[He is never gonna shake the high-pitched, obnoxious eeeeee from his ossicles, good god. He had to crash on the couch instead. Can you believe it? He had to walk all those extra steps all the way to the couch, Alphys.
The horror, honestly.]
alph i cannot believe you
[In recompense, he concocts something truly terrifying:
Toast.
There is toast everywhere, Alphys. There is jammy, buttery toast all over your room. Stuck to the walls. In the cracks of the door. Under the bed. On every available surface.
Spelled out on her floor in slices of imperfectly toasted bread, browned and black and smeared with revolting bits of cold butter, are the words:]
text, an hour later
The horror, honestly.]
alph i cannot believe you
[In recompense, he concocts something truly terrifying:
Toast.
There is toast everywhere, Alphys. There is jammy, buttery toast all over your room. Stuck to the walls. In the cracks of the door. Under the bed. On every available surface.
Spelled out on her floor in slices of imperfectly toasted bread, browned and black and smeared with revolting bits of cold butter, are the words:]