You have your head down on the counter with ketchup bottles on the counter next to you. Papyrus is laying on the floor, crying. Toriel is stiring something in a pot, not happy and looking miserable. Mettaton is checking himself in a mirror. Undyne is mad and frustrated with the situation, banging the table with her fist. Alphys is also laid on the ground. Frisk is also on the ground, near to Papyrus Papyrus: Sad, cowardly sobbing Mettaton: Ohhh, yes!~ Undyne: Ughhh!
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