Flowey: OnO

...that

Sans: No one to bail you out.

Flowey: GDI

Dogamy: And thank god, they left.

Undyne: ...uh, where'd they run off to?

Sans: They said they wanted to meet the king.

Undyne: FFFFFFF--

Sans: Wow, what's on your mind?

Undyne: ...nothing.

* Hotland.

Frisk: Man, it's quiet here.

????????: HELLO DARLING

Frisk: oh crap who's there

Mettaton: OOH YOU'RE A HUMAN

QUICK SOMEONE GET A CAMERA

Frisk: WTF A RECTANGLE *runs away* WHAT IS HAPPENING