frisk done diddly darn killed sans. someone call the police

an easy tu-tORIEL on how to draw sans: step 1) draw a gourd. step 2) make it s u f f e r

flowey is horrified to see a bowl with salad in it on the table. there it is, satan plant; your deceased, mutilated and chopped up brethren

an au where everything is the same except all of the character have toothgaps

undyne busts into papyrus' and sans' house kool-aid man style

[*It's an old Christmas photo. Asgore, Toriel, Asriel, and a child that seems oddly familiar are standing together like a happy family.]

pre-springtrap and purple guy have a d-d-d-d-d-duel with chopsticks

muffet sits above the pits of lava in hotlands, watching one of her spiders fall down into the liquid fire. rest in peace

frisk has gained the ultimate noscope powers of the dankest meme gods

gaster's body has turned into a tornado-like object. he gestures towards himself, questioning if his performance is good or not

baby bones papyrus! he's wrapped up in a red blanket, resting peacefully.

[*This ghost keeps saying 'Z' out repeatedly, pretending to be asleep. Move it by force?] >Yes. || >No.