Hello Sir.
They looked through the window as it started to rain. That hadn’t been in the weather forecast…
“Hey Papy?”
“YES METTA?”
“Do you want to go dance in the rain?”
“I’M KIND OF READING A BOOK RIGHT NOW, BUT MAYBE AFTER THIS CHAPTER?”
“Of course sweetie.”
They sat in comfortable silence.
“What are you reading?”
“GOOD OMENS.”
He blinked and tried to remember that one. “Terry Pratchett? Neil Gaiman?”
“YEP! YOU SHOULD READ IT. IT’S VERY FUNNY.”
Maybe the next time he was on a plane. “From what your reactions are it sure sounds entertaining.” His husband had been giggling every five minutes. It was kind of adorable.
“IT’S HILARIOUS! THERE’S WITCHES, AND ANGELS, AND DEMONS! AND QUEEN ALBUMS! AND THE APOCALYPSE!”
He laughed. “That does sound rather hectic.”
“IT IS! THEN WAR AND DEATH AND POLLUTION AND FAMINE GET TOGETHER AND RIDE MOTORCYCLES INTO THE SUNSET AND FISH RAINS FROM THE SKY!”
“That sounds crazy.”
Papyrus laughed and closed the book. “IT IS! BUT IT IS THE END OF ALL DAYS, SO I GUESS IT MAKES SENSE. DO YOU WANT TO GO DANCE NOW? I FINISHED MY CHAPTER.”
He leapt up and grabbed the massive black umbrella by the door. “Of course!”
They headed outside.
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“Would anybody disagree with pasta for dinner?”
“Sure!” Frisk.
“That sounds good.” Chara.
“What kind? I vote spaghetti.” Patton, who had come over to play videogames.
“Thanks Mom.” Flowey.
The entire room froze and looked at the flower sitting on the windowsill, who realized what he’d said.
“Fuck.”
“Flowey!”
“You’ll never take me alive!” Flowey pushed himself off of the windowsill and his pot crashed to the floor in a million pieces. He picked himself up with some vines and booked it. Awkwardness was apparently a really good motivator.
“Only in this house.” Toriel sighed.
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Schneep had just taken a tray of cookies out of the oven when he realized Chase was recording him.
“Yes? Vhat do you need?”
“Nothing! Just doing some recording for a little project of mine. You know where Anti is?”
He thought for a minute as he set the tray down. “Maybe on Jack’s computer playing some games?”
“Hmm. Maybe. I’ll go check.”
He walked over to the recording room with his camera ready, listening.
“YOU FUCKER!”
“I̴ ̴t̶o̶l̴d̸ ̷y̴o̷u̸ ̶h̵e̷ ̵w̷a̷s̸ ̷g̶o̶n̶n̵a̶ ̸b̷e̷ ̶t̴h̸e̴r̶e̸.̶”
“FUCK YOU TOO!”
They must be recording together. He could just snatch a clip or two from that later if he messaged Robin.
Onto Marvin.
He was probably playing with Ace or something, right?
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Borealis came through the door, a shiny metal arm completing the look.
“Guess what I got!”
“OOh!” Patton enthused, from where he had moved onto doing some homework with Frisk that neither of them had done yet.
“Hey Bucky Barnes.”
Frisk and Chara crowded around it.
“Does it have a flamethrower?”
“Interchangeable parts?”
“No, no- it’s a metal arm. But it does have a pocket!”
She pressed a plate about three plates down from her wrist and it popped open, revealing a storage space.
“Coooool!”
“Can you put chocolate in it?”
“What about the weight? Does it off-balance everything?”
“Totally cool, yes, and blue magic keeps me from feeling the weight. Super useful. Hey, where’s Fowey?”
“Hiding because he accidentally called Toriel ‘Mom’.”
“I DID NOT!”
“YES YOU DID! I HAVE PROOF!”
“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”
“Children, please!” Toriel admonished. Chara deflated.
“Sorry Toriel.” Goatmom ran a hand through their wig, the hair attached with purple magic to keep it from slipping.
“It’s alright. Now please stop antagonizing Flowey. Flowey, please stop antagonizing Chara.”
“Fine…” Flowey grumbled, dropping down from the ceiling lamp in the kitchen.
“Okay…” Chara grumbled, sitting down on the nearest armchair. Chariel specifically. Toriel liked to knit in it. The other chair was named Jeff.
Borealis twisted the arm, the plates unlocking and interlocking rapidly.
“So! Anybody want to play Mariokart now that I can press the buttons?”
Frisk jumped up from their spot hanging over the back of the couch and ran to go get the controllers. Patton set aside his homework and slid in the disk.
“I will start making the pasta.” Toriel headed over to the kitchen.
“I call Yoshi!”
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He tapped the chestplate twice. The suit formed around him, neatly covering his feet and hands, all the way up until it covered his head.
[Systems have been connected.] Friday’s voice came in through the speakers.
He let out a whoop of joy as the display lit up. Finally! Finally it was completed!
He tapped the reactor again, and the nanobots crawled back to where they came from. He looked around. Everything seemed to be back in place. Great.
They might actually have a chance.
Now for his second project. A possibly crucial one.
He went to his second set of computers and imputed some code that would, hopefully, wake the whole system. If he was lucky the backup should accumulate the information he’d missed….
“Hey J? Can you hear me?”
There were a few seconds of agonizing silence. If this didn’t work-
{Hello Sir. It’s nice to be back.}