#;;underfell

[9knock9em9dead9-blog]

Sir sighs, clawed fingertips of his metal glove scraping against the soft undertone of the wallpaper. It peels away at his will, just like everyone does when they try to cross him. This whole place is a dump, he decides, and kicks open the door. Be was going to demand renovations from that lame excuse of a king, and no one was going to stop him.

Well, except for the fool that stood before him. "GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS AND LEAVE YOU IN THE SNOW TO ROT," he threatened, looming over them with a sneer.

[9knock9em9dead9-blog]

i'm sure you know the deal. like this for a starter with any of my muses from the underfell verse.

[lovely-pal]

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@hushedinsincerities

Flowey, too, wasn’t exactly fond of this alternative Sans. Not that he was all buddy-buddy with the original skeleton, but he preferred him over this cheap knock off. At least the other one knew his name. Apparently this guy hadn’t received the memo. 

“It’s Flowey! Real simple, pal.” For such a tiny flower his words dribbled with a considerable amount of spite and venom.

A scowl soured his expression, disdain narrowing the corners of his mouth. “And I don’t care if this is your house or the King’s himself! I’m bored and stuck in this ridiculous pot. So, indulge me.” Flowey firmly demanded. He indignantly huffed.