Chapter Eleven

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 You were carrying the lightest box Alphys could find into the new apartment. You hadn't actually looked at the pictures that the website Sans looked at provided, you just knew that it was a studio type apartment, so it was a huge surprise to all four of you when you opened the door and immediately saw the off white claw-footed bathtub. You noticed that it needed a serious scrubbing before any of you used it.

Alphys wheezed, "WH'THE FUCK?" then doubled over, gripping her knee as she howled with laughter. "Oh Stars! This Is Gold!" You pushed her out of the doorway so you could actually get into the house, ignoring her as she shook with laughter on the ground, turning into a nearly perfect sphere.

"Bold Of You To Assume None Of Us Have Taken A Bath Together." Sans said, sneering jokingly at Alphys and pointing dramatically at her, "Now Help Or Die."

"Wait, seriously?" She looked over to you for confirmation.

"Yeah, this isn't the worst place we've lived at." You shrugged, voice trailing off as you scrolled through your phone, looking for a good station to listen to while you started working on the kitchen. Grinning happily at the station you found, you started opening the box Papyrus handed you.

"'sides, we already shared a bed anyways." Papyrus added helpfuly.

"We all get nightmares," you explained, seeing the look on her face, "It's just easier to deal with them that way."

Her face lit up with understanding, "Aye. A'right, kid, y'know my number if you ever need anything," she jabbed a claw in your direction, giving you a very stern look, "An' Dinny wans'ta take a look at you. That Isn't Optional. She's worried sick about you."

You pouted, but deep down in your soul, you felt guilty. Sighing in defeat, you nodded. "Fine. Fine, I'll let her look."

Alphys beamed at you.

Static buzzed, Sans and Papyrus had returned with the couch and nearly all of the boxes stacked on top of it. You didn't even notice them leave. Maybe getting your soul looked at would be for the best.


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