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Love Sick by Flowez - Summary and Chapter One

RR: Hey, hey! Good morning, evening, and afternoon! Welcome to Love Sick, kiddos, written by the lovely Flowez! They’ve got a few works up, and a… prologue… to this, but the prologue is unnecessary and one chapter long. It’s - look, I’m gonna be honest, this fic is a guilty pleasure. It’s not quite… My Immortal or It’s My Life! bad, but… Don’t get your hopes too high. I only enjoy reading this because it makes me laugh off my hope in humanity.

RR: Anyhow~! Joining me for this, and hopefully regularly, is the ever- lovely AK.

AK: Hey there! I’m gonna be honest, this fanfic got me thinking deeply… on lots and lots of things… mainly asking myself how Flowez could keep writing it, some things just aren’t meant to be! Not saying my writing is anything spectacular, but… sometimes you read this and you wonder. Anyway, have fun! If you can.

Summary

Despair, that's the only thing they could feel. Timeline after timeline, they had to watch as Sans and Toriel got together. They always forgot about her. They didn't care that Frisk was madly in love with Sans. Though, the human was tired of it. They wanted everyone to know how they felt. They wanted everyone to see the pain they were in. Frisk wanted to claim Sans as their own.

Frisk hated being ignored.

She was going to make sure she got attention.

RR: And in the worst way possible. GAH. Be prepared for 1NS4N17Y and badfic. So much badfic. Then again, this wouldn’t be here if it weren’t bad. Still.

AK: This is already so messed up. I mean, I thought ‘they’ are Frisk? But then the author introduces that Frisk was madly in love with Sans?! My head hurts already. And now Frisk is a she. *sighs*

RR: Also, friendly warning: there’s gonna be pedophilliac undertones later. Lots of swearing, probably from us.

AK: So hide your kids and pop your popcorn, keep it sealed, this is gonna be a bumpy ride!

The beginning

Timeline after timeline, you were forced to watch as Sans left you. He never even gave you a chance. Every timeline he had chased after Toriel. Your mother! you watch with hate in your heart as the two kissed, like they did everytime they saw each other.

RR: Every time is two words. Why would an adult give a small child a chance at dating. Why. And yes, your mother.

AK: He’s your father in this, child, cool it!

RR: Nah, that’s Asgore. Sans is just trying to be daddio.

AK: Well he fails miserably already

Their kissing had been getting more intense. Their relationship was getting stronger! You began hating your own mother.

AK: I had no idea that’s what relationships do.

RR: It’s almost like they’re going steady.

A small inhale of air was greatly needed. You began to calm down. There were a few people that actually attempted to make you feel better. Even if Toriel and Sans weren't considered friends, you still had many others. Even the king supported you! He missed having a family. He wanted Toriel back and he wanted you as his daughter. When he told you that, your heart pounded. It was a perfect image. A happy family.

RR: … why would your heart pound at the thought of being in a perfect family? With excitement? That doesn’t seem quite right… And honestly, child, have you tried being happy for those two??? Christ. You little brat.

If that were the case, you wouldn't want to murder your mother.

RR: … Our protagonist!

No matter what happened, though, the skeleton and the goat only seemed to get closer. There was only one time when Sans had broken it up with her. It was a month ago. Papyrus had told you that you deserved a happy ending with Sans.

AK: Papyrus?! What the hell is PAPYRUS doing telling you that?! NO. Not at all

RR: Papyrus is simply too innocent to understand pedophilia. He is, according to the tags, “a bean”.

A smile had graced you features.

AK: you, features, you have been graced with this slutty smile. Help.

RR: *snorts* Slutty. Too early for that, and it’s directed at Papyrus. She saves that for Sans, remember?

AK: Surprised she can keep it to herself for so long.

Papyrus was so nice and you were glad to have a friend like him.

He had went to talk to Sans and insisted that the two would never speak again if Sans continued to date Toriel. If was obvious, Sans was pissed at Papyrus. It was also obvious that Sans would do anything for Papyrus. So he broke up with her.

RR: Sans had a right to be pissed! Goddamn, the out of character is killing me… If anything, Papyrus would try and find the middle ground - he wants to be friends with everyone, and if push came to shove, he’d pick his brother. And the grammar here. ‘Had went’ would be better as ‘had gone’ or just ‘went’, ‘If was obvious, …’ should be ‘It was obvious that Sans…’, and the last sentence could’ve just as easily been added to the previous with a comma. ‘... anything for Papyrus, so…’

They got back together the next week.

