"We want you alphabetically in order as of your last names," a man explains.
I head straight for the back. Alphys goes somewhere in the middle and I spot the skelebros walking nearer to the front. The line goes on for hours, each person being individually taken into a small room off of the side. It's maddeningly slow. I bite the skin off of my lip as the time goes on until eventually, they get to me.
"Please follow me," the man waves.
I walk into the small room. It's white and a large camera faces one wall.
"I just need to get some neutral shots and clips of you," he says. "So you can just stand there and look at the wall behind me here."
I do as he says, standing with my legs together looking unsmilingly at the wall. I resist the urge to fiddle my tail and wag it around. One of my ears twitches slightly.
"Ok thanks," He fiddles with his camera. "Now just one posing shot, whatever you want."
I hold my arms and look reclusively at the camera. There's a clicking sound and he indicates for me to leave.
"Thank you."
I walk out and go back to the dorm. I pick up a book from my drawer and read from where I left off.
'When all the blood in Sophie's body had returned to its proper place, the two went on, quicker now, for fear of the rising sun.
"The filing cabinets had locks on them,' she said. "Do you think I could hammer them open?"
"Non," said Matteo. "The whole of Paris would hear you."
"Damn. How else then?" She said. "Could I crow-bar them open?"
"But you pick the lock, of course."
"How? Ouch!"
Sophie's nose met Matteo's foot. They were crawling over the peaked roof of a butcher's shop, and Matteo had stopped to stare at her.
"You've never picked a lock?" He sounded genuinely incredulous. "I thought it was... I don't know, like breathing. I thought everybody could."
"Why would I know how to pick a lock?"
"Really? You really don't know? I can do it with my teeth."
"For goodness sake, no, I don't!" They were in sight of Hotel Bost now.'
"Hiya," Undyne climbs in. "Ready for the after-party? It's gonna be wicked cool!"
"That's hours away," I shrug.
"You gonna bring a date?" She winks.
"I have a date with my books," I glare.
I take my book and sit in the window hole. I read for two hours. It gets to the point where the girls are pulling me down and forcing me out the door to play table tennis with them.
