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[determinedest]

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[sciencelizard]

N-No, I mean, the p-punchline of most of Undyne's, uhm, pranks i-is the person dying. So, uhm, it's p-probably not safe. Chara, uh, a-at least hasn't killed a-anyone though, uh, pranks yet.

I bet I c-can get Undyne to, uh, replace s-some of the more, deadly aspects t-though. She's r-really good, uhm, at digging pitfalls.

[determinedest]

Oh.

[That's.........a very valid point.]

Well, maybe we'll stick to nonlethal. That's, um, probably best.

[Yeah, they still remember Undyne's idea for a "puzzle". A line of receptacles you're meant to puke into, right?]

[sciencelizard]

Yeah... s-she could be good at it, but uh. She just, uhm, n-needs someone to check up on her s-stuff.

[She smiles, a little gently.] She's... p-plenty good at other things, though, s-so it's fine.

[determinedest]

Like suplexing boulders?

[Just because she can! Or suplexing skeletons. Or...suplexing anyone. Including Frisk.]

She's pretty strong, at least. So if we need anything heavy lifted, I guess...

[sciencelizard]

Yeah. E-Exactly like that.

[It's endearing, when she's not trying to murder someone. It's still a little endearing even then.]

That c-could, uh, be r-really useful though. Maybe-- oh! What if we got Undyne to lift Sans' bed when he's sleeping? A-And put him on the roof!

[determinedest]

Oh my gosh!

[They clap both hands over their mouth, delighted.]

That's brilliant. He wouldn't even wake up, you know how heavy of a sleeper he can be!

[sciencelizard]

Yeah! H-He'd just wake up outside, a-all of a sudden!

[She devolves into a fit of giggles.]

We gotta s-save that one! For something, uh, r-really big. Keep it f-for when we really need to get him.

[determinedest]

And make sure it's not rainy or anything.

[Or that would be way less fun of a prank.]

The beds here aren't bolted to the floors, are they?

[sciencelizard]

... Oh. A-Are they?

[She thinks for a second.]

W-Well, you can get bolts out! With some, uh, m-muscle and a few great tools. I bet w-we can figure it out. Maybe I c-can make a robot to do that...

[determinedest]

I don't know, actually.

[They haven't checked Sans's bed. He might be the kind of person to bolt the bed to the floor, but they kind of doubt it.]

We can figure it out if we need to. It's a good idea!

[sciencelizard]

Yeah! We can f-figure this out.

... Ooh, y-you know what else we should do? What if w-we stapled his sheets down. S-So he couldn't get under them!

[determinedest]

That's great!

[If they did it while he was asleep, he could probably just teleport out or something. But that's even better.]

Plastic wrap outside his door, or superglue in the lining of his jacket! Stuff like that!

[sciencelizard]

O-Oh man, if we put glue in his jacket, i-it would stick to his ribs... that w-would be hilarious!

[She's laughing, gripping to desk to keep from toppling over. This is pure gold. Something has been Awakened.]

What if w-we took all his pillows, and then f-filled his closet with them, so when he went to get a new one, there's a pillow avalanche!

[determinedest]

[Wow, Undyne was right. Alphys really does infuse everything she does with passion! And it's amazing.

Now Frisk is laughing. They're laughing so hard their sides hurt.]

Or like, with those little plastic balls you find in ball pits, just fill every cupboard with them!

[sciencelizard]

Yeah! R-Replace everything in his clothes drawers with t-those!

[She can't stop laughing. The idea of Sans suddenly being swamped with ballpit balls is just too much, especially because he might literally have to cough them up if they get stuck in his ribs. The thought of Sans opening his mouth and foam balls coming out, like a pez dispenser, is the funniest thing she's ever thought of.]

We could p-put pudding in his slippers! That w-would feel so terrible!

[determinedest]

[Frisk is practically cackling now at the mental picture.]

You're really good at this! I think we could make this a mansion-wide thing, even! We've got too many good ideas for just one skeleton!

[sciencelizard]

R-Really?

[She's never... considered herself good at anything like this. Then again, she never considers herself much good at anything.]

W-Well... yeah! We could pull a l-lot of people into this! I bet they'd enjoy it.

[determinedest]

I mean, we get some pretty wild events? It might be good for unwinding a little bit!

[sciencelizard]

Well... true.

[She stops and giggles.]

W-Worth a shot!

[determinedest]

Exactly!

[Frisk giggles again, then takes one last look at the robots Alphys has some truly wicked plans for.]

I'll, um...I can leave you to it. Plus I should probably make sure Sans hasn't gotten us again since I was gone.

[sciencelizard]

Okay! I'm gonna, uhm, g-get these ready. I'm gonna push s-so many under Sans' door.

[She looks... almost determined, but absolutely happy. Frisk, you're such a good kid.]

Good l-luck! I hope, uhm, you c-catch whatever he does before it gets you.

[determinedest]

Maybe he'll turn me blue.

[They don't sound too bothered by it, though. Rather, they find themselves almost anticipating his retaliation.]

Let me know if you need any help, though!

[sciencelizard]

Of c-course! I'll see you soon!

[She goes back to tinkering with the small robots, assuming Frisk can let themselves out. The first one she already finished is wheeling around their feet, and knocks gently against the wall by the door, as if trying to help.]