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The door to Sans' workshop slammed open, a frantic looking Papyrus stood panting in the doorway. Forcing his eyes away from his work, Sans offered a gentle smile to his younger brother. "Hey, bro'." His grin faded a bit as he saw just how distraught the tall skeleton was, and decided not to work in a pun. "What's up?" The gentle puzzle-maker breathed heavily, his back arching slightly as he grabbed at his knees. Huffing for air he didn't actually need, the skeleton appeared to be fighting back tears. This was clearly not about a spaghetti mishap. Tearing himself from his chair, Sans walked over to his brother, placing a bony hand on the shou

It started when you were sixteen. You were finally able to drive, and drive you did. Right into a telephone pole. You were not a model child. Your parents considered you to be a heathen, and you were fine with that. You weren’t the best, not at all, but all that mattered was that you had fun. You were awesome, and you wanted to show the world that. So, one day, you set off into the mountains, looking for adventure. The air was chilly and your spirits were high as you made the trek upwards. The mountain was abandoned, and there had been rumors that those who left never returned. Did you care? Nah, not really. You’d brought chips

Everyone was chatting loudly in homeroom, while you sat quietly, drawing. The only one who was able to make you act loud and outgoing was your crush, Mathias. Speaking of, You were distured by that same Danish male, with gravity defying hair. He walked in grinning. "The King of Northern Europe has arrived!" He exclaimed. Everyone stared for a moment and continued thier conversations while Mathias took a seat beside you. "How may I help you, O Great King?" You said with tons of sarcasm. He laughed it off and smiled. "Nothing. What're you drawing?" He questioned. You looked at your drawing, which was being hidden to prevent it from bei

It was a late Sunday night, and like everyone else, you were sitting at the computer, just browsing something. Suddenly you found a link to weird website and just clicked it. “Hm, what’s that?” you mumbled and started to read: “Warm welcome to our site! Do you ever, even once, wish that your favorite anime character would be a real human? Well, now it’s possible!” “Bullshit..” you chuckled a little and still continued reading: “Any magic tricks or money isn’t needed, just write his or her name here.” You rolled your eyes, even though there’s no one around awake. How co

You held onto the paper with the instructions on where to find the history section. As weird as it sounds, you actually had a paper to submit on the Viking age, specifically in Denmark. It was due in a few weeks, but getting started a little early wouldn't hurt, would it? You smiled to yourself as you walked around the shelves, locating where the books were. You were also interested in the Vikings for quite a while, and were simply elated when you had found out that your professor assigned it to you. Even though it was due in a few weeks, here you were, ready and eager to at least read up on it. Okay, so maybe you were a little bit excited

“Mmmuuuummmpppfffffff” *chirp chirp* ‘Huh?’ *woosh* *crash* ‘What in the-?’ Your eyes snapped open. You woke up near a lot of beech trees next to the beach. You saw waves crash to shore about 100 yards away from you. You raised your head and looked down. You saw that the bottom half of your body was lying on the sand while your torso and head were lying on the roots of a huge beech tree. “How in the heck did I get here?” you asked yourself. You raised yourself onto your elbows. “Okay that’s better, now I have to stand- Ah!” A sharp pain equivalent to a knife stab jolte