The living room is painted a shade of lilac, large windows letting in sunlight. The large TV is turned off. On the sofa, StarRoseColors, dressed in a sweatshirt and yoga pants, sits. Daughter of Evil plays from her laptop as she types.

The door opens, revealing Frisk and Sans. He is dressed in a tuxedo while she is wearing a bridesmaid dress. Both look tired. SRC looks up from her laptop. "Rough afternoon?"

"Fanfic." Sans grunts. "I'm the runaway groom, she's the bridesmaid." He collapsed in the other sofa. Frisk follows, collapsing next to SRC.

"Aw, poor you." She sets to work on untangling the huge green bow from Frisk's hair. "Was it that bad?"

"Coffee." Frisk simply moans.

"CHARA! DO WE HAVE ANY COFFEE?!" SRC yells to the kitchen.

"WHAT AM I, YOUR SERVANT?" Chara yells back.

"No, you're my assistant. Gaster decided that this would be your punishment." There is silence, before a knife sails through the air. SRC simply sighs as it hits a ray shield, the knife hitting the floor. A second later, a scream hits the air. The writer adjusts her glasses as she shuts her laptop and gets up.

In the kitchen, she finds Chara, red eyes wide, twitching on the floor. The cut on her cheek is pulsing green. SRC sighs, grabbing their arms. She drags them to the soft carpet of the living room floor and heads back into the kitchen to make coffee.

Waiting for asks. Frisk and Sans are available, as well as the rest of the gang. The original characters are available, as well as Amelia, Dipper, and Mabel. Bill Cipher is busy at the moment.