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“I’m serious, Sans!” Alphys exasperatedly hisses at you. A few seconds ago, she was at the other end of the couch, and now she’s practically on top of you. “I… I ship it!”
“*heh,” you can’t help but chuckle a bit at that, “*remember when we used to work together, al? you could talk my ear off for hours about your otp’s.”
“What are you saying?” She narrows her eyes and purses her lips.
“*they were all your otp.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that I believed in them all equally!” She’s squirming in frustration now, on the verge of a tirade rivaling even the most heated of her famous anime rants.
You sigh and untense as your eyes return to the anime Alphys is playing on the television. Your sigh is immediately overtaken by an inward groan, not only is this anime very surreal in its premise, but Alphys is back to her usual, nosey activities. She’s busy wildly gesticulating and stuttering out every reason you should believe her and you weakly attempt to stop it.
“*i thought you wanted to watch… what is this? re:zero… with me.”
“Don’t change the subject!”
“*actually, it was the original subject.”
Alphys rubs the bridge of her nose and removes her glasses for a quick wipe down on her Mew Mew Kissy Cutie pajamas. “C’mon, Sans. Why are you so adverse to this?”
“*you’re right, al. you telling me that tori has a crush on me is some pretty concrete, hard-to-dispute evidence.”
“Well, will you talk to her?”
“*no idea about what we’d converse, al.” You’re openly deriving pleasure from her annoyance at this point, and you cross your arms and lean back a bit, satisfied grin spread across your face. If you weren’t kidding yourself, you’d admit to her that this anime is pretty good from what you’ve seen so far, and you don’t usually say that about just any Japanese cartoon.
“Love? Puns!”
“*well, i’m glad you’re concerned about our pun talks, but without your intervention, they’re still daily.” Alphys is about to retort, when her head perks up and she looks to the television to see that the episode is over. “Crud… we’re gonna have to rewatch this later…”
Alphys faces back to you with an inquisitive face, “Well… do you like her?” You keep your eyes focused on the title sequence rolling before you and keep a neutral expression. *of course, you want to say, you want to tell anyone, especially Toriel. *but what if i’m not good enough…? Alphys is shaking your arm now.
“Sans, are you okay?” You look Alphys in the face and think about the question, the gears turning far slower than usual. “*yeah… what was the question?”
“Do. You. Like. Toriel?” You turn your face back to the television and inhale a breath slowly, almost painstakingly so.
“*would you really enjoy a straight answer?” Alphys is clearly taken back by your simple question, as when you look to her, she’s visibly shocked and clearly didn’t expect such candor. “*limited time offer before i gain better judgement.” You give her a quick wink and stretch out your arms and vertebra.
Suddenly, she explodes into startlingly loud volume right next to your head, “YE-S! PLEA-…! PLEASE!” After you jump back and rub the side of your head, you readjust your seat on the couch and nudge Alphys back over to a distance at which you can’t hear her heartbeat’s cadence.
“*yes.” You quietly mumble, feeling your heartrate quicken.
There’s a second of deafening silence before you hear Alphys devolve into muffled squeals and feel the couch shift as she throws her whole body across the arm rest of the couch and kicks her feet into the cushions.
There’s a part of you that feels a great weight lifted from you and there’s a part of you which feels a cloud of dread descend over you, but for the moment, you favor the feeling of a weightless soul.
“OMG! You have to tell her now!” She whispers ecstatically after she recovers from her all-out fangirling session.
“*tell you what, al,” you put up a stark, serious face and look her straight in the eye, “*let’s not…” her jaw goes slack at those words and you can see the realization in her eyes, “*and say we did, yeah?”
It’s a few good seconds of silence before you break out into a snerk and start laughing your head off as you shove your face into the cushions next to you. “GAHHHHHHH! Sans! I swear, if you don’t tell Toriel how you feel… I’ll… I’ll-…” Alphys exhales before plopping back onto the couch from her standing position, looking battered, but far from defeated.
“*al…” you look at her sympathetically, “*you can’t make threats like undyne still, but it’s pretty endearing that you try.” The smack in the face you receive from a pillow is definitely worth the comment. “Sans… you’re a jerk.”
“*i know, al. but you can’t do anything about it.” You waggle your eyebrows at her.
“How can a skeleton even waggle their eyebrows?!”
“*magic.”