#aidanymous

[the-terror-of-death]

Do you feel besides Skeith, someone else is inside you?

“..inside me..? The hell is that supposed to mean? The only one I need is Skeith. I don’t give a damn about some figment of my imagination.” Although his words sounded nonchalant, he felt a worrisome moment of deja vu..as if a cold chill swept up his spine with an awful sense of foreboding. 

[x-sans-x-blog]

{ determxned-soul } ( yoooo I hope you don't mind me dropping this here *wink wonk ;V ) 💕

Send me 💕 to give my muse a kiss!

『 💀 』 –  If the poor skeleton wasn’t flustered before, then he surely was now. What ever had gotten into everybody seemed to effect Frisk too, for before he knew it, the older female had pulled him into what would be his third kiss of the day.                              Only, Sans seemed a bit reluctant to pull away.Well, until the reality of their situation caught up with him. It only took the monster a second to snap back with a baffled expression of embarrassment-- his cheeks ablaze with color.

“Ahh, geez, Frisk. N-Not you too--” Groaned the flustered comic, drawing the strings on his hoodie to hide his burning visage.