Sicktember Day 3: Con Crud - Undertale

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Alphys lamented as she slid a sore, heavy arm to the box of tissues. It defied explanation. If her head didn’t feel so stuffed, she might have tried to form a few theories on the matter but as she understood it right now, human illnesses weren’t supposed to affect monsters! Although even base reptiles could get respiratory infections. The point was it was a depressing way to end her first Surface anime convention.

She had tried valiantly to stay optimistic…even with Undyne out of town, unable to go with her…and nonhuman ticket prices had been driven up to deter monster attendance…and none of the other congoers were remotely interested in Mew Mew Kissy Cutie…Why did it all have to go so wrong?

The next time she had to wipe her face, it wasn’t all mucus. Heaving a feeble, shuddering breath, she squeezed her eyes shut. Crying would make it even harder to breathe.

“Yo, sis! I got your ramen here!” M.K. called from the door, though he looked sheepish as he nudged a bowl on a tray with his foot. “I mean, it’s kinda spilled all over the tray now but you can still eat it, ri—Hey, you okay?”

“…M’fine.”

“You sure?” When she didn’t confirm, M.K. swayed uncertainly from one foot to the other. “Uh…I-I can take it to the living room instead if you want the TV. Y’know, to watch your cutie cat show.”

Alphys sniffed thickly, running a claw down her face, and M.K. wondered if it was a dumb suggestion but at last she nodded. “T-That’d be nice…Thank you. Y-You don’t mind?”

“Nah, ’course not! Watch how fast I’ll go!”

“Wait, c-careful, don’t slip—”

“Wha-ahhh!”

Turns out laughing made it harder to breathe too but it was worth it.