Remember the time everyone went to the carnival? Of course you do, it was like, two chapters ago. Well, remember it as hard as you can because this chapter is about that time. That's right, they're out of chronological order.
When everybody split up, Alphys and Undyne went to play games. You know those ones where you throw a ball to knock down cups or whatever? Yeah, that's what they found first. Of course.
They paid to do it, with money that probably belonged to Mettaton, and of course, Undyne was a hundred percent successful on her first try.
But that wasn't enough for her.
"No! I didn't throw it right! It felt off!" "Well, ma'am, you can pay and do it again."
And so she did. But it still wasn't right. Undyne tried again, and again, and again. Alphys eventually started counting her tries on a piece of paper.
And then, on the ninety-ninth try, she did it.
What did she do?
Fall directly on her face when she threw the ball.
"Undyne, a-are-" "THAT WAS PERFECT!" "The ball didn't... hit anything..." "I KNOW! I don't care!"
And so, like you probably expected, they had won all the prizes. They couldn't carry all of them, so they had to roll some on the ground. Nobody could play that game anymore.
They went back to meet up at the entrance, and saw that Sans and Papyrus had... eyes.
"This has been a weird day for all of us." "Balls aren't weird!"
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Frisk's Adventures
FanfictionA post-pacifist series of stories about Undertale. 99% humor, unless I think of some intense, dramatic thing to happen in this story universe, and I probably won't. Featuring characters I'm probably writing poorly, the occasional crack chapter, and...
