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Flooding contemplates crushes on "depictions of the female body". #flooding @floodingks

Flooding contemplates crushes on "depictions of the female body"

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Confrontation for Bad Things Happen Bingo and All 4 Day 1 Prompts for Whumptober. Prompts: "But now this room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in all the gaps." Safety Net, Swooning, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Undertale Fanfic: You Thought You Killed Me?

"Sans! Sans!" Sans opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, "Alphys." Sans went to close his eyes again.

"Don't close your eyes! You're barely alive!" 

"Fine." Sans didn't expect Alphys to put her fingers close to his skull, "Oh yeah, how many fingers am I holding up?" 

Sans counted, "Five." Alphys shook her head, "No, Sans, two. Don't do that!" Sans figured out what Alphys was yelling about when as when he stood up, the room started spinning. "I don't understand." Sans informed Alphys when he was pushed back down. 

"The human went back. They think-" Alphys gulped, "They think you are dead Sans." Sans wished so, maybe his wrapped up chest wouldn't feel like it's on fire. "I- I found you at Grillbys." 

"I know when I'm as good as dead Alphys. Especially with the bleeding." 

"Why do you bleed, anyways?" 

"I was experimented on as a kid. Bleeding is a side effect." Sans laid down, "I don't remember ever not bleeding." 

Alphys gulped, "Why did you do such a stupid thing? Fighting them?" 

"Someone has to stop them. Figured I'd do my job for once." Sans stood up, "Speaking of the kid, I have to take care of them." 

"Sans, no! You'll die. You're not 100 percent." 

"Then come with me." Sans grabbed Alphys' arm, "You want this as much as I do. If things get bad, you can surprise them. 

I accepted death once already." Alphys reluctantly nodded, "I guess I should." 

Sans was back in the judgment hall, arriving in a wheelchair due to Alphys' assistance. Sans stood up, "Geez kid, getting sloppy aren't cha?" 

Alphys hid when the kid came in. Step. Step. Step. Their knife dropped. "Bet you weren't expecting me. Let's just get to the point." Sans lifted his arm up, holding his painful wince back banging the weaponless human against the walls. 

The human recovered quickly, before running towards Sans aiming to hit him with their weaponless fist. 

Miss. "Did you think I'd be that easy?" Gaster blasters to the humans face, they rolled under the lasers. Another run, miss. Attack, miss, attack, miss. "Don't you ever get tired, kid?" The kid answered by going for another hit, only to miss.

Sans' eyes were dropping shut, "Kid, you gotta learn when to oof." Sans was hit in his injured stomach. "Welp, I guess you're a freak, huh? I just gotta warn you, you aren't enough of a freak for what happens next." Sans held his chest when Alphys jumped out, healing Sans' chest.

"W-What h-happens next is your end. Killing all my friends." 

Sans smiled, "You've done it now, kid." Bone attacks with a yellow soul proved a tad difficult for the kid. You can't shoot bones away, and because of that fact, you had to do Sans' platforming while destroying Alphys bullets, and dodging some of them. The human died many times due to this new scenario. 

But this human was determined. Determined to kill who got in their way. Alphys died first. Dusted. 

Sans did eventually throw the human all over the room to no avail, after he did many attacks by himself. Sans was trying not to doze off, but when his eyes drooped for a second, the human got another hit in. Dusted near immediately. 

The human got their way and moved on to the next world. Two monsters giving it their all could not match the human's determination. 

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蒐集一種日常物件，內外翻轉後的模樣，實質存在的身分。

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Anne-Charlotte Yver - Excavation - Object 1, 2011

62 x 44 x 37 cm

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These stories are interesting, and definitely worth a read. If you like this one, check this out for more. There’s loads of these.

It’s up to you whether or not you think they’re true.

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In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear. Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped. If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?" The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands. That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never. 

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