RR: Shame it didn’t end the fic.

"What a pitiful failure."

AK: This badfic is starting to make sense finally! Good job, Chara - I think.

RR: Who even knows if this is Chara. For all we know, Frisk is hearing voices.

She had squirmed her way back into his heart. She told puns whenever she could. She made extra pie and even snuck ketchup into the recipe. She didn't even care that it had made you sick.

AK: Maybe you should try chloroform next. Also who the hell is who?! Tell me that!

RR: … Did - did Toriel even know you got sick? What out-of-character witch is this?! Goat-Mom would never!

After that night, you moved in with Asgore. He was really nice and always listened to your opinion. You started calling him dad and stopped calling Toriel mother.

AK: Such angst, at least give the goat mom a chance.

RR: What blasphemy do you speak of?! She stole Sans from Frisk!

She was still nice but it hurt your soul thinking about her and Sans.

You Loved him.

RR: Did you mean LOVEd?

The two were blind about it.

RR: Yeah, the thing about most parental figures - or those that would like to be parental figures - is that they tend to view affections as platonic because it’s otherwise inappropriate and should not be encouraged.

Everyone seen it but them!

AK: Everyone done did seen it but him! Isn’t that the way it always goes?

RR: *sniff, sniff* I smell cli~che.

Today, Sans called. Your breathing hitched as your heart began to beat at a fast pace. Sans was calling you!

AK: He’s calling to ask how he mysteriously got your number on his phone.

RR: “paps got me a phone, who’s this?”

It took you a few seconds to respond due to a lump forming in your throat.

"H-Hi, Sans! Watcha doing?" Fuck, you didn't want to sound so desperate! The sudden need to impress him formed. Stop being such a loser.

AK: Never have I thought saying the words “Hi, [name]! Whatcha Doing?” would sound desperate… then again this Frisk has some major social issues.

RR: Was… was it the stutter? AK, help me out here, why is that desperate? Did she yell it? I’m so confused.

AK: No, see, it was her actively trying to keep her clothing on while she said it.

RR: Oh my god. You’re terrible.

"Oh, this will be quite interesting." You ignored that small voice in the back of your head.

RR: Just a generic voice, probably hearing things. Seriously, are we supposed to know this is Chara at this point in time, or just think Frisk is bonkers?

Though, you couldn't. Every thought about Sans had always made your heart flutter within your small chest.

AK: Maybe that’s why he doesn’t like you, hmm? Eheheh

RR: … stop.

AK: Just getting into the same mindset of this character~

The skeleton chuckled over the phone. A smile formed on your face at the beautiful sound. He was happy.

RR: I never woulda guessed!

Why was he? You scream from within your mind as you thought of the possibility of Sans being happy to talk to you.

RR: He’s not. He’s happy you’re so far away that he has to call.

"Tibia honest, kiddo. I was calling to see if you want to go to Toriel's. She said she was starting to miss you and she doesn't understand why ya suddenly left to live with Asgore."

AK: HAH! Hah.. ha.. Ha, get it? He made a - haha pun.. Wow.. that was good...

RR: Would’ve worked better with Tibia-nest, because tibia already has the start of honest. And, patella the truth, you’re gonna get really sick of his puns. They aren’t that humerus. In fact, a few are downright inskullting. They’ll wear on your bones, fast. Especially since the lovely Flowez only uses tibia, patella, and a couple others. I don’t see why she couldn’t just include femur puns if she can’t think of so many - and it’s not like Sans has to pun. Just occasionally is good.

AK: The pun is an art form, when one comes to you, you pun, you do not think of them constantly.

You couldn't tell him the truth. What would he think? Surely, he would be furious if you talked about why you moved out.

RR: … why? Why would he be furious? There’s… what?

AK: *hands up, walks away from that* Nope.

Plus, you could feel the large amount of disappointment show on your face. Your lips had scrunched up together, eyes became droopy, and even your shoulders began to Sag.

AK: That is a real 2 year old pout right there, no wonder Sans thinks of you as a child of his!

RR: ohgodkillitwithfire.

He did not call for you, Toriel told him to call me.

RR: Oh. Is this first person now?

He would never call me like this, Frisk began to bite her fingernails.

RR: Th-third?!

