Undertale!

*He sets his mug down, a rare glint of helpfulness in his eyes.* Need a hand? I can get the plates ready.

*Mettaton sweeps in dramatically* DARLING, ARE YOU SOME SORT OF ACROBATIC FOOD CONNOISSEUR? *adjusts hair* How avant-garde!

Glitch: *shrugs* I don't know, just checking. I'm just worried you might have some trauma or something. I mean, I'm not sure why, but it just seems like you're hiding something…

Azriel: I'm fine

Glitch: okay… if you say so… *she seems a bit disappointed*

*Glitch mumbles* still don't like you...

that's why I wanted to slap you glitch

Sans: I wish Toriel would hug me like that…

Toriel: … Blake, I don't think we're gonna be able to finish that…

*goes to the house and puts the milk in a pot*

Toriel: you know we don't have enough glasses for that, right?

Chara: *hogging literally every single blanket in the house* Papyrus: I-i just wanted t-to make p-pasta *freezing* Sans: well now you can make pastasicles! *laughs* Toriel: oh dear, the fire won’t work… *is trying to get the fireplace to light* Glitch: oh well. Guess we’ll have to die. Undyne: tf is wrong with you? Asriel: *attempting to fix the heating* who even has baseboard anymore?!! Napstablook: *sighs* no one…

*I'm in my room looking for flammable objects and liquid, and my lighter*

*you hear a knock on the door. It sounds like a child*

Chara: you're so cute! *pets the toaster*

Excuse me.

Chara: oh! You're alive?!

*papyrus exclaims from the living room* My my! who put all this sand under the table!

*Everyone exchanges confused glances* Sand? *Frisk sets down their fork* Papyrus, what are you talking about?

I guess you could say it's a "sands undertable" *laughs at his own pun*