHAT I MEAN BROTHER! I SHALL GET ANOTHER PLATE OF MY HEAVENLY PASTA FOR OUR GUEST HERE!" he wagged his index phalange in the air while talking in his loud, boisterous voice.

He ran back to their kitchen after dropping one of the porcelain platss onto Sans's lap, and coming back seconds after, carrying a plate piled full of spaghetti, threatening to fall.

Placing it onto the newcomer's lap, Papyrus took the chance to carefully examine his face.

Most of his features were obscured by a pair of shades reading OH_YEAH and a bright red cap placed backwards on his head. He wore a hoodie not unlike the one Sans wore, apart from the fact that the neon colours hurt his eyesockets and no stains were visible. A cheesy grin was painted onto his face, and converses adorned his feet.

He looked a lot like Sans.