[They're playing dirty. He can't trespass upon either of their rooms, but they're using and abusing that stipulation to their advantage. It's gonna take days to wash this stuff off, and to get it out from his beanbag chair. Least he weren't sleepin' on the racecar bed.
He'd be loathe to ruin Papyrus's painstaking job in smoothing the sheets out, like he did the morning before he disappeared.
In retaliation, something's carefully rigged up outside the door to their room. Water balloons, equipped to fall and thoroughly douse whatever unlucky SOUL opens it next.
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He'd be loathe to ruin Papyrus's painstaking job in smoothing the sheets out, like he did the morning before he disappeared.
In retaliation, something's carefully rigged up outside the door to their room. Water balloons, equipped to fall and thoroughly douse whatever unlucky SOUL opens it next.
Only it's not water inside them.
It's ketchup.
Delicious.]