Random Reference Squad ft. Undertale Cast! The Sequel.

Veinte: #SquadPlague

7:26 AM

Mettaton walked into the bedroom to find May still in bed. Sure, she was out very late last night, but she was never sleeping this "late". She lifted her head up, her eyes barely open. All it took was one sound for Mettaton to realize she was not feeling okay. He snatched the trash can out of the corner and placed it in her lap. Sitting next to her in bed, he slowly and gently massaged her back. "Must have been something I ate last night," Mettaton grabbed a pink back pillow so May could sit upright and still sleep comfortably. This was not the first time she had an upset stomach. It brought back horrible memories. She had a painful recovery after getting her appendix removed. The worst part: There was absolutely nothing he could do to help! Well, at least he could be extremely helpful today. Time to start making tea, lots and lots of tea.

7:48 AM

Mettaton returned to the room to find May laying face down on the back pillow. She had slid down onto the bed. He corrected her position to have her back against the pillows and handed her some tea. After a few sips, she set the mug down on her nightstand and resumed her snooze. Mettaton used this as a chance to call Dr. Alphys. "Hey, May has a bit of an upset stomach right now, could you just come over and check to see if there's something wrong?" "S-sorry...no," "What do you mean no?" "I-I'm b-busy helping take care of the other squad members," They're all sick? What did they eat at that party?

8:03 AM

Papyrus was on his way to April's room to give her some tea when he saw Jimena was laying on the couch. At first, he couldn't see her, but he could hear her groaning softly. As he leaned over to get a better view, he could see her on the phone, clearly in discomfort. "No, I understand Jessie. I'm not feeling good either," she sat up in an attempt to relieve the pain. "Yeah, it was definitely something from the party. I'd investigate, but whoever the host was is probably getting sued by enough people already. Plus I'm not officially a lawyer just yet. Not until I get a Ph.D. from Harvard. Anyway, we can just postpone our casserole plans to tomorrow...oh, ok then. Monday. Bye," she hung up and saw Papyrus. "Never thought of you as an eavesdropper," she commented jokingly. Paps stopped dead in his tracks " I WAS NOT TRYING TO, I AM SO SORRY. APRIL IS SICK TO, I WAS JUST WORRIED!" Jimena forgot how literal Paps could be, and instantly felt bad. " I was just joking Paps, no hard feelings. Wait... April is sick too? I heard Maddie complaining to Stephen when they were leaving last night. I hope she's ok. I'll go check....ugh!" She tried to stand up and instantly collapsed in the couch. "DON'T STAND! I WILL HELP!" Jimena rubbed her temples. "The first thing you could do is to stop yelling,"  

8:09 AM

Papyrus walked up the stairs to the next floor. On the way to see April, he cracked open the door to Maddie's room to check on the little cat mom. He saw a black tail poking out of a little cat tree in the corner. An irritated meow indicated that he should probably leave her alone. In his best whisper voice, he said: "Not feeling too good?" He was greeted with an even louder and more irritated meow. "Got it...enough said." He knocked on the next door and heard a weak, far away gag.  He cracked open the door to see Stephen's head deep into his trashcan. He didn't even bother to look up. "Please... No more meatballs." Paps had no clue if that was some weird fever dream or if Stephen really didn't want meatballs. But he had more pressing matters at hand. April, Jimena, Maddie, and Stephen were all sick?! This was not good. Unsurprisingly, the twins were in the bathroom, not only with upset stomachs but most definitely hung over. Hiding in the cabinets, were Maddie's cats, most likely sent to keep an eye on them. Now, to give April her tea. He entered her room to find her holding both her head and her stomach. "Hola," just by her voice, he could tell she wasn't feeling well. He held the mug up to her mouth. Oh wow. She took most of that in just one huge gulp. "Thank you," She lay back down. "I'm gonna go check on Cleo in the basement. Everyone so far seems to be sick." April responded by taking another small sip and letting her head rest against the pillows. Paps opened the door to see Cleo in her chair, full fetal position. She has one hand on the rocker and the other on her stomach. Paps said as softly as he could. "You too?" Cleo just gave a subtle nod. "Maddie and Steve are both sick, I'm sick, and Nathaniel is at work right now. Who's taking care of the babies?" Paps could only think of one person. " You might not care, but everyone else is not going to like my idea. " 

9:15 AM 

Sans was elbow deep in diapers, rattles, and baby food when Paps checked in on him for what seemed like the millionth time. " Heyyyyyy Sans... Hows everyth--". Sans was in the middle of shaking a toy to distract one of the babies when he snapped back. " Bro I got this. Stop worrying about me and take care of your lady!"