100 cigarettes

A sword that gets sharper when you hurt people. . What's he going to do with this?

Pick his nails probably.

" * I'm so happy. "

" * No can do my dude. "

" * No take-backs. "

" * Sorry man. It belongs to the inventory gods. "

" * It's out of my hands. "

" * It's already in my inventory. Sorry man. "

" * You mean do ittt? "

" * Society is a monster, shackling us back. Burn it down, toss it into the antivoid. "

" * Why, quickly. "

" * I take that as a challenge. "

" * Hell yes. "

" * Burn society. Starting with this sword. "

" * You're damn right! "

" * I am a free agent, chaos will rain across the airwaves! Knives will fall. "

Duck

Just realized I need to get the off remake holy hell

" * This isn't my spot, I just threw my shoe at you and this isn't even my spot. "

" * Oh! This! "

Gesturing around himself

" * Yeah I have no idea, I think there's supposed to be a radio tower? "

He freezes, feeling suddenly, frighteningly, stupid.

" * . . . "

They walk over, sinking down onto the doodle bed. He's glad to find it's real, it's all real.

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(( here's a quick l̷u̷k̷s̷o̷ likha animatic i did of spoken for :]
(( i wrote some of the lyrics wrong sorrey...

" * My mind is a maze, even I can't solve it! "

PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE! cannot remember

" * You gave me the sword of sharpness. And you'll have to live with the consequences for the rest of our lives. "

" * Damn it! "

" * I really wanted a new stick! What am I gonna do with this, stab people to death? "

Who are you??

Peak lifestyle.

Sobbing.

I hate small talk can you put your cigarette out on me

" * No. Thanks for asking- "

Frisk stands stretching his back, there's an audible pop.

" * I'd feel a lot better if I had my shoe, maybe I can borrow yours? Just the left one, I'll give it back later I swear- "

" * I need to get my memory in order. I need to punch whoever broke my face! "

3. It's a spectrum, a little murder he could forgive.

But steal his lunch? Now that's a lifelong grudge right there.

" * Listen here magical pen person! I am not going to fall for this, whatever this is! "

With his free hand, Frisk points an accusing finger!

" * Ack! "

He screams, jumping away like the pen would jump to life and bite him! Anything is possible.

Oh, nevermind, it's just a bed. He relaxes, a hand reaching up to touch his bandana, rhythmically they twist the torn edges between two fingers.

" * . . . This is a new one- "

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