#ectoskele

[echoarts]

Ecto practice ft. Lyra

[quiiestis-blog]

@ectoskele

      “ OH-- HM. THAT... ER... THAT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. ” 

      Papyrus swung over the bridge, caught up in the rope of one of the traps he was setting up. When testing how it would go, a rope came loose, lodged itself through his fibula and pulled him up high. Now, here he was, dangling high over the edge, ready to plummet. 

      “ YOU THERE! EXCUSE ME! SMALL ONE! I SEEM TO ME... STUCK! ”

[quiiestis-blog]

{ @ectoskele }

      “ What did one pancake say to the other pancake? ”

      “ Nothing, there is no such thing as talking pancakes. ”