And then he woke up in his dingy motel room.
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Poland

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Yemen
seen from United States

seen from Angola
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Mexico
And then he woke up in his dingy motel room.
Drinks!
finally a friendly sit down with the man I betrayed!
@officialgeneralgaleforce
((Oh but wait there's more!))
((Looks like Henry's upset))
((Awww he misses @officialgadgetgabe))
https://youtu.be/BFskVVrOWnE <-- this is the song btw
“i can’t keep watching this.”
“i can relate.” Stretch commented from beside Sans on the couch. Across the room, Blue was ‘being a good boyfriend’, in his words, for Fell.
“no, Stretch, i just…” Sans glanced longingly over at Fell’s smile, turning back to face Stretch when Blue leaned over and kissed him. “i’ve liked Fell for a long time, and i-”
“you aren’t planning on doing something stupid, are you?” At the warning tone in Stretch’s voice, Sans attempted to back up.
“n-no! no, i’m happy for them. Blue’s my buddy, you know? i just… sometimes i wonder if things would be different. different if i told Fell how i felt way back when.” Sans sighed.
“well. who knows? it might’ve been. but then i might be talking to my bro instead of you right now.” Stretch puffed, and Sans absently watched the smoke curl.
“yeah. i know. better me than him. Fell deserves everything that Blue is.” Sans sank down into the couch and looked up towards nothing. “i can’t help but wonder. and wish. is that wrong?”
“i’d say it’s perfectly normal.” Stretch looked over at him. “when Edge got together with your bro? i was… not in a good place. Edge is hard to get over, turns out. still skip a beat whenever i see ‘em.”
“you and Edge?”
Stretch chucked.
“yeah. wish i hadn’t turned away when i had the chance to tell him.”
Sans gave a hopeless sort of laugh.
“God, we really are a mess.”
“we can be sad bros together.” Stretch held out a fist. Sans smiled and fist bumped him.
“sad bros.”
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i have a lot of feelings about this particular topic bc i was in a similar place two years ago?
have some sad bros™ anyways
A small angsty comic explaining the crack on Sans' skull
According to the Aesthetic Generator my aesthetic is "sad bros" which tbh is not untrue
*lies on the floor* this is fine