☞: blame something on your muse?
It was a quiet day, and so something had to happen to break the peace. That was just one of the rules of the universe. And such a break came in the form of a furious shriek from Papyrus followed back a loud “GET BACK HERE!!!”
Moments later, the dog bolted out of the kitchen, tracking saucy red pawprints in its path with loose strands of spaghetti dropping from its mouth. It took a sharp turn in the living room, running straight up the stairs just as Papyrus stormed out of the kitchen.
“OH MY GOD, I DON’T KNOW HOW IT KEEPS GETTING IN HERE!!! SANS ISN’T EVEN HOME TO LET HIM IN!”
He stomped his foot, frustrated. He turned to his alternate, not meaning to direct his anger toward him, but still wound up over the little canine spaghetti bandit he’d just had.
“DID YOU LET THE DOG IN??!”