Because I haven't been in this group for a while, I was thinking that I should promote 3 people to moderator so that they can take care of the group when I am away. If you want to become moderator, then post a comment here, and whoever I think I can trust (or the first 3 people) then I will promote them. :3

ok but underswap with
grillby - papyrus
mettaton - temmie
alphys - flowey
undyne - sans
toriel - froggit

ok but is mettaton x papyrus a thing bc it's cute


also i'm trash like alphys

I was bored, so here's a story... :3

A few swipes of the sharp blade, and he was cut down. Mettaton knelt before me. Limbs were strewn across the room, rogue wires crackling, and the faint sound of spluttering and beeping interrupted the thick silence. He pleaded to me, voice cracking every now and again. “Darling, please don’t do this. There’s plenty of other stuff to do down here, rather than going on a massive murder spree. The Underground needs me – and you aren’t proving anything if you kill me, or anyone. Why are you even doing this? What is the point?“ He then broke down, whimpering like a lost puppy. By that point I had heard enough. A place inside of me understood him, but that was overwhelmed with the thought of the finale – beating Asgore.
I looked down on the limbless, sobbing Mettaton. It was such a pity to see him go. Not. I kicked his leg across the floor – metal against metal. It made a jaw-grinding screech, and he winced. I laughed. His grief and pain was hilarious. Vulnerable, downcast and timid – he was only an empty shell of what he used to be. He was still rambling, this time his voice wavering sorrowfully, when I pressed my finger against his cold face. He shut up. I let the silence drown us for a few moments, before speaking in a menacing whisper. “Your vanity will get you nowhere. There will be no mercy. Not for you, not for anyone. Now be a good boy and let me kill you.”
He started screaming, his eyes flickering in the overwhelming darkness. He called and called again and again for help, but to no avail. Nobody came. I raised the blade above my head, and brought it down hard on his battery chamber. He let out a dull, strangled moan, and his eyes faded into nothingness. He wore a dead expression that stared into the dark void. I was triumphant, again, but I still had a lust for blood. Now off to murder Asgore.
ONLY ONE LEFT.

Yes I know it's bad. :P