Lag: Me and Neg are likes Stripes parents, which is good since that means Stripes can bond with Neg's gang.

Stripes: do they know about this?

Lag: Well, Neg doesn't. Not yet, at least.

Neg: I'm gonna be honest, I've been manipulating you guys this entire time.

Scythe, Stab, Knife: What!?

Neg: Yeah, it's very fucking easy

Scythe: I don't think we're that easy to manipulate.

Neg: Really? Okay. You have horrible mommy issues, trauma, and all I had to do was fucking make your lunch before I made mine and you were ready to die and kill for me.

Neg: Knife is horribly traumatized to the point that he can't blink without getting some flashback, and honestly it just took a hug and a headpat

Neg: Stab is fucking insane due to what they went through, so it also wasn't that hard.

Neg: I'm starting to feel bad at how easy it was at this point.

Art, speaking through a door: Sprin!? what are you doing!?

Sprin, climbing into Lag's void: Sorry Art! can't hear you! there's a door in the way :)

Scar: One time, Death was flirting with me and i panicked and started blurting out facts about dying.

Scar: And I still got a date.

Neg: oh, it's you, here to jeer at me?

Lag: No.

Lag: Maybe- What the fuck does jeer mean?

Art: I'm glad we can hang out, I'm starting to think some of my other friends want to hurt me.

Lag, who did not invite Art but is way too tired: Which ones?

Art: All of them. They all want me dead. So far Sprin has been the only one brave enough to try anything.

Art: They tried to stab me in my sleep. But I'm still here, so he must've failed

Lag: Or maybe you're a God who chooses to act "human" to try and befriend people or else your isolation will drive you to a depressed insanity, so maybe a fucking kitchen knife won't kill you.

Lag: And you're bleeding all over my floor.

Stripes: I hate gay people.

Chara: We were making out like 5 seconds ago.

Stripes: Okay???

Chara: It is so fun to hang out with my aus, I'm finally never the saddest or most insane person in the room!

Stripes: ...what were they like?

Pos: What?

Stripes: Neg.. before the apple, what was he like?

Pos: I-I.. uh, well...

Stripes: Forget it, i shouldn't have asked.

Stripes, as they're walking away and wiping unshed tears: Who am I even sad for?

*Oh the pain of missing someone you never knew!!*

Pick: Stripes has a fucking criminal record, look at this shit. "Arson, Vandalism, Trespassing, Physical Assault-"

Stripes, overlapping: Come on, do we really have to do this-

Pick, continuing: "Shoplifting, Pickpocketing, Grand Theft Auto-" You were fucking 12, how the fucking can you be stealing cars at 12??

Stripes: When you know the right people? Wait a minute, don't you have two criminal records? From the surface and the underground?

Pick: ...

Pick, burning Stripes' criminal record: Good point.

Chara: Oh! Oh! Do mine! The surface one please, i didn't do anything Underground

Pick: You don't have one. you don't even have a birth certificate. You're not off the grid or legally dead, you legally don't even exist.

Chara: Oh yeah, i forgot.