Sans had just finished arranging his furniture and placing the multiple boxes in the proper rooms to be unpacked later. He sighed in relief and rolled his shoulders causing them to pop. He’d just moved into his new house, and was happy to be done with moving all his things into it. The skeleton stretched before flopping onto the couch with a quiet groan. He shut his eyes and relaxed, getting ready to take a well-deserved nap when the doorbell rang. Sans opened his eyes and sat up blinking before he sighed and stood.

‘Must be one of the movers.’ He thought as he walked to the front door. He opened it up and was greeted with a tall skeleton, wearing a long sweater, skinny jeans and a red scarf. The taller skeleton grinned at him brightly and held up the freshly baked pie that he was holding.

“Good afternoon! I am Papyrus! I live next door, I came to welcome you to the neighborhood, I hope you like pie.” He said. Sans blinked and took the pie, with a small smile.

“Heh, thanks. That’s really kind of you. It looks good, smells really great too. I’m Sans. It’s nice to meet you, Papyrus.” Sans said.

“I’m glad that you think so! And its great to meet you as well, Sans! I really hope you love it here.” Papyrus chirped, smiling at the shorter skeleton. Sans chuckled lightly, the other skeleton was rather adorable.

“Heh, I’m sure I will. As long as the other neighbors are as welcoming as you, I don’t see a reason not too.” He said.

“I’m sure they will be! Everyone here is rather welcoming.” Papyrus said. “I’ll let you get back to settling in. I’m sure you’re tired from your move. Enjoy the pie.” The taller skeleton chirped.

“I will. Thank you again, Papyrus.” Sans chuckled.

“You’re very welcome! See you around!” Papyrus chirped before he turned and started to head home.

“See ya.” Sans called after him before he stepped back and shut the door. He looked at the pie and smiled as he headed to the kitchen. “Heh, at least I don’t have to order out.” he hummed to himself. He set the pie on the counter and turned to one of the boxes on the counter by the fridge opening it. He pulled out the silverware container and opened it getting a fork. He stepped over to the pie and scooped up a bite and ate it. He started chewing but stopped quickly and lurched over the trashcan spitting out the bite of pie. He gagged and spat a few times into the trash. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of ketchup taking a drink.

“Ugh. That was disgusting…” he muttered. He looked at the pie and frowned, rubbing his skull. It was clearly inedible. Sighing he picked it up and tossed it in the trash, “…Guess I’m ordering take out after all…”

Sans sighed, taking a sip of the ketchup next to him as he read. A week had passed, Sans had unpacked everything and was settling in nicely. He had been able to meet a few of the other neighbors, who were luckily just as nice as Papyrus. He’d ended up running into the other skeleton while out at the store buying food and other needs. He’d ended up telling Papyrus the pie had been wonderful not wanting to hurt the others feelings. He felt bad for lying to the other, but the other had been so happy and excited that his cooking lessons were paying off that Sans hadn’t been able to tell the other otherwise.

He book marked his page and shut the book. He set it to the side and stood stretching. He heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. Before he opened the door he looked through the peephole. He smiled and opened the door.

“Papyrus, what a pleasant surprise.” He said. He glanced down seeing that the other had a bowl in his hands.

“Hello, Sans! Since you liked the pie… I thought you’d like some home made spaghetti! Undyne and I made a lot today and I thought you would like some.” The taller skeleton said.

“Oh, that’s very sweet of you, Paps… thanks.” He said taking the bowl. Papyrus grinned, a light dusting of orange on his cheeks at the nickname.

“You’re welcome! I hope you enjoy it!” he said.

“I’m sure I will.” Sans said smiling. As the other left he shut the door and looked at the bowl with a sigh. “…Maybe it’s better than the pie.” He murmured to himself taking it to the kitchen. Getting himself a fork he uncovered the bowl and got a forkful of the pasta dish. He looked at it before taking a bite. He froze and gagged before forcing himself to chew and swallow. Shuddering he set the bowl down. He stared at it with a sighed and rubbed his face.

A few months passed, every week Papyrus would bring some kind of new home cooked meal for Sans. Sans accepted than and told the other they were great unable to tell him other wise. He felt bad for lying to the other; more so the more he got to know the sweet skeleton. Papyrus was a real sweetheart, and sans couldn’t help but like him.

Hearing the knock at the door sans sighed and rubbed his skull standing. He opened the door and gave Papyrus a small smile.

“Papyrus, wonderful to see you again. Come on in.” He said stepping to the side. Papyrus beamed at him and entered the house.

“I brought over some home made Ziti.” The energetic skeleton chirped setting the pan on the island counter.

“Sounds great, Pap…” Sans told him shutting the door.

“Its one of the new recipes that Undyne has taught me, would you like some now or shall we wait?” Papyrus asked turning to Sans as he walked over. Sans paused and sighed. He couldn’t keep lying to the other.

“Ah… Actually… Pap… I haven’t entirely been honest with ya about your cooking…” he started, looking away. Papyrus tilted his head.

“What do you mean?” Papyrus asked. Sans rubbed the back of his head.

“… I didn’t wanna say anything, cause you’re really nice… and its sweet of ya to bring me some home cooked meals…”

“…My cooking is terrible isn’t it?” Papyrus asked. Sans flinched and looked up at him.

“N-no! Well… yeah… but its getting better!” Sans said. He gave another sigh, “…I’m sorry. I should have said something earlier… but ya seemed so happy and I really did appreciate the gesture.” He added. Papyrus gave him a small smile.

“It’s fine. Thank you for telling me, it was really nice of your to pretend to like it.” He said.

“I do like it! Really, even… if its bad. It’s the thought that counts right? And I wasn’t lying. It really is getting better.” Sans said. “…If it isn’t to much to ask, I would like it if you continued to bring me some more meals.” He added.

“Really?” Papyrus asked.

“Yeah, saves me from having to make myself something to eat.” Sans chuckled. Papyrus thew himself at Sans hugging him. Sans yelped and chuckled hugging back.

“I’d love to cook for you more!” he chirped pulling back.

“I’d love to have it.” Sans answered chuckling. “Why don’t we have some of that Ziti now? All this talk of food has me starving.” He added.

“Great idea!” Papyrus said. He headed into the kitchen with the food. Sans smiled and followed him.

He felt better having told the truth, and he was glad that Papyrus, being the sweetheart that he was, was so forgiving.