When Lightning Strikes

Chapter Twelve

 You were completely buried under the blankets on the couch, laying across Sans' lap as he read your latest commission you were working on. You dozed off as he read, more asleep than awake, focusing completely on Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen as it played on loop. The only thing that was able to pull your attention away from the music was the unfamiliar static of someone else teleporting to right outside your door. It was also only then you realized that the music wasn't playing, and probably hadn't been on for some time now.

You twitched at that revelation.

The laptop clicked close, the knocking at the door sounding more like someone trying to break in. Your sluggish brain could only come to the conclusion that Alphys was here, and that you didn't know that she could teleport. Sans grumbled a bit, adjusting the blankets before flicking the lock open with his magic.

"It's Open!" he called out, grimacing when the door slammed open.

"I BROUGHT DINNY AN' A NEUTRAL OPINIONATED TELEPORTER!" Alphys shouted, walking into the apartment followed by three other people. You pulled the covers over your head in a silent protest. Sans looked at Alphys with a very Done™ expression, wishing that he was more awake for this meeting. "Where's tha kid?" she asked, practically vibrating with energy

You let out a low groan, curling further against Sans, as the blankets where yanked away from you. Undyne let out a happy chirp at the sight of you, and you couldn't help but chirp back at her. Isa, Undynes fell counterpart, made an odd noise at the back of her throat, as if she meant to chirp but aborted the action at the last moment.

"hello cousin," Undyne crooned out, clasping her hands together. The unknown skeleton standing behind the three women made a noise and took a closer look at you, clearly confused.

"Hey 'Dyne. Hows it hangin'?" you rasped out, still exhausted.

"oh, you know. Same old, same old," she wiggled her fingers in a so an' so fashion, her golden eyes scanning you, doing a primary CHECK on you. She pursed her scarred lips, and wasn't pleased with what she found. "hm. you should have said something sooner, cousin mine. Curses like this one are incredibly tricky. everyone out, we need privacy."