Sans was in a happy mood.

He had a crush on the robot for a bit now, and was rather happy that he asked him out. Of course, Sans had multiple crushes on multiple people, like everyone did, but Mettaton was the main crush he liked. Their personalities were so opposite, but opposites did attract, after all.

The date had went very well, in Sans opinion. Mettaton had taken him to his resort, which he had ordered cleared out for the night. There was a special band ordered, which played classical music for them. Mettaton had set up a table with a candle in the middle, two plates with normal shaped steaks on them. Sans had a good time.

Even though everything went horribly.

The instruments had suddenly stopped moving completely, the steaks were very undercooked, and the chandelier on the ceiling had almost smashed Mettaton. Then, to top it all off, there was a pipe leakage that flooded the whole bottom floor and sent Mettaton into a weird, dysfunctional state for a few moments. But, they both laughed it off and decided to go on a walk instead.

And oddly, Papyrus was in a good mood too.

"Hello, Sans!" Papyrus greeted Sans as he walked down the stairs.

"'Aya, Paps," Sans greeted, sitting down on the couch, "Looks like we're both in a good mood this morning."

"Seems so," Papyrus said, smiling at Sans, "How was your date?"

"Pretty good, even though things went downhill, we both had a fun time. What made you so happy?" Sans asked his brother.

"Just took out some trash after having a nice chat last night," Papyrus said, holding up a plate of eggs, "And I made you something new for breakfast!"

"Thanks Papyrus."

Sans sat down and started eating breakfast with him. While Sans was thinking about his date last night, Papyrus was thinking about a very different interaction he had with the same male last night.

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"Bye, sweetheart!" Mettaton said, kissing Sans' skull.

"See ya tomorrow," Sans said, blushing at the kiss.

Papyrus was observing them from a distance, an annoyed scowl on his face.

How dare Mettaton touch his Sans.

Sans was too perfect for that stupid, self centered guy.

'Don't worry Sans, I'll save you from him.' Papyrus whispered inside of his mind.

He followed Mettaton a good distance away from his house, making sure no one was around when he approached his enemy.

"Ah, Papyrus, I just had a lovely date with your brother," Mettaton said when Papyrus drew closer, "I'm actually on my way back from it."

"Yes, Sans was very excited about it," Papyrus said, "That's the problem."

"What do you mean?" Mettaton asked, "You know me very well, Papyrus, you know I wouldn't want to hurt Sans."

Papyrus' face was covered by a shadow as he stuck out a arm into the air, a blue bone summoning within his hand. And when he looked up, a grin of insanity was spreading across his skull, making the poor robot freeze in his tracks as he looked at it.

Why was Papyrus acting so... Different?

"I do know you, but you don't know me. And I am very much for suited for Sans."

"You mean... Like incest?" Mettaton questioned him, "Like, you like your own brother?"

"Like is an understatement," Papyrus said, "I love him way more than you could ever even like him! I gave you a chance to drop the date, and I even tried to ruin it, but you are so persistent!"

"You did that? The flooding?" Mettaton asked, "Why?"

Suddenly, a wave of bones struck the robot, sending him flying backwards onto the snow, dropping his H.P significantly. He glanced upwards at Papyrus' stats, trembling in fear as he read the level of violence.

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"I decided to go and get myself some more power by killing some monsters with no families, so I can protect my precious Sans from disgusting creatures like you," Papyrus said, walking up to Mettaton, "But that's besides the point."

The male trembled as Papyrus approached, crying out in fear as he grabbed his chin and pulled it upwards.

"Mettaton, you're a famous star. You could've had any monster in the underground," Papyrus said, lifting the bone into the air, "Except for my brother."

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~

Papyrus was once again pleased with himself. After he had caused Mettaton to explode, he buried the remains inside of a snow puff nearby. He then made sure to go home and make sure Sans had fallen asleep on time, wanting him to get a good amount of sleep for the news he was soon about to receive in the morning about his deceased boyfriend.

The doorbell rang, along with shouts from Undyne and Alphys, saying that had urgent news Sans needed to know.

Speak of the devil, the news was here.

Papyrus acted worried as the two of them rushed to the door, flinging it open. On the other side stood Alphys, Undyne, and Frisk, who all were sadly looking at Sans.

"What's up so early in the morning, guys?" Sans asked.

"S-Sans... It's a-about Mettaton..." Alphys trailed off.

"Did you see where the punk went after your date?" Undyne asked him, but her tone was soft.

"No, he just left back to the lab. Why?" Sans asked.

"He hasn't r-returned since then, a-and t-the tracker I put in his system was d-destroyed," Alphys explained.

Papyrus frowned. He didn't know that Alphys had put a tracker on Mettaton. That would've been bad if Mettaton hadn't self destructed.

"What... What does that mean?" Sans asked, worry flooding in his voice.

"Sans, Mettaton was destroyed last night," Frisk explained sadly, "He was killed."