taffy: (looks away from rouxls like that one monkey meme)
anyway
WOO
I JUST GOT ENGAGED!

stars: gaster's luna's real dad-
taffy: ,,0'w'0,,
(he reads rouxls mind after he calms down bc something aint right

taffy: (almost dies from exitement) (he hands you the ring)
{+D+ HELL YEAH! WOO!}
stars: rouxls.. did gaster never tell you-

stars: (mumbling) steve's not her-
taffy: will you please marry me ,,.w.,,

stars: she's got her fathers ja- I SAID NOTHING
(he's reffering to gaster)
taffy: oh uh
i have something i want to ask-

chara: (shows you her bandaged fingers)
yup
taffy:...
hun?
where did that come from? (he's got a playful smile)

(his... why would she cover his face-)
papy: yep!
(the grownups come home)
comet: serif, did you behave?
serif: ya!
taffy: (hugs you) hi .D.

papy: yesterday he showed me a ring and said he was going to give it to you UvU
he said the pretty jewell on it reminds him of you

papy: oh
did you know mister taffy wants to marry you one day .v.
he says your really nice and pretty

(AAAAAAH)

chara: (hands out bags of goldfish papy filled)
papy: (offers you a bag) .v.

(i never thought of that-)
papy: STOOOOOOOOOOP
(the babies settle down)
i-if you behave for the babysitter-
i'll...
i'll give you goldfish!
(he's a sweet kid)

(aaaaaactually)
(what rools doesn't know is loona's one of gaster's failed expiraments injected into him)
(he tried to use a modified luna moth egg to plant a parasite in rouxls)
luna: .w.
nebula: .0. bithch
serif: bithch!
chaud: bethch
(next thing she knows, ALL the babies are copying her)
(don't blame 'em)
(they're just babies)
(normal babies-)

(she's as intellagent as a 5 year old, but pretents not to be lmao)
loona: (more angry babbling)
(as soon as jewell turns around) bithch!

stars beats the living hell out of luster

loona: (angry babbling)

jewell's watching the little kids
litterally the oldest is papy
who's 6
she has to stop loona from biting everyone tho-

(im busyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)

stars: n o
(he's still kinda mad at jewell btw)
(anyway so rools got beat up by gaster afterwards-)
(and i gtg)

gaster: but nobody came...
(she won't text back)
(wait... something's wrong with the mysteryman-)
(his eyes...)
(they look off)
(like he's... possesed by himself?)

gaster: (he grins)
(i'm imagining him with one of those fanged cheshire cat grins)
(i can't spell-)

gaster: dean's up for adoption
(you feel like you got stabbed)
(emotianally)