AK: Sure has a lot of points of view, now why can’t it just have a point?

"I-I don't know if I can. I promised papa Asgore that we could do something today. We were probably going to go hiking." The lie sounded pretty good and it didn't even sound fake. You are a great liar.

AK: Okay, but how did she say it? Because that’s where all the magic comes from. Also what hiking trails?

RR: Good question! Also a question: why not just politely refuse? O-or… why is there an emphasis on Papa Asgore? (papa should be capitalized…) Is Frisk trying to rub in that Sans’ll never be her father-figure?

Sans took a deep breath, despite not having any lungs. Frisk took one also so that they could sound equally frustrated.

AK: If you don’t want people to ask questions about the skeleton, just play it off like it’s normal!

RR: Why do you want to sound frustrated. Third person again, so is the reader someone else? Help.

You could practically see him shaking his head through the phone.

"Well, Tori really wants to see you. Do you think you can reschedule?"

Anything for you Sans.

AK: Don’t trust that anything, Sans!

RR: Oh, no. Do. Just not what you ask them to do.

"Sure. Asgore will understand but I feel really bad. I promised the big guy one day and then I cancel."

You wanted Sans to think you were doing him a huge favor. You never had any real plans for the day but making him feel guilty would be the only way to make him show some compassion. You wanted Sans to show you at least something!

AK: … This section confuses me and makes my head hurt.

RR: Best I can translate, dear, is that Frisk is trying to guilt-trip Sans by lying. In doing so, they hope to attain some pity, which I guess is better than the genuine desire to hang out with you that he was expressing…?

RR: … Shit, I just confused myself.

You knew he was smiling based on his voice.

"Thanks, it means a skele-ton!"

RR: You’re not allowed to use that pun.

Click

He hung up already. There was no hesitation. He probably went to go tell Toriel that he convinced you to come over. Then, he would be awarded with a kiss.

RR: … Is - is Goat-Mom training Sans? Is that what’s happening?

AK: I think that’s called ‘normal affection’, dear. I take that back, nothing about this related to affection is normal, he’s totally training her.

It made you sick. Though, you were able to ignore the agony and moved on. You didn't want to worry Asgore. He was already going through enough with trying to make peace with the other humans. So, it would be the right thing to do.

AK: Must have been agonizing if it was so easily ignored. Aw, see she’s a good person - with morals and things!

RR: *shakes head* She’s an angsty brat, she’s had practice.

You scurried through the house. Asgore wasn't in his room, the bathroom, nor the living room. The only spot left to check was the kitchen and he was there.

AK: Surprised he didn’t just leave the fic, it’s what I would have done. Also try ‘there he was’ sounds much better.

RR: Also try a comma between kitchen and ‘and’. Just a thought.

He appeared to be cooking something. Whatever it was, it smelled absolutely delicious.

You walked in a little more so that he could spot you.

RR: … isn’t he looking at his food? Where is Frisk walking in from? Hell, what shape is the house? Where’s the description??? It’s not hard!

RR: You walked a little further into the cheery-looking kitchen, careful not to bump yourself on one of the outstretched counters. The slap of your feet on tile alerted Asgore to your presence. He turned slightly to see you, and the corners of his lips upturned in a smile.

AK: Wow, I want to just keep reading that over and over again just to get away from the next line.

"There you are! Howdy, Frisk!" His voice was cheerful as he stuck something into the oven.

At least someone was happy to see you.

AK: Oh yes, because you’re just such poor hated little thing with no old skeleton to - I am not even finishing that.

RR: I would have been forced to make you read something worse if you had.

"Hi, papa. Watcha making?"

RR: Apostrophe and ‘h’ missing from what’cha…

AK: Nah, English doesn’t matter when trying to communicate

"Just some dinner. It's going to take all day to make."

AK: What if you need the oven for breakfast or lunch? Use your large head would you?!

Good, that meant you could go see Sans. As long as you were back for dinner, Asgore would let you go see your favorite skeleton!

A bright shade of pink began to spread across your perfectly tanned face. You didn't quite mind. Your dad knew you liked Sans more than you should and he was a little flustered. He was confused by why everyone liked him so much. Though, in the end, he agreed the two of you made a good couple and he didn't say that only because he hated him and Toriel together. He meant it.

AK: A little flustered hmm? Just a little flustered that his daughter wants to get naughty with his wife’s boyfriend?! …and he agrees with it! Wow so much is wrong with this.

