“Anon, you were in control!” Papyrus stamps his foot; he was going out for a week-long training session with Undyne, so Sans and Anon would be alone at home. Even though Anon didn’t live with the skeleton brothers, he was always there because of his relationship with Sans, so he practically lived with them. “Of course, Paps, Anon is in control.” Sans was sprawled on the couch, legs open, his black shorts highlighting his intimacy. It wasn’t intentional, but you found yourself somewhat excited. “Sure, Papyrus, I’ll be in control.” You confirm, giving a thumbs-up. “Okay! I’m going now! I’ll see you in a week, Classic Sans, take good care of Sans.” Papyrus says tearfully, but sniffs hard to avoid crying. “I’m going!!” Papyrus shouts, runs to the door, and closes it. “There he goes,” you comment to Sans, turning to him.