man, it doesn't show signs of stopping

[trombones]

[Despite the namesake, Snowdin never snowed in. Actually, their inexplicable snowfall was mild to moderate most of the time. So it was rare to see the kind of heavy fall Sans stepped out to find. And definitely rarer when he woke up from yet another random napping spot (like cold bothers skeletons) surrounded by a deep snow wall. Like, four feet of it.

Come to think of it... where was he again?

Blinking himself awake, the skeleton groggily stands up and brushes the snow off his feet and legs. The only reason he wasn't buried in it himself was because he happened to be under a tree. So. Boy. He'd teleport out of here if he could see or remember where the heck he was, but uh.

Huh.

He cups a hand to his mouth.]

marco?

[You hear a faint "HUHUHUHUH" in the distance.]

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i am passionate

[trombones]

[... Oh my god.

Sans almost wishes he could see right now because he'd love to see the tears he can practically hear coming out of his brother right now. He grins just a little wider (not that Papyrus could see).]

no way. you're actually laughing.

[Like, not that it's not unusual, but to get Papyrus to laugh as hard as he was at his shenanigans??? Holy crap, that's a miracle in itself.

A bony hand pops out of the snow to practically punch snow out of one eyesocket. Then the other hand comes out with his cell phone. Which basically means he's taking a picture of Papyrus taking a picture and also laughing??]

dont die for your cause

[boneafide]

[And now it's just a series of pictures, some with Sans looking stupid and full of snow, and now pictures of Sans with his own phone, taking pictures of Papyrus. He's totally going to have these all printed and put on the wall.]

HERE, LOOK, LOOK!!

[And he shows off the photos, still giggling but simmering down a little.]

ALRIGHT, YOU BIG GOOFBALL. LET'S GO HOME.

[trombones]

[Now Sans is laughing. Muffled, but still laughing. He pops the last of the snow out of his other eye to get a better look at Papyrus' phone, which just makes him laugh even more.]

oh man. i gotta do that more often!

[Here, he'll show Papyrus his own pictures too!! Eventually he settles down along with his brother, save for the occasional "heheh".]

pfff, you're not bad either. if we had noses you'd be snotting right now, bro.

and ok, but i'm gonna need a ride. besides, i gotta show ya something.

[boneafide]

I WOULD NOT! THAT'S DISGUSTING!!

[ He would be though. Still, he picks up Sans anyway, piggyback style. ]

WHAT IS IT?

i used this for another thread too but idc it's funny

[trombones]

snot a big deal, bro. you don't even have a nose.

[It takes a second to break out of the snow, especially when it was nearly as tall as he was. Papyrus giving him a lift helps, though. He shakes some snow off on the taller skeleton, but don't worry about it.

Anyway!! Sans reaches into his pocket and pulls out a torn piece of paper. He got it off a cooking magazine he found waterlogged in the dump, hence why it was wrinkly, but we're also talking about Papyrus' slime-emitting brother here. Still. Sans unfolds the page and hands it to him over his shoulder.

It's a recipe about spaghetti ice cream.]

sweet, right?

[Or gross. This could go either way. But it's literally just ice cream.]

[boneafide]

...?

[Papyrus looks over the paper, shifting his hold a little as he feels his Sans crawling on his back. And then he sees it. SPAGHETTI ICE CREAM.]

SANS, WHAT IS THIS!!! THIS ISN'T ONE OF YOUR PRANKS, IS IT???

[trombones]

would i lie to you?

[I mean yes but that's another story.

His Sans leans over Papyrus' shoulder to point at the page number.]

i found it in the dump, see? it says you can use vanilla ice cream, strawberry sauce, white chocolate... the works.

I DID IT

[boneafide]

HMMMMM...

THIS IS TRULY A FASCINATING PEEK INTO HUMAN CULTURE!! TO INVENT A DISH, LIKE SPAGHETTI, AND THEN TO MAKE IT ONCE AGAIN, BUT OUT OF DIFFERENT INGREDIENTS, SO THAT IT IS LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE OF THE ORIGINAL? INSTEAD OF BEING WARM AND SAVORY, IT IS NOW COLD AND SWEET? DOES THIS MEAN THAT UP THERE, THERE ARE OPPOSITES OF EVERY FOOD? COLD DOGS? NOT-GREASY BURGERS??

[ Papyrus pounds his fist into his open hand. ]

I SHALL MAKE THIS... SPAGHETTIEIS!! I DO NOT WANT TO BE CAUGHT UNAWARES WHEN WE GO TO THE SURFACE BY THEIR UNUSUAL CUISINE CHOICES!!

[trombones]

i think that's called a veggie burger.

[Nice. Satisfied with a job well done, Sans uses the snow still packed in his jacket to make a tiny snowman on Papyrus' head.

How long it's got before it falls off: ???]

who knows? spaghetti's already basically your thing. maybe the nice cream guy could give ya a hand.