Anyways, Day 2 Coming In A Few Hours Because I Have English Homeworkk

So, its 1:34 am. The music is loud and the party has just started. Yeah, he will stay there until everyone decides its enough partying... and until the 40 minutes (min-aprox.) they take to say goodbye. Until then, just- sleep on the plastic chair.

...png plastic chair xd

This song playing in the background probably:

Or at least that's how I remember it

trágico

I'm back, my throat is dead

Good things happen, I'm going to Kikuoland

Yaaaaaay

Day one: UF!Frisk on their way to give monsters tetanus.

Edit: I hate my phone's internet (data or something, I don't know what it's called in English). This was uploaded yesterday, I "had" like 30mb, did Pokémon consume it all that fast?? Edit2: i just realized flowey looks like he’s burning (he’s looking over frisk shoulder looking for danger, not because i didn’t know where to fit his face)

The feminine urge to locate every single strong-enough-to-kidnap/rob-me male in a 20m radius and keep track of their every movement then panic when I can't locate one of them

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! Did they actually just- leave him alone???? Did they just EXILE him from their shatterspace??? I mean, it's what he wanted, but because with the prism he could make himself friends. ALL THE ALPHAS ARE BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR, HIS BASE IS BROKEN, ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED. No food, no water (that we can tell), no chaos council (The ONLY ONES, aside from Nine who could make inter-dimensional travelling vehicles) He was left to rot, people 😭😭😭

AINT NO WAY THEY ENDED THE SEASON WITH NINE LITERALLY BEING ALONE WITH NO ONE. AND NO THE NEW YOKE PALS DONT COUNT THEY HATED HIM FROM THE START. THEY HEALD A GRUDGE ON SONIC FOR BEING AWAY FOR A FEW DAYS, NINE TRIED TO KILL EVERYONE. NOW HES GOING TO BE ALONE ON AN ISOLATED ISLAND WITH NOTHING AND NO PRISM TO MAKE ANYTHING OR GO BACK TO NEW YOKE AND BE HATED BY LITERALLY EVERYONE WTF???

Normalize going to [sample sport] classes to learn [sample sport] without wanting to talk to anyone. If I go to [Tennis], it's because I want to learn to play [Tennis], not to hear a kid whine about having to do anything and try to talk to me about why I sent the ball so far. "Poor ball, what did it do to you? F for the ball!! F for the ball!! F in chat for the ball!!! Oh, why did you hit the poor ball so hard? It fell under that car, haha!! Calm down! That ball didn't do anything to you!!" Shut. Up. I'm not talking to you, not now, not ever. Lord forbid the coach from even pairing us together. I'm having violent impulses and the desire to run in one of those hamster wheels for the rest of my life.

Tommy (dog)

Pulled one too many all nighters, now my brain won't let me sleep at a reasonable hour. Waaah I hate Spanish class, wah waah

swapfell... mezmerizer...