2) Undertale, Grillby, Fire Courting Rituals
Severe anxiety is a thing and you don’t like it. Which is normal and average, as is your not-quite-legal way of dealing with it sans doctor’s note. You left your Vape at home, the marijuana oils that cost you a fresh mint with it, and now you’re stuck trying to light a blunt in the snow at night with, fuck, no lighter or matches because you usually don’t smoke and the regular inside was kind enough to let you have one of hers. Grillby is a great boss, even for a mere dishwasher like you, and when he comes out the back to check on you in a lull, and you ask him for a light. Oh boy. Commence (literally) ancient fire elemental courting rituals up to and including having him light your blunt with his own mouth as it rests in yours and then greedily suck the smoke from your lungs. Magic bullshit is still magic and you haven’t breathed more clearly in almost a decade or with less breath because your fucking delicious-forearms-and-cantaloupe-biceps boss just macked on you. Now you are going to have to research the shit out of courting rituals when you confess to Alphys and she totally SHIPS IT, that ship has sailed, it’s gaining followers, heeeeelp...