(Hohoho shitpost ttiiimmmmeeee)
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Ink: MAMA WE ALL GO TO HELL
Blue: MAMA WE ALL GO TO HELL
Dream: WHICH IS REALLY QUITE PLEASANT
All: EXCEPT FOR THE SMELL
Error: *in the tune of Mama* Excuse me, what the hell?...
Error: "Boyf"? What does that even mean?
Ink: *pulls out backpack with "riends" written on it*
Error: oh......
Reaper: TONIGHT WE ARE VICTORIOUS
Fell: CHAMPAGNE POURING OVER US
Cross: ALL MY FRIENDS, WE'RE GLORIOUS
All: TONIGHT WE ARE VICTORIOUS...
Reaper: *sits on the beach, lonely*
Geno: why are you here
Reaper: my pet turtle died after I pet it...
*in the middle of a dark forest (not the cake)*
Dust: aw man, it's really dark out-
Horror: DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT THIS *pulls flashlight out of skull*...
*Lust, sitting behind Horror, scooping soup out of his skull and eating eating it like it was from a bowl*
Nightmare: how did you get into my house
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Ink: I relate to the main character in Hollow Knight
Error: but he can't feel-
Ink: EXACTLY...
Horror: *has shoved his flashlight into his eyesocket* L A S E R V I S I O N
Dust: this does not help our current situation
Cross: *jumps out of bush with a chainsaw* HERE'S CROSSY~...
Nightmare: *in front of mirror flexing while in a pink dress* I am so hot
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Killer: my foxgloves are hungry
Dust: then feed them
Killer: OKAY *picks up Dust and throws them into the flowerbed* FEED MY PRETTIES-...
Horror: yum! This is really good! It's like spicy ranch!
Dust: actually it's a sriracha honey lime aioli
Horror: like I said! Spicy ranch!...
*Killer and Cross swapped clothing*
Killer: IT'S SO HHHOOOTTTTTT
Cross: It's too cold~ for you here...
Killer: *blep*
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Reaper: I'M DEAD INSIDE
Geno: same
Reaper: coffee?
Geno: coffee...
Reaper: STARRRRBBUUUUCCCCKKKSSSS-
Geno: no
Reaper: HHIIIIISSSSSSSSS-...
*a watering can is pouring water into the hole in Horror's head, the water then precedes to leak out of his eyes*
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Horror: you aren't allowed to be a Bad Sans if you're straight.
Killer: you have to be gay.
Dust: what if I'm bi?
Cross: THEN SAY BYE (bi) BYE TO YOUR LIVING PRIVILEGES...
Nightmare: I'm Demisexual.
Horror: what does that mean?
Nightmare: it means I only want to fuck people I know really well.
Killer: you know us really well.
Nightmare: was that an invitation?
Killer: no-...
(Thanks for reading this, even if it is the horrible ramblings of a sleep deprived fruit)
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