RR: … I can’t… It’s too early in the fic for me to be running out of wat. Seriously, does no one have any concept of age?! Sans is Toriel’s age, and Frisk is a child! There’s not even the excuse of bullshit monster biology, children are canonically easily identifiable.

That's why you moved in. He understood you more than anyone. He knew exactly what you were going through.

AK: Why not just fall in love with him if he understands you so well, you angst ridden bitch!?

RR: Whoa, easy there. And I’m more pissed on Asgore’s behalf here. He lost his wife, but he can shove aside his upset at Sans. Et tu, Frisk?

"I'm going to go out for a bit. What time will dinner be ready?" You wished you didn't sound so innocent. Even if people thought you were,

RR: That is a perfectly normal question - what, should you ask about when you shall indulge in the feast of deadened flesh and rotting flora? I don’t get the connection.

You weren't a good person.

AK: Really?! I had no IDEA!!

RR: Shh, hon, shh. That aside… why the fuck is the comma in the previous paragraph, if this was clearly intended???

The thoughts that always swept your mind weren't normal. You were becoming obsessed with Sans and not in a good way.

RR: There’s… There’s a good way? idon’twanttoknow idon’twanttoknow

AK: Somebody find me that good way and write a decent fanfic on it.

"Alright, Frisk. Just make sure to be home before six!"

AK: “but daaad!! That’s no time to get to know anybody!!”

RR: “No, Frisk, the last time I let you do that, you were cat-fishing.”

You gave him a hug before running to leave the house. Your hand rested on the door handle before slamming it open and rushing out but you didn't make it very far.

AK: I need to learn how to slam a door open, that’s some neat stuff. Nothing like showing angst than slamming a door twice.

Smack

RR: Please tell me someone hit her.

You fell to the ground. You banged into something. What the fuck was it!? You peeked one eye open and looked up at the wall that stopped you.

AK: You banged into something? And it wasn’t Sans?! Wow.

RR: *snorts* I’m not sure we’re much better than the fic on the maturity front.

Your breathing stopped.

AK: Not for long enough, though. Sadly.

RR: Quick, Sans, you can still save yourself!

Sans.

AK: Oh wait my amazement short circuited, it was Sans, of course.

He chuckled at your clumsiness for a few seconds before extending his hand out towards you. Deja Vu. It was awkward that you counted how many times you had accepted his hand. A total of fourteen times. Each time felt better than the last.

AK: Sans, don’t be an asshole, she was coming out of the door and couldn’t see you. Yeah but that hand acceptance was a handshake… there’s a difference.

RR: We both know Frisk gets off to any kind of touch involving Sans. I doubt there’s a difference… Also, keep this in mind. I’m gonna yell a little bit later on.

So, when his boney hands touched the skin of your hand, you couldn't help but to smile and look up at him.

AK: I guess differences don’t matter when related to being turned on.

RR: Fetishes.

He tugged on you and pulled you up to your feet. You could see him clearly he was beautiful, like always.

AK: I think you mean handsome, unless he’s in his ballroom gown.

RR: Eh, no, beautiful was an older term to describe an attractive male. Not sure why Frisk is using it, but sure… Not the weirdest thing in this fic.

AK: you mean to say that Frisk is older than she acts?!

RR: The story would be thusly improved by Frisk being possibly legal, then worsened by how Frisk acts. It doesn’t get better.

His smile was real and he looked genuinely happy.

"Too bad your selfishness is going to ruin that, right? You're so obsessed you don't care what happens, as long as you end up with Sans, you don't really care if he's unhappy."

AK: Okay, Chara? Who ruined you? The Author?

RR: That’s the voice in Frisk’s head! I don’t think it’s Chara.

AK: Right, not Chara in the least.

That's not true, was the only thing you could tell yourself to stop the guilt from forming.

Sans gave you a strange glance before asking you what was wrong. You shook your head in response. You didn't want to worry him.

RR: Real descriptive.

if you told him about Chara, he would hate you! It made you wonder if he remembered your genocide route. If he did remember the whole thing, you would have to take drastic measures.

AK: Drastic measures, hey?

RR: Pfeh. “Drastic measures” my ass.

"Wanna take a shortcut, kiddo?" You nodded again. No words were able to come to mind at the moment because you were to busy staring at him to think.

