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She can't take it anymore. Alphys really cannot take it anymore.
Today, another letter arrived. This time from Dogamy, or maybe Doggo. She didn't read the envelope very closely before she felt a wave of nausea overcome her, and the letter was quickly abandoned to the pile with the rest of them. What was that now, twenty? Twenty one? Did it matter? She couldn't undo it. No matter how much they kept asking, no matter how much she tried, Alphys can't undo what's been done. No, what she did. Take accountability, Alphys.
She can think of at least one good way to take accountability for her actions, one that involves a very tall waterfall. But thinking about Undyne finding her is enough to overcome her with another wave of cold sweats. No, that won't do anymore. Maybe she'd just jump into the Core. That was what he had done, right? Her predecessor? Dr. G--
A buzz on her phone interrupts Alphys's thought. It's from Undyne. ...There is a gif of a small white dog riding a toy car, captioned Me On My Way To Fucking Get You.
She's not even sure what this is supposed to mean, but... she can't help but laugh out loud, and she texts back a "LOL". Followed by "Oh god are you actually coming over", "My place is SO messy it's so embarrassing", and "Wait have I seen that dog somewhere???"
Before she knows it, she's gotten swept up in planning a hang-out with Undyne in Waterfall a few days from now; apparently, she'd like Alphys to take a look at her fridge. Something about it being too cold. Oh, well; it can't be helped, after all. She'd do anything for Undyne, even if it means taking another day of letters and amalgamates.