yus, c u t e. (Oof I’m late)

*smacks forhead*

Teacher: s-sans are you-*sans falls off his desk and falls asleep*

And he’s drunk on ketchup again, great. *yeets him all the way to his house* Geez...

Hi *chugs ketchup and gets on his desk summoning a bone* DRa-hic- YEee sw-hic- swords matys