*BEEEP*
Sans: *sees nootmare flirting with dream*
Sans: *backs away
Fresh: TOP OF DA MORNIN YOU LADDIES MY NAME IS-
Sans: AHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUNK FRESH YOU RADHOLE
*BEEEP*
Author: I dont actuall y know how to write crack :'D
Everyone else: ........
*BEEEP*
Nightmare: SomeBODY once told me the WORLD was gonna ROLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Dream: BROTHER WHAT THE FRICK
Nightmare: I anit the sharpest tool in the SHEEEEEEDDDDDDDD
Dream: MY PRECIOUS INNOCENT EARS SCRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*BEEEP*
Frisk: Guys, where's my script?...
Sans: i dunno, where are your eyes?
Frisk: ....
*BEEEP*
Take 2
Frisk: guys, where's my script?
Sans: i think i ate it...
Frisk: YOU WHAT???!!!
Sans: Whoa, hey! Jk jk
Frisk: then where is it?
Sans: *reaches into throat*
Sans: *takes script out*
Sans: here.
Frisk: THAT'S THE SAME THING AS EATING IT REEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
Ok im done help idk XD
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I was sort of lazy, even when i started the next chapter, so i decided to do this....
I dont think ishould make more
YOU ARE READING
Tired
FanfictionThis was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories...
