Nobody could leave her alone.

Fatal Error internally scoffed, feeling a faint sense of irritation within her head, moving one of her hands to form a “knocking” position and began gently bonking herself on her head to somewhat relieve it.

Rustle.

“…ugh…”

She assumed it was that fucking flower (Gaster-Flowey), feeling herself already losing her mind AGAIN, yet decided to just ignore it all together.

“…never mind…not in the mood…”

Rustle.

“WHAT-!?”

She then faced your direction. It was you.