Not quite as good as some, but still has some fun parts.
Determined Frisk Dreemurr
Sans Undertale was thinking about Frisk Dreemurr again. Frisk was a determined child with greasy arms and curvy hair.
Sans walked over to the window and reflected on his bright surroundings. He had always loved cold Snowdin with its shallow, sad snow. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a determined figure of Frisk Dreemurr.
Sans gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a creepy, daring, water drinker with short arms and scrawny hair. His friends saw him as a shallow, sad skeleton. Once, he had even rescued a colossal brother from a burning building.
But not even a creepy person who had once rescued a colossal brother from a burning building, was prepared for what Frisk had in store today.
The snow flurried like eating goats, making Sans concerned. Sans grabbed a damp newspaper that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Sans stepped outside and Frisk came closer, he could see the different glint in her eye.
"Look Sans," growled Frisk, with a snooty glare that reminded Sans of determined spiders. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want money. You owe me 9386 gold."
Sans looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the damp newspaper. "Frisk, get dunked on," he replied.
They looked at each other with tired feelings, like two bewildered, brainy bunnies bopping at a very sinister party, which had pop music playing in the background and two lazy uncles sleeping to the beat.
Sans studied Frisk's greasy arms and curvy hair. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Sans. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Frisk. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Sans. "Now get your greasy arms out of here before I hit you with this damp newspaper."
Frisk looked aggravated, her wallet raw like a teeny-tiny, tricky table.
Sans could actually hear Frisk's wallet shatter into 9386 pieces. Then the determined child hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of water would calm Sans's nerves tonight.