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Being a Finn Merten’s kinnie in 2026
how did greg turn out to be the person who fucks the most in this show
Goretober
10-teeth (Horror papyrus)
Sweety couldn't stop himself from crying as his crooked teeth burried deep into the bleeding flesh. He knew he should have gotten used to it by now. But knowing he was killing an (maybe not so) innocent just to eat them while they were not quite dead was the worst feeling he got. Each time he could feel guilt crawling on his back as dust fall into his stomack. He was hungry, he knew he had to eat. The only reason he forced himself was the thought of his brother. Blood would die for sure, either by dusting himself or letting another do the job for him as the lazybone he was. Sweety couldn't stand the thought. So he ate. Each bite dustier and more disgusting than the last. Each bite forcing him to fight his need to puke. His tears fell down his face as he horrifyingly devoured his newest victim.
Goretober
Day 7-burns (sans)
Humans were the worst. Sans had freedom at his fingertips and he got it robed just before his eyes. He had done his best not giving in and give them what they wanted. They wanted him to break under the preasure. To cry, scream, ask for mercy, ask them to do anything but what they were doing. Until now they were unsuccessful. They had beaten him up, burned him with the butt of their smokes and far worst. Right now thought, he was at his breaking point. His voice was about to give in and desperately scream for help, from anyone while sobbing as his sockets could only let his tears fall. He only wanted this heated iron mark to leave his skull, the hands to release his sore bones. He couldn't care less for the mark being engraved forever on him. And this stupid collar keeping him from dusting. He only wanted the pain to go away, must him beg for it. He hoped his tormentor would understand and stop the burn. He could take absolutely anything but that. That was way too painful.
Goretober
Day 6-sacrifice (papyrus)
The pleas worsened when he got out his knife. « please stop ! Don't ! please ! » It wasn't as he didn't care about the scared imploration of mercy. He just couldn't listen. He had to do it.
He sank the knife into the poor bunny chest. Blood spurt out violently before flowing into the crevices of the sacrificial altar. Her screams soon became gugles as life was leaving her body.
Papyrus' clothes were damp and dirty from the other's fluids. With a trembling hand he took off the knife and started the incantation. One little sacrifice to bring back Sans. It wasn't an expensive price. There were so many bunnies, she wouldn't be missed.
At the bottom of his heart he knew better. This crime would haunt him forever. But he also knew that if Sans didn't came back he would become even crazier than he is right now. Some nightmare wouldn't stop him. He knew he was doing the right thing. Sans wouldn't mind, even if he explicitely asked Papyrus to not doing something like that. Ever. Papyrus knew Sans wouldn't mind.
Rip BAWN BAWN
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i bet there’s a lamp war going on between red lamps and white ones and the white ones want peace and the red ones don’t and the red ones want to keep randomly going up in flames and they have a civil war in lampland
but what are the black lamps doing though
what if they're hiding somewhere waiting for the red lamps and white lamps to come together and then BOOM they set off a lamp bomb and all the lamps die