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"HMMM," Papyrus stroked his chin as he gazed over his charcoal shaded pasta. "I AM NOT SURE WHAT IT IS, BUT SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY WRONG HERE... AHA!" His brow furled. "I FORGOT TO OBTAIN TOMATO SAUCE... WELL, THIS WILL HAVE TO DO!" He reached over for Sans' ketchup bottle and emptied its contents into the black mess of noodles. "NOW FOR THE FINAL PAPYRUS TOUCH... A DASH OF PAPRIKA!" He ran in place as he shook the paprika bottle over his spaghetti dish, unaware of what 'dash' meant in the context of cooking.
"PERFECT. NOW TO GET SANS HERE TO TRY IT OUT. I AM SURE JUST AS BEFORE HE WILL HAVE TROUBLE CONTAINING HIS JOY... I SHOULD PREPARE THE MOP JUST IN CASE HE LEAKS AGAIN." Papyrus chuckled to himself, marveling at his work. "SANS IS SO LUCKY TO HAVE ME, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, AS HIS BROTHER. I SUPPOSE I WILL SHOUT FOR HIM."
Papyrus took a deep breath and shouted, "SANS!"
With his exclamation, he heard an explosion in the living room. Papyrus rushed out of the kitchen and spotted Sans laying on the couch, dirty with debris and with a whirling expression in his eye sockets. There was now a giant hole in the wall where the TV had been. Then, Papyrus noticed the saddest portion of the scene. He ran over and kneeled above the remains of his CRT television.
"NOOO! HOW WILL I WATCH MY MTT SHOWS NOW?"
His cries were interrupted as he heard a woman's voice coughing from inside the hole in his living room wall. Papyrus looked and tried to identify the source, but dust and small debris from the explosion obscured his vision. Yet, he was able to make out a silhouette. A very familiar looking silhouette. The kind he practiced in front of a mirror for the day he ever met a human.
"SANS, THAT IS A RATHER... PAPYRUS-Y SILHOUETTE-"
At that, the mysterious figure threw their hand up and laughed into the back of it. "Nyoh hoh hoh! I see my reputation proceeds me." Suddenly, Papyrus could see their scarf fluttering in the wind, though there wasn't any. "I also see that I am in an unknown location! No matter, for I, The Great Papyrus, am always prepared for danger! I see a couple of monsters, nyoh hoh hoh... couldn't wait to meet me so you elected to summon me? I do not blame you. I am quite the popular woman. I never wonder what it is like to have friends. Well then, monsters! I will give you the fight you want! Once I have defeated you, I will bring you back home and present you to the royal guard for kidnapping me... I hope you are ready!"
A green soul popped out from their chest, causing the dust to swirl around it and finally settle. In front of the bone brothers was a girl not much shorter than Papyrus. Her skin was a light tanned color, offset by her short, white hair and blue eyes. She wore a giant, red bow and matching red scarf. She wore a shirt that showcased her midriff and flat abs, with a pair of blue daisy dukes, and brown boots. She raised up a hand, wearing fingerless red gloves, and pointed to the brothers. "I will warn you... I've never been bested in a fight! And I never will!"
"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT MY NAME, TOO, IS PAPYRUS. AND I, TOO, HAVE NEVER BEEN BESTED!"
"Touche, then we shall have to settle this!" The human Papyrus raised her pointed finger to the ceiling. "Please drop a 'funky' beat!" Then she began to shake her shoulders up and down in an alternating pattern as she snapped her fingers. As the human continued to shake her shoulders, music could be heard. Papyrus looked around and could not find its source. When he turned his attention back to the human, she had begun to shake her hips and dance in tiny steps.
"WHAT MANNER OF ATTACK IS THIS?"
"Behold, this is my fabled special attack!" She danced around Papyrus. His pale monster soul popped out and became blue. "That's my attack!"
"INTERESTING! ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU MY OWN ATTACK!" Papyrus tried to shoot out bones, but only a few of them appeared.
"Nyoh hoh hoh, I see you don't understand!" She swung her arms in the air as she dodged the bones that did manifest expertly. "You must attack me to the rhythm of the beat!"
"GASP! THEN TRY THIS!" He attacked her and tried to match the bone appearances to the music.
It was at this point that Sans began to stir. He put his hand to his head, as if to steady his vision. He saw Papyrus facing off against... a cosplayer? A human cosplayer? Were they dancing? What?
At some point, Papyrus began to tap his feet to the music, and with that the human Papyrus smirked. Eventually, he stopped attaching and danced with her. He mirrored her exactly after a few moments.
"OH NO, THIS RHYTHM... IT'S CONTAGIOUS!!!"
At the end of the song, they both dabbed. They were covered in sweat and breathing hard. They looked at each other.
"OH MY GOD!" They shouted in unison. "YOU MUST BE... MY CLONE!!!"
"..." Sans looked from one Papyrus to the other. What had he done?