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trombonesIt wasn't unusual for Undyne to stay a night at the brothers' house, even before all that fire moved into her place. It also wasn't weird for Sans to be up at random hours of the night, usually to make himself something to eat. This is one of those nights.
A small, skeleton-shaped something shambles down the stairs in the dark. Then it makes its way across the room, into the kitchen, and turns on the light.
Ah, there he is.
That motherfucker.
Thankfully, they kept most of their food where Sans could reach it. Cue some more shuffling around between the fridge and cupboard as he throws bread, cheese, ham, turkey, peanut butter, a jar of pickles, marshmallows, strawberry jam, Temmie Flakes, and a bottle of ketchup onto the counter.
It begins.
A small, skeleton-shaped something shambles down the stairs in the dark. Then it makes its way across the room, into the kitchen, and turns on the light.
Ah, there he is.
That motherfucker.
Thankfully, they kept most of their food where Sans could reach it. Cue some more shuffling around between the fridge and cupboard as he throws bread, cheese, ham, turkey, peanut butter, a jar of pickles, marshmallows, strawberry jam, Temmie Flakes, and a bottle of ketchup onto the counter.
It begins.
