Garten of Banban Imagines

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Syringeon giving birth but it’s you! You’re the baby! happy birthday you!

Imagine...

Syringeon is giving birth, and the baby is you.

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Imagine...

You tell your boyfriend Banban that you're hungry. He takes you to Undertale Fandom Burger to satiate your needs.

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The year is 1679. You have been infected with the plague and are being treated by a plague doctor (it's Syringeon). Your humors are imbalanced and you need to have your blood humor drained by a leech. The leech that is attached to you? Sir Dadadoo. He drinks your blood eagerly. You die from the bubonic plague 2 days after, but his kiss is the last thing that brought you joy

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Flumbo beating Bittergiggle with a long loaf of Italian bread.

And you are the loaf of Italian bread.

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Flumbo and Banban playing beyblades.

And you are the beyblade.

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Syringeon taking you into his office to replace your IUD.