@allesiathehedge told ya I was going to do something for Alphys’ birthday… even tho it’s a week late… Hope you don’t mind >.<’
I tried to use your designs for the characters… but I started doing this before you posted that little comic on Alphys’ birthday, so she has no pretty dress.. sorry ‘bout that..
This comic has, like, the best Papyrus I ever drew… Also, was the first time I drew Asgore, and Toriel (if you don’t count that time I drew Altertale Toriel). Drawing baby poses is so hard for me… I don’t even know why, it just seems like everything I try is unnatural… Hope I got at least 40% good poses in this.
they spent their days with their respective partners, received gifts and an overload of texts, ranging from “happy birthday!” to “give your brother a fucking hug for once.”
(promptly returned with a grudging “thanks” or a blunt “fuck off.”)
it was like this for years: andrew and neil sharing lazy kisses as they watched some shit show, katelyn and aaron holding hands and exchanging soft “i love you”s under the covers
it was simple.
until, of course, it wasn’t
no one knew why the rest of the foxes had chosen this birthday, why they absolutely insisted when asking neil and katelyn’s permission, but they put up one hell of an argument anyway
katelyn nodded eventually. “i think it’d be good for aaron.”
neil just shrugged. “whatever. it’s not my fault if anything happens to you guys.”
which is how nicky ended up calling aaron, telling him that he needed a ride back to his place since he was too wasted to drive, and allison calling andrew, telling him neil set one of their cats on fire by accident.
“why do you even need me to pick you up from neil’s place, get a fucking ca–wait, why are you even at neil’s place?”
“is that nicky’s voice? the fuck, reynolds?”
they both grunted their responses and seemed well beyond irritated, but it got them to show up no more than twenty minutes later at the door, realization dawning on both their faces once the door opened
instead of a burning neil+cats, or a wasted beyond belief nicky, there was a beaming dan, a good amount of foxes, a few vixens and trojans, and a shitload of food and drink, and a “happy birthday” sign taped sloppily over one of the beverage tables
worst of all, however, were the faces of their respective partners in one corner of the room, not looking the least bit repentant
but before anyone was killed, or one of the twins decided to run for it, they were hauled inside
“happy birthday, you fucking weirdos! we love you!”
silence followed for almost a solid two minutes, and no one dared to say anything
neil was staring hard at andrew, and katelyn bit her bottom lip, as if anticipating an outburst
but instead, they saw a quick, shared glance between the brothers, a short nod from aaron, a barely there smirk from andrew
and together, a quiet “yeah. thanks.”
and just like that, the world seemed a bit more right
they were not happy, per se, but they were here
they survived and they are living and they are loved
and that’s more than they could have ever asked for