This is the last chapter, with a general plot and three very similarly worded stories. I hope one of these chapters made you laugh.
Suffering a Fragile Death
It was a chilly day accentuated by the pretty snow. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a fragile death.
I was enjoying rampaging badly as Chara laughed gleefully, like a tattered goat boating boyishly.
The knife had a chilly handle and a pretty blade. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its bright sheath warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its blood.
I can still vividly recall the bone coming down on my hands like a simple letter - crack. My life slipped away.
(Crack!)
Only dearest Sans misses me.
Chara, You Know When You Laughed Gleefully
"Chara, what do you think of my chilly handle?"
"Er... I don't know dear."
"What about my pretty blade? Some say its like a tattered goat."
"Um…"
"Do you think my sheath is like a fragile bone?"
"Where on earth did you hear a thing like that?"
"Sans says that my blood is like a simple letter that likes rampaging badly whilst waving its hands."
"That's... um... nice. Perhaps we should talk about something else now."
"You know when you laughed gleefully? I heard it was like boyishly boating."
"Oh look, snow outside!"
"But Chara, I am a bright knife!"
(Crack!)
Armageddon and the Bright Knife
The snow reminded me of a goat that day - what a day for Armageddon.
I panicked, my fear reflected in the eyes of Chara and Sans.
But then we saw it - a bright knife. Chara smiled. A chilly handle, a pretty blade and a fragile sheath - the knife seemed like the answer to our prayers.
Sans looked at the bone and laughed badly. Chara, rampaging gleefully, conveyed similar sentiments.
A sense of anticipation ran through my hands, boating boyishly.
Chara admired the knife's simple blood, breath held tight.
Crack!
With help from a tattered letter, the knife saved the world.
"Empty" Fake Plot
Frisk Dreemurr is a banker from Snowdin who always happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He faces the biggest challenge of his life when he hears of a serial killer operating in his neighbourhood.
He decides never to use magic, and to live as a normal human.
His good friend, a guy called Sans, tries to talk him out of it.
Together, they shoot his ex-wife.
Then Frisk searches for a legendary knife.
However, the underground goes empty.
Fortunately, he is able to go back in time and prevent the problem.
Frisk spends the rest of his life trying to atone for his actions.