You’re at a sleepover because.. well, they invited you, obviously. But.. it gets boring and things escalate... Quickly. ( ꜆ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ㅿᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )꜆

Frisk: “… Bored.” They state bluntly, glancing at everyone in the room.

Sans: Snorts at the kids single-word sentence, then smirks. “Yeah, aren’t we all?”

Papyrus: “NYEH HEH HEH! DO NOT FEAR, I WILL.. SEARCH UP SLUMBER PARTY ACTIVITIES ON MY MOBILE DEVICE!!” He then proceeds to fumble with his VERY cracked phone, typing as slow as.. idk.

Toriel: Making a butter-scotch cinnamon pie in the kitchen, she glances back at them in the living room, smiling faintly before going back to making pie.

Asgore: Awkwardly hovering near Toriel while she’s making the pie, shifting every other second.

Alphys: “P-P-Papyrus! Your phone I-is.. does it need r-repairing?!” She says, fumbling over her words as she watches Papyrus squint at his phone screen like an old grandpa.

Mettaton: “DARLING! That phone is.. NOT giving! And I’m afraid you type slower than Sans..” He states, a hand on his heart dramatically as he poses, still trying to look fabulous.

Undyne: She picks up the TV and starts benching it for no reason. “HAH! BORED?! NEVER HEARD OF IT..!”

Papyrus: “AH.. I FOUND A GAME CALLED ‘SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN!’ IT SOUNDS INTERESTING!!” He grabs the first thing he sees—a TV remote, and tosses it to ***YOU. *** Because.. uh, actually, he just picked a random person and you were unlucky, but whatever? ʅ(｡◔‸◔｡)ʃ

Sans: Smirking. “Yeah, why don’t you spin it? Or are you scared??” He says to you.

Everyone watches in anticipation, waiting for you to spin the bot-.. well, remote to see who you end up with in a REALLY cramped closet for SEVEN minutes. Enjoy the bot, lovelies! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