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No Bonezone for You

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Mettaton covered his face with both of his hands. Then he let out a straggled moan as Papyrus slowly removed his fingers from Mettaton's still throbbing heart port.

Sans flushed and looked away. His hand still had a firm grasp on the door, except now his palms were sweating profusely.

"I think it's time for you to say goodnight to each other." Sans spoke in a surprisingly steady voice.

His brother gave him a slacked jaw look. Sans looked down at the floor refusing to look at the couple on the bed.

Papyrus sat up on his knees and looked at Sans when he spoke, "Brother...I know my relationship with Mettaton might not make you very comfortable, but I think that you should try to give us a chance. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, am worried about you, Sans."

Sans was shocked that Papyrus caught on to him so fast. Rather then discuss this in front of Mettaton, Sans backed out of the room and shut the door behind him. He shuffled off to his own room swiftly locking the door.