Fate found herself tied up in a closet, actually, it wasn't the Author's closet, she was borrowing it, without anyone knowing.

Said Author was throwing a few Skittles into her mouth and wearing a very heavy duty glove, with a wriggling bag next to her.

"Hi Fate Idiot! I really shouldn't be here and I really shouldn't be doing this but I've been eating too many Skittles recently and attempting to read Undertale fanfics while under their influence!" The Author squeaked out as she bounced in place. "So, I am going to leave you a present and go before anyone finds me, bye! "

The Author dumped the bag in the closet and she locked it, giggling as she heard the sounds of an Axetale Temmie free itself, before she took off down the hallway, singing that annoying song at the top of her lungs.

And this ladies and gentlemen, is why I should never be under the influence of sugar, sleepy and inspired.

Because this happens.

And I really should stop eating Skittles, if this is the aftermath...

I don't own anything, not even the Axetale Temmie, which is a shame....