A muffled noise rings from your pocket. Moving carefully so as not to disturb the foils in your hair, you fish your phone out. Oh, it’s Alphys. You have a sneaking suspicion as to what she’s calling about. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Um, hi Shore, uh. I’m sorry, this is going to sound uh, really random but ah. Mettaton’s not with you, is he?”
You glance to your left. Mettaton has his head back, clearly enjoying his facial treatment delivered via power tools to his temple and the buffing of his nails. “He’s right next to me, actually.”
Alphys swears, which is a rare thing indeed.
ALSO I am showing this piece off because it is very relevant to this chapter. It inspired the ending scene and was drawn by the absolutely amazing @cipher-the-sidhe
Please consider commissioning them to help out with their various medical bills!!