AK: too* … I know, staring at somebody takes up a lot of your brain capacity.

RR: You have to get your eyes to focus right, and then processing the image, and - well, it’s a lot of work for her singular brain cell.

You wanted him all to yourself. Though, he didn't even want you, at all. The only reason he talks to you is because of Toriel and Papyrus. If it wasn't for them he probably would have killed you because you're such a fuckin sadist and a dirty brother killer!

RR: Okay. Nice of you to say. Now show me. Show. Don’t. Tell. I know it’s a staple of bad writing, but come on! And where’s the proof that he only talks to you because of Goat-Mom and the Bean?! He didn’t seem to mind talking to you earlier! And! And! If he doesn’t remember timelines, why would he kill you?! Continuity, do you have it?!

That's right, that malicious voice in your head didn't force you to kill anyone. You had gotten so pissed and so bored that you reset and took everything out on your friends. Eventually, you learned to love pain and inflicting it on there. Your dirty, rotten, cold adventure turned you into a real monster.

AK: I think they would like you better if you were an actual monster. You might have a chance with Sans!

RR: If Frisk were an actual monster, they’d be so much more pleasant to deal with. Oh, by the way~ Mini-rant incoming~

RR: Remember how many times Frisk has shaken Sans’s hand? Fourteen. Fourteen times they’ve done it, and somewhere in the middle of that, they got bored. That’s - that’s just sad. Were all the runs perfect? Did Frisk not once die, not once reset and get shoved back to the last save point? Because that’s never explained. So I’m assuming… yes. I’m not going to try and defend this Frisk. They don’t deserve it - we have zero reason to sympathize with them. And the genocide? It’s all but canon that Chara helped with that, but in this? Oh, no, that was all Frisk. They wanted the LOVE and EXP. Because they were bored of their friends and life, and pissed that Sans had the audacity to pursue someone else. Just… God, I hate this Frisk.

AK: My Bitch’dar is going crazy right now. Anybody else throw away their popcorn and run to find a toilet already?

Though, it was wrong. You were trying to change. You hadn't hurt anyone this whole timeline. Thank goodness. If Sans found out you hurt someone, he wouldn't forgive you.

RR: … I feel sick. It must be so hard to not kill anyone. Nice to know that Sans is your only reason for not doing so. Not Papyrus or Asgore, both of whom you claim to love, oh no. Just Sans.

AK: True - pffheh - True love - hahaa *snrk* Conquers a- I can’t! *cracks up*

You would break down.

Scream.

Cry

Kill.

AK: So you’d identify the problem and make it worse instead of fixing it. I knew you were a smarty!

RR: *downhill whistle and mimics an explosion*

You couldn't let him hate you, he meant way too much. It made you feel like garbage. You were so obsessed with Sans that you were becoming out of control. Almost like an animal that still needed to be tamed.

AK: … I can’t. It hurts too much.

RR: Needed to be tamed implies that you fine once. Which I call bullshit. Going feral would be better. Also presented: completely healthy relationships!

Sans started to walk forward, holding your hand. A darker shade of red formed, he didn't notice it. It would be kinda embarrassing if he did take notice of it.

AK: How do you know what he notices and doesn’t notice?! Frisk is in Sans’s head! We’re all doomed!

RR: Shhh, Frisk is omnipotent.

He squeezed tighter as he rounded the corner of the humongous house.

RR: what house? We’re in a void

Bam.

AK: WHERE’S THE GUNSHOT?! AND THE CORPSE?!

RR: IS IT OVER?!

We were at Toriel's.

RR: Damn.

Sans's magic was amazing He was amazing. You smiled at his strength.

AK: Especially that whole one HP.

That was another reason why you loved him. Not only was he funny, kind, an amazing brother, and a good friend but he was also strong enough to kill if he had too. He was strong enough to punish you.

RR: NONONONO! GODNO! NOPE, UH-UH, NOTOKAY, NOPENOPENOPE! NOPUNISHMENTSABORTABORT

AK: Honey honey, shhhh! Don’t worry! It gets worse!

RR: *whimpers* I know.

"Wow, nice shortcut, chuckles." You mentally laughed at that perfect nickname.

AK: Chuckles. Like a child naming their first dog.

RR: Real creative there, kiddo.

You could see him trying to hold back a laugh but he failed. He chuckled a bit. Not a full blown laugh but it was something.

