badda bing badda boom (man we do a lot of threads)

[boogerman]

Pitch is nuts. Both Dreemurrs must know this by now. Sometimes he pops in without so much as a Chatsy warning dragging in strange gifts, mostly in the last year or so. Look at him, feeling comfortable at last after four good years of friendship.

So, when he pops out in the middle of their kitchen (oozing out of a cabinet a six-foot man can't fit in without violating the laws of physics) with a humongous box of stolen fireworks, that's normal, see.

It's the Fourth of July. You two live in America. Time to blow up your yard!!

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[dustless]

A damn good thing. There's half a city between where the Dreemurr's lived and Undyne's place; who knows who else she could've harmed just for being in the way?


Nobody is picking up.

"We should go back," Frisk says urgently, even as their mom shakes her head.

"You will not be going back. It is not your responsibility--"

"But I need to!"

[boogerman]

Any children out watching fireworks who happen to believe get the lightshow to end all lightshows tonight, as something else is in the sky... A ship the size of a school, floating up, all made of sand and glowing gold against the night sky.

Sandy needs somewhere to lie Seraphina down for a long rest, after all. He doesn't dare let her wake... not yet, not for a long time. What other option is there? She's likely killed tonight and can't be set free to do it a third time.

There is no such thing as therapy for the likes of Mother Nature. He drifts up towards his mobile home, carrying her on a cloud of sand as she dreams away. Dreams of better days...