#spiderspeaks

pwease, someone talk to me- 

im alone and sweepy but i rweally miss my fwens and i need somebody-

resspect my dni- 

(doesn’t apply if I followed you first) :))

//Her laptop sort of “popped”. //So that’s why @vptrail and Cookie haven’t been responding to stuff.

* You’re lookin pretty interesting yourself. Hope you aint tryin to start shit, cuz I’m not really in the mood.

The Pacifist Route nears its end. The Throne Room looms before the party.

Angel stands, grinning over at their companions. Cherry had been brightening up over the course of the route. Laughter and shared jokes had helped in opening them up, and even Muffet had been bright and cheery as she witnessed dates, cooking shows, jetpack joyrides, puzzles, traps, musicals, and even a dance-off.

She’d screamed and jumped in abject terror in the misty halls of the True Lab, and even now she still seemed a little spooked - her nerves were settling, but Angel could still see eagerness in her eyes.

They were about to meet the king, after all.

* So, Muffet. Angel leads in with a smile.

* Are you ready to fight the king? * He shatters the MERCY button and forces us to fight him. It was terrifying the first time we met him. I didn’t want to fight him... Cherry didn’t either.

Turning to the apparition, Angel smirks. * They spent the whole fight trying to put the button back together. It took me bringing ASGORE to his last breaths to actually be able to SPARE him. * The mercy made him... break. Angel sighs and smiles solemnly. * Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if we stayed with him. If we took his offer and tried to be a family. * But I don’t think the last name of DREEMURR suits me as it does Cherry or Az, that’s for sure.

* ... * But what do you think, Muffet? * Ready for a court with the king?

* been better, but i’ve also been worse, so.

* <3 <3 <3

    He just watched his son get a back- hand so hard he dusted, then was brought back so quickly his dust hadn’t even the chance to settle on the floor.