Jess x Papyrus["Don't worry! I'm here..."]
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Ongoing, First published Jun 21, 2017
"My power is limited Jess."
                             -
     "Aren't stars suppose to shine?" 
                 "Yeah, they do."
     "Then why aren't you sparkling?"
                             -          
                "PAPYRUS WAIT!"       
                             -                       "Pass me your buttsta-I mean Pasta!"
                             -
            "Cool bro? That's me!"
                           ~~~

            Although I thought monsters were hard to communicate, because of their sharp teeth, one spoke to my heart.

            Their teeth weren't sharp as I thought, but their innocence are 100% sharp on.

            Oh but in the morning, I rather wake up with his booming voice than a annoying chiken alarm that shouts, "KARMA KARMA KARMA WAKE UP!" For 10 long seconds. 

            The moment I step into the shoe store in the mall, my whole life took a rough turn. It was lit, and terrifying at the same time.

            So dramatic and dangerous,  but that is what spiced up my life other than my friends stuffing nachos in their mouth. And offering one when it obviously has silvia. 

            Although I wish all monsters were nice. I was just lucky to meet a friendly group. Since then, I don't take short cuts, the human way. Especially at night, which I almost. Had. My. Last. Breath.


-Created by Dragonovia
-For CheerfulBlossom
-Writing for fun
-4,000 words; each chapter
-Probably draw Jessyrus 
-More experience
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