•Pun and Chuckle enter Grillby's and come over. Sans pats each one and affectionately scratches both behind the ears.
•Pun sniffs your leg and Chuckle chews on your shoe.
So. You like resets?
•You say no as Pun tries to eat your leg.
•Pun is now chocking on your leg.
•This ain't good. Is anyone a doctor? Anyon- who am I kidding, this is Grillby's. Anyone here teach Health class or CPR? Take a class?
But hey, you aren't Frisk. So- hey. That look on your face. Have you and Pun...
•Sans is onto you, dude. You dead.
It's not like you've, met or anything.
•Mmmhmmm. You dead. D E A D. DEAD. You feel your sins crawling on your back.
YOU ARE READING
Puns
FanfictionA story for Sans week at Napstabooks. Skeletons are rare in the Underground. Sans and Papyrus know this. To Papyrus, it's life. To Sans, it's a curse. You need to uncover the truth- at a visit to Grillby's.
