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The nights have been feeling much longer than usual, as if there was something or someone beyond any of the darkners’ comprehension, or perhaps it was just another trick that Battat’s brain has been playing on him. He had been struggling to get a nice long rest ever since he started taking the role as the unofficial owner of Mike's room.
He’s thankful that his friends actually started to assist him with the endeavors of discovering the secrets behind whoever the hell Mike was. Along with helping play the role, with them taking his place as Tenna’s little helper from time, he’s been extremely thankful for their help.
Unfortunately for him, he’s the only one awake from the crew right now, and Tenna had already started to give commands for Mike to start working today. He hadn’t even had coffee yet for god’s sake, can’t he at least have a BIT of a break. Well at least taking on this role led to him getting a massive pay increase, and being able to attempt another mystery has been a thrilling challenge.
“Mike!! Can you get me a cup of coffee.. New episode of Asgore’s favourite show is premiering in just a couple of hours! We want this performance to be absolutely flawless, and we can’t do that without a daily cup of joe! Am I right folks?”
He lets out a sigh, puts on the stuffy ol costume, and starts walking to the green room. Immediately when he opens the door, he proceeds to spot pippins bickering to one another. ‘Those assholes really don’t give a flying fuck about anything else other then drama,of course,’ Battat thinks to themself, rolling his eyes behind their mask.
“Hey, the hell are you little guys doing here, bickering it up? SCRAM!.”
Well, his yelling solved that problem at least, no more need to deal with the other pippins anymore, now he just needed to get to Ramb and start to-
“Are you in need of anything Luv?”
Battat jumped a bit when he heard Ramb, god he was such a coward. Of course Ramb already knew he was in here, what else had he been expecting with an entrance like that. Was his sleep schedule affecting his critical thinking skills THIS much?!?
“Just here to get my good ol pal Tenna, a nice cup of cinnamony butterscotch flavored coffee! Now where did you guys put the coffee maker,everytime I head back here, it’s in a completely different place!”
“Oh It’s in the back here Luv! Would you like for me to get the coffee ready for you?”
Well at least it makes his job a tad easier.
“Thank ya for helpin Ramb, it means alot.”
“Oh you don’t need to thank me at all Luv! I’m known as the ‘Drink guy’ around here for a reason.”
Guess he’s finally able to bring Tenna his drink.
He leaves the green room, and heads over to Tenna’s room so he can finish the assigned task. He starts knocking, no answer. Strange, usually whenever Tenna hears someone even remotely close to his door, he immediately dashes over and tries to say hello. Maybe he somehow didn’t hear it. He knocks on the door again, a touch louder this time, still no answer.
Battat slowly creaks the door open.
“You alright boss?”
Still no response, better just take a peak at this point.
When Battat looks inside he sees Tenna sleeping at his desk, he’s out cold. Didn’t he remember that he has an important show to get ready for today? Whatever, he’ll just put down the coffee here and head out. He was starting to get quite sleepy as well, perhaps one of his friends could take his place while he would take a well deserved nap.
Yet when he was about to place the cup down, he started to feel an incredibly deep sense of dread, almost the exact same amount he feels whenever those hallucinations start popping up. He really is going fucking insane.
Battat places the coffee down next to Tenna and starts heading towards Mike's room, where he can finally take a nice long nap.
When he opens the door he immediately spots his friends Pluey and Jongler having a deep and thorough discussion about cats, with Jongler being the only one actually talking, and Pluey just providing music.
Jongler sees Battat walking through.
“Heyas Boss, Hows youse been helping out Tenna today? Youse doing alright?
“I think you might’ve been right about my sleep habits hurting me, the effects of it started to kick me hard in the ass today. You think one of you guys could maybe take my place for the rest of today, while I get some rest.”
“My pleasure boss, I’ll take youse place for today, I have noes problem with that. Youse deserve to finally stop overworking yourself.”
Battat walks over to the bed and starts to wonder, what would he do without any of his friends help, how would he be able to keep his theories and ideas thriving without losing it all to Tenna finding out. And most importantly, why is he thinking about all of this, right before he heads to bed?!?
Battat didn’t have much time to contemplate these questions, before vision started to get darker, and he was finally able to have his long awaited rest.