#tryingmymost

[comic-sans-mc]

(tryingmymost here) Papyrus went about his business in the kitchen, which consisted of almost burning down the house from his failed attempts at making spaghetti. But if Pap had learned anything from Frisk, it was to stay determined no matter what.

“Hey, bro, is that you?” Sans, in a most lenient state, walked into the kitchen. Aiming his direction to the stove (and then Papyrus), the skeleton looked less than shocked. “Wowie there is a huge mess in here. How’d you get those noodles up on the ceiling? That’s practically impastable.”

[comic-sans-mc]

Frisk trotted up to Sans lightly tugged on his sleeve, an excited smile on their face. "Hey Sans! Wanna come with me to try another one of Papyrus' puzzles? He seemed pretty excited about this one."

Sans thought to himself Papyrus is always excited about his puzzles.

The skeleton tapped the kid’s head and started to head along with where they led him.

“Sure, whatever, kid. I bet you’ll figure it out quick, though.” He smiled lazily at them.