RR: … you called him Chuckles. That’s barely worth a snort in anyone with actual humor.

"That's what you're callin me these days, kid? That pretty humerus." A classic Sans moment. It was perfect.

AK: And we’re back with puns that aren’t even worthy of a ‘you tried’.

RR: *You failed.

His joke was so bad but knowing it came from him made it so much better. If it was made by someone else you would have found it pathetic. Though, him, nothing about him could ever be pathetic.

RR: Pointing out your own flaws doesn’t make them better.

"I guess. Unless, you want me to call you Mr. Boner!"

AK: OKAY. Where’s the trash bin?! I need to visit it because I have a big delivery!

RR: *laugh-sobs* It comes up again.

"Frisk,watch your language! " Despite it being a inappropriate joke, he still thought it was funny and once again laughed but it was louder this time. You weren't sure if it was the joke or the disbelief of what you just said. You found both funny and laughed with him.

AK: “Watch your language!” As he encourages that behavior. 10/10 father figure.

RR: Do as he says, not as he does? Who am I kidding, Frisk would rather have him do her. Also, should be ‘an inappropriate joke’. That lack of an ‘n’ is inappropriate.

AK: Once again, fuck English for being so damn rulediculous - I’m sorry I saw the opportunity.

"Thanks for dealing with me, Sans."

RR: He gets paid in Toriel.

He released your hand and looked at you right into the eyes.

"No problem, kid. Nothing can get under my skin."

AK: And I almost thought it would get serious for a moment there. *sigh*

Another pun. So, that meant he was in a good mood.

"You'll probably ruin it, though. Don't deny that either."

AK: Chara, your bullshit comments have no purpose, just admit that you’re a sad throwaway character and shut up.

RR: Shh, let them pretend. This is the best we’re getting out of this chapter, and all it is, is an unnamed voice.

AK: Fine.

Stupid voice, was the only thing you responded with. It didn't reply back.

Good.

AK: WHO THE DICKENS IS WHO?!

RR: I thought we stopped asking that?

AK: Well I’m still confused!

You didn't need it ruining your day. A day with Sans. Maybe, just maybe, Today would be the day you could get between Sans and Toriel. You hoped so. Watching them further their relationship made you want to gag.

RR: Haha. Ha. You’re so sweet.

Ugh.

You would sabotage them eventually.

RR: What the fuck is wrong with this child.

AK: Bet if she got a therapist, the therapist would suicide.

For now, you just wanted to enjoy Sansy's presence.

RR: Sansy. *war flashbacks*

Nothing would ruin Today. You would make sure of that. No matter what it took.

RR: Well, must be a special holiday if the ‘t’ is capitalized that.

RR: … Wait, was that supposed to be threatening?

In order for everything to go normally, you needed to act as if you happy for them. Don't let them find out the reason behind your sudden move in with Asgore that occurred two weeks ago.

Act sweet.

Be fake.

AK: Because that works

Make them think that you're still that good girl from the first few timelines. You could never act like that naturally but you were a good actor.

If you weren't becoming a goddamn yandere, everything would have been fine. Though, you kinda were.

AK: Well at least we know she can identify the problem, however, that is a huge understatement.

RR: I… I don’t understand that second sentence. Kinda were… what? And Frisk, sweetie… *points to my favorite yanderes* You’re not even a fuckin’ drop in the barrel .

AK: I don’t think the author understood it when they wrote it.

RR: I think they have their own special subset of English.

Hiding your deep breath, you opened the front door of Toriel's house. This was your chance to prove yourself to Sans.

AK: You know I have to wonder if she ever thought about what Toriel would think of her stealing her boyfriend.

RR: You imply she thinks.

"Be good, little Frisky."

AK: I did not call for a FriskxVoiceinherhead so don’t.

RR: noooo, nonono, it’s better than SansxFrisk in this WE CAN STILL SAVE SANS

You had to be. If you wanted Sans to return the feeling you had for him, then you were going to have to prove you were worth the time and effort.

AK: OH MY GOD WE’RE DONE !! FINISHED!! I CAN GO TAKE A BATH AND FORGET!!!

RR: Haha, no we’re not. Still got some chapters to go.

AK: *sobs*

RR: *pats your head* Don’ worry, it’ll get beeeeett… um. Something. It’ll get something. Something might actually happen.

AK: Reassuring!!

RR: Do you want me to lie?

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