“I assume we’re here for a reason, yes?” Asgore muttered, looking around the surroundings of the room. It was a simple plain blue room with decorations, and two couches. Perfect. “Nobody’s going to attack us, judging by how…isolated we are, right?”

“I beg to differ!” Undyne shouted from a corner, her grin expressing how pumped she is. “Any asses we can kick can DEFINITELY show anyone who’s boss, right!?”

“UNDYNE, CALM DOWN.” Papyrus chuckled nervously, a hand on her shoulder. “WE DO NOT HURT, WE CAPTURE! EVEN IF THAT DOES SOUND A LITTLE BAD OUT OF CONTEXT.”

“heh, don’t mind me, bottom’s up.” Sans shrugged, already sitting down on one of the couches.* “you guys can sort it out yourselves. not like anyone’s gonna catch us.”

“I-I think that this shows why we’re h-here…” Alphys pointed at the television, which said: “Wait for everyone to sit down. Someone from a realm beyond yours will appear if everyone complies.” “M-maybe we should listen…”

“Ahuhu…maybe~” Muffet chimed in, before sitting down on the floor, her spider arms crossed and a smug smile present. “I wonder if it’s someone…handsome, hm?~”

“Ignoring that, we should. Let’s sit down, my child.” Toriel commented, her and Frisk both sitting next to each other, as everyone either sat down on a sofa, the floor, or leaned against the wall.

Finally. Someone could come in. You.