"God dammit!" Dave groaned. "Where's my fucking shirt?" He searched around in his room some more. The shirt that he was originally going to wear was missing. And Dave was currently in the middle of his room, with only a pair of pants and boxers on. He was dripping wet from the shower he just took.
"I'm not going to wear a fucking different shirt," he mumbled. "I'm gonna find that fucking thing whether it kills me or not."
He marched downstairs, avoiding Bro's room. Lil Cal was in there, and he didn't want to run into the deranged puppet.
Then he stopped. "Wait… why would it fucking be downstairs!" he grumbled to himself.
Then he heard a familiar cackle. The only cackle that could belong to the one and only Terezi Pyrope.
"Tz?" he gasped, quickly walking back downstairs.
It's been at least three months since he's seen Terezi, and to Dave, it felt like years.
Dave quickly ran to wear he heard the cackling. Hopefully it wasn't just his imagination.
"Tz!" he yelled hopefully. He rounded a corner, into the kitchen, but there was nobody there. He tried the other rooms, but they were empty as well.
He sighed sadly. "Guess it was my imagination…" he mumbled, walking upstairs glumly.
When Dave opened his door, his eyes widened.
There, in the middle of his room, was Terezi, wearing the shirt that he was going to wear today. It seemed as if it was the only thing she actually wore.
"Tz," Dave breathed, smiling happily, but giving her an odd stare.
Terezi grinned and cackled. "H3Y D4V3!" she greeted. "GU3SS 1 SHOULD G3T OUT OF YOUR SH1RT, SHOULDN'T 1?"