Sans' POV

"Uh bro... Why are we here exactly?" I stuff my hands in my pockets. "DON'T YOU REMEMBER? WE'RE SUPPOSED TO ASK METTATON IF WE CAN GET A FREE RESERVATION FOR THE DATE! OR ATLEAST A CHEAPER ONE..." "What if she says no? Then all the plans would be ruined.." "NONSENSE, YOU'RE ASKING HER LATER BUT THE DATE IS ON FRIDAY! THAT MEANS WE CAN CHANGE UP THE PLANS ANY TIME!" "..." "SHE'S A NICE HUMAN, SHE WOULDN'T NOT ACCEPT!" "It's not... that..." "BROTHER, DO YOU NOT WANT TO DATE THE HUMAN?" "I—" "DO YOU NOT LIKE HER?" I do, alot.. but what if she doesn't? Most of—no, Every time I'm genuinely happy, something always happens that just ruins it. Resets, Genocides, anything can happen..

"I do.." I mutter. "SANS I CAN'T HEAR YOU." "I do like her." I make it more audible. "SANS, I DO NOT HAVE EARS. A LITTLE LOUDER?" "Alright, I like her! Are you happy now?" "I GUESS IT IS SATISFACTORY. NOW, TO METTATON'S OFFICE!" He tugs me over to the toaster's door.. ugh..

The door swings open. "METTATON, COULD I ASK YOU FOR A FAVOR?"

The chair turned, him sitting there with his Barbie legs crossed. "Hello, Papy darling! What can I help you with?" "SANS NEEDS A RESERVATION AT YOUR RESTAURANT FOR SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT!" "What does he need a reservation for? And Papy dear, we can't afford to give you a free reservation, we're short on funds and we don't have much customers.." "HE'S GOT A DATE!" The heat goes to my face.

"Hmm.. I guess I can arrange for it.. But it's gonna be expensive. There's a party I'm hosting on Friday, the restaurant's gonna be packed and it's gonna be big." "I thought you said you didn't have any custo—" The lying motherfucker.. "OH, I'M SURE IT WON'T BE THAT EXPENSIVE!" He scribbles a number down on a paper and shows it to Pap.

"OH."

"COULD WE COMPENSATE BY PERFORMANCE? IT IS A PARTY, RIGHT?" "What can he do that's worthy for a party this big? It's going to be for the whole Underground!" I can do a lot of things that involve punching your face into the wall. Several times.

"HE CAN SING." "Paps, uh.. not too far please?" "HE CAN SING WITH HIS DATE." Oh God.. Uh.. "Not infront of the whole Underground." I sweat a bit. "Then I'm sorry, but you can't get a reservation."

Papyrus stared down at me with those puppy eyes. "Pap, I can't." "SANS, COME ON!" "There is a 50% chance she'll say no." "PLEASE?" "... Fine." I cross my arms.

"So it's settled then. You two will put on a little performance for our guests and that'll pay for your date. And it'd better be fabulous. Well, I'm sure another monster would like to ask me for something, so toodaloo darlings~~~" He pushed us out of the office.

"Pap, you owe me one. Actually, no. You owe me a lot." "BROTHER, I HAVE DONE YOU A FAVOR! YOU TWO SOUND GREATEST TOGETHER, AND I, BEING THE GREAT PAPYRUS, KNOW THAT AS A MATTER OF FACT!" "And that proves further that you two were eavesdropping on us singing last week." I roll my irises.

"OH FORGET ABOUT THAT, YOU STILL HAVE TO ASK THE HUMAN IF SHE WILL SAY YES OR NOT!" He pat my back hard. Damn, son.

"Let's get back now, Frisk is probably with Y/n at home.." I sigh, grabbing his arm and teleporting to Snowdin.

Your POV
~•Timeskip to after eating at Grillby's instead of Ukelele lessons•~

We're walking to the skelebro's house. "So, you just got Grillby's cell? What about the lessons?" "Nah, I'll just call him and ask him for the lessons for the g—I mean person that needs 'em." There's something really suspicious about Frisk's behavior today. She didn't even let me hear Grillby's convesation with her. And I have a strong belief that they're planning something and my trait being Faith, I'm bound to be right. What if Frisk told them about my nightmare or dream and they're gonna try and help me and give me the best last week? I specifically told her not to tell the others, especially not Sans, because that would really crush my soul if he knew I was gonna die in 6 days. I need to get to the bottom of this...

"Frisk, did you tell the others about my dream while I wasn't listening so you could make the most of my last week?" "What? No! I wouldn't do that." "Then what are you planning with the other monsters?" "Nothing!" "Frisk, you're really bad at lying to me." "..." She sighs.

We get to their house, I open the door and walk inside with Frisk.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. It's a surprise. And you know how much I hate spoiling surprises." "I guess that's fair enough. But promise me to keep my dream a secret." "I promise." She nods, crossing her chest with a finger. "Good." I lie on the couch, book in hand.

The two teleport in. "Heya." "Where did you two go?" "Nowhere important." "VERY CORRECT, SANS! NOWHERE IMPORTANT OR OF INTEREST TO YOU!" Pap, if you weren't such a cinnamon roll I would have questioned you like a detective to a suspect.

"... Riiight." I squint at the two.

My phone buzzes, so does Frisk's, Papyrus' and Sans' phones. I open it, there's a message from Alphys. 'Kareoke and Party at 5 PM, please come!' I look at the time. 4:42 PM. Well damn Alphys, you sure do know how to send invitations to people really far away from your place. I didn't even see a Kareoke machine at the lab, so this might be a trick just to get me to go there. All their faces light up at the message except one. Why is Sans sad about Kareoke? He has a great voice.

"Well we better get moving then, we need to get to Waterfall and teleport from there if we wanna get there early." "Sis, I saw a riverperson at the dock! Maybe we can ride there by boat!" Frisk tugs my sleeve. "Do we have to go?" Sans sounds like a child.

"If we don't, Alphys is gonna bomb us with text messages." "C'mon, Dunkle—uh.. I mean Sans! It'll be fun!" Dunkle? Drunk uncle? Dad uncle? What?!!

"Ok, who votes to go?" "I!" Frisk, Pap and I say. "BROTHER, IT WOULD BE NICE IF WE WENT TO A PARTY FOR ONCE! AND ALPHYS WAS NICE ENOUGH TO INVITE US, SO IT WOULD BE RUDE OF US NOT TO COME!" "... okay but I'm not gonna sing." I grunt. "But the point of going there is to sing. Come on, you're not a bad singer." "Not infront of them.." "Pleaaaase?" I don't know if I am, but I think I'm doing the puppy eyes. "THEY'RE—NO, WE'RE ALL FRIENDS HERE, SANS! NO ONE WILL JUDGE YOUR SINGING! AND IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE GONNA BE FORCED TO SING A LOT OF SONGS, IT'S JUST KAREOKE."

"And it's a party too, so the main thing might not even be Kareoke." I add.

He sighs. "Where did you see that river person again?" "Wooo! Let's gooo!!!" I fist pump, running out the door, leaving the book behind. Frisk and the other two follow. "W-Wait, Frisk you're the one who saw the dock, right? Then you should be the one to lead us.

"Oh.. Heheh yeah! Okay follow me!" She ran past me, slowing down a bit at an intersection then turning right. We followed her to a small dock with a riverperson on a boat.

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Word count: 1284

Kareoke + Party + Alphys = Mischief

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