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Author Note: Since the skeletons are monsters and not necessarily the "skeletons" we humans know, some liberties have been taken. Also because they have to reproduce somehow. But that's for a later chapter.

"Speech"

'Inner most thoughts'

/Introduction - Darn Dog/

Sans almost felt like he was pacing nervously as he went in and out of his room, remembering he had to grab "this" or "that" before he could begin to tackle his current fear. When the clutter was fancied up by scented candles, petals from a fake rose, sprinkles, a fur rug, an assortment of citrus fruit... he finally was able to realize how much more cluttered he was making is room, and how it was not helping.

'alright, that was probably my epiphany. no more running or pacing away,' deep breath, 'this isn't even the real deal, this isn't even the real deal..' Sort of convinced he couldn't get rejected as things were, he turned on the romantic music to help the words along.

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It was a terrible day with heavy clouds threatening to shoot frozen water down onto Snowdin. The day was going great, however, for a happy skeleton; until he tested his puzzle out. It had been his pride and joy for the last two days. Now it was a swinging mess. The dog attached to the puzzle (which he called THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!) had gotten too excited when he gave the word needed for his creation to activate. Since dangerous items like spikes, blades, canons (and that darn dog) were all just dangling in the air (above an area a human would certainly cross one day), the small creature didn't even have to try hard to mess things up. It just did.

"WOW! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM MILDLY IMPRESSED BY HOW DEDICATED THAT DOG IS TO THE DESTRUCTION OF SUCH A WELL-BUILT PUZZLE! IT MUST HAVE TAKEN A GREAT DEAL OF EFFORT TO DISMANTLE IT!" His sweat poured down to his forced smile. Everything would be okay for someone who worked so hard, but the third destruction of the same structure in one day felt a bit excessive even for him. Papyrus would normally spend a few more hours perfecting his work. That was changed for the day now.

The cool breeze of Snowdin helped him regain his cool in no time. When he'd reached his house, he was back to being a happy skeleton. Still, his day had been changed, so he didn't head back out. Instead, he opened the door in time to hear a saxophone solo of Careless Whisper roar on.

"to be, uhh, frank -whoever that guy is- i don't have a pun today. but this is as important.."

There was a long silence. The voice of his brother was coming from Sans's room, but Papyrus could hear clearly, and even sense the nervousness that filled that terrifyingly messy room. Since it was important (and uncharacteristic), he didn't interrupt.

"i want to take this to the next level."

'Level? But that would require LOVE,' Papyrus gulped. Level Of Violence.

"i want to show you love..?"

As Sans slapped his hand over his face for bringing such a lame way of asking someone out into existence, Papyrus ran outside. The light slam of the door went unheard under the sleazy saxophone.

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End Note: Size isn't everything when it comes to chapters ; ) So here's the little intro. I hope you like it; I hope that you didn't click on this fanfiction knowing you wouldn't like it; I hope I can get some more of this done.

I will stay

DETERMINED. To finish this.