Willow yawned, bored and tired.
Sans and Papyrus had been out for a while now, "poker night", apparently, with their other counterparts. And this left Willow at home, bored out of her mind. Absolutely nothing available to do. It was days like these that she wished that she had more friends to hang out with.
She was so close to finally falling asleep when the doorbell rung. Groaning, she got up and mentally cursed whoever it was.
Behind the door was a woman, who looked oddly enough like her that they could've been related, holding a box, staring at her suspiciously.
"You aren't Classic." She stated, eying Willow.
"No but I am his wife. Is there something I can help you with?" She crossed her arms, wondering how she knew Sans.
"Yeah, Classic told Red, my husband, to tell me to drop this off." She handed the box over, "My name is River, I guess we're family now."
Red suddenly looked up from the computer, "Hey, classic, you told your wife of yours that I was having mine drop something off, right?"
Classic looked up, frowning, "I think I-i- oh shit." Panic was clearly written across is face, it was obvious in the way his eyelights switched off and frantically pulled out his phone, hoping that willow would answer him.
"Wow." Mutt muttered, shaking his head. "You're totally whipped."
"Well so-orry for loving my wife and wanting to keep her happy!" he snapped, "shit she's not answering!"
Red howled with laughter at his tale counterparts bad luck.
"I'm just gonna… hope that she isn't mad with me when I get home."
"Do you believe in dragons?"
"Oh my god yes."
The couch had been completely taken apart, the cushions being used as walls for the two's pillow fort. They laid, cuddling close together, in a nest of blankets and pillows with Willows laptop on their laps, watching El Dorado. This was their third time watching it.
It was nearing three in the morning when Sans had finally gotten home, a nervous wreck since Willow didn't call him at all. He wondered if she was giving him the silent treatment, or if she had just left.
Just as he pushed his key into the door, he got a text from Red.
[River isn't home, has she said anything to you?] dread filled his soul. Oh stars, Willow decided she liked women more and ran off with River.
[no, I havent heard anything. Willow still hasn't said anything.] he sent before opening the door. It was dark, the only light coming from the tv. From what he could see, though, the house looked like a hurricane had came through. He pinched the bridge of his nose area and sighed.
She left him, and the house absolutely wrecked. He wondered how he was going to tell Papyrus. Flipping the light on, he saw that the house wasn't actually that bad, there was just a ton of ketchup and mustard bottles littering the ground. Looking into the living room, he could see a collapsed pillow fort, and two pairs of legs sticking out of it.
He snorted, relieved, and sent a picture of them to Red.
[found them]
