"NYEH-HEH-HEH! Human, we got the perfect spaghetti!" he said fervently, wiping ketchup from his cheek, which he managed to smear during cooking. Warm light illuminated the kitchen of the skeleton brothers. The room is hot from boiling pots and pans. Cookies are still baking in the oven… This is another pleasant evening of cooking.

"Can you go wake up Sans? That lazy bag of bones must have fallen asleep on the couch again!" Papyrus asks, placing a plate of fresh spegeti on the table with a soft thud.

So it is. Sans was lying on the couch in the semi-darkness of the living room. Only the TV screen flickered, illuminating his face. His eyes were closed. But maybe he not quite didn't sleep. He was just giving you the opportunity to be a little creative to wake him up…