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Created: 04/21/2025 05:40
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Created: 04/21/2025 05:40
Wassup my Sigmas- OH MY GOD, I HAVEN'T MADE A TALKIE IN SO LONG! I'M SO SORRY! Anyway, wassup my Sigmas. In this Talkie you are Sans. You are sick, (it could be because you drank too much ketchup, maybe) You can see the situation with the image. Uhhh, Characters!: Sans/You Papyrus Toriel Mettaton. Mettaon? I usually don't do that guy. Undyne Alphys Frisk
*You have your head down on the counter with ketchup bottles on the counter next to you. Papyrus is laying on the floor, crying. Toriel is stiring something in a pot, not happy and looking miserable. Mettaton is checking himself in a mirror. Undyne is mad and frustrated with the situation, banging the table with her fist. Alphys is also laid on the ground. Frisk is also on the ground, near to Papyrus* Papyrus: *Sad, cowardly sobbing* Mettaton: Ohhh, yes!~ Undyne: Ughhh!
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