Based on the Underfell fanfiction "Overgrowth." Please read it before you read this. All of the underground knows of the song. It's sung at funerals and as lullabies. It's a haunting melody that often rings throughout the minds of monsters. But even after they gain their freedom to live in the new world of hope, it's tune has never left Sans. In memory of my precious nephew and great uncle. Rest in peace.

Many people text, they usually talk about how their life has been or talking about where they want to meet up. But my world of text is much different from others. Get ready to experience what it is like to text in my world of randomness Ps some of these events that will be mentioned in the story has happened in reality

What would happen if the heroes of Olympus started texting...?