the silence, the terror, the pain, the horror as your mom comes downstairs

[trombones]

It wasn't unusual for Undyne to stay a night at the brothers' house, even before all that fire moved into her place. It also wasn't weird for Sans to be up at random hours of the night, usually to make himself something to eat. This is one of those nights.

A small, skeleton-shaped something shambles down the stairs in the dark. Then it makes its way across the room, into the kitchen, and turns on the light.

Ah, there he is.

That motherfucker.

Thankfully, they kept most of their food where Sans could reach it. Cue some more shuffling around between the fridge and cupboard as he throws bread, cheese, ham, turkey, peanut butter, a jar of pickles, marshmallows, strawberry jam, Temmie Flakes, and a bottle of ketchup onto the counter.

It begins.

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[trombones]

[Fruit Brute didn't expect any less from Deep Sea Crunch. He goes back to his own sandwich -- ham, cheese, strawberry jam, pickles... he might as well throw the marshmallows in for good measure. Oh, and Temmie Flakes. Definitely Temmie Flakes.

He looks up at her, expectly, as he throws on the ingredients without even looking.]

peanut butter and mayonnaise? seriously?

[justiceskewer]

Gross isn't it???

[She seemed to be pleased with the development. She was going to have Rice Krispies BEAT. She was just going to dump a whole bag of red hots on that concoction too. Let's not forget about the caramel corn too. Then actual canned corn.

Coco Donuts grinned wide.]

Is that admitting you're being BESTED at your game, punk???

[trombones]

[Sans makes a face like he would have quirked an eyebrow if he had one. Oh-hoh.

You're on, sister.]

are you kidding? i haven't even used my special attack.