Hey guys! I'm so sorry I forgot to update last Sunday! As an apology I'm giving you all a hint for what I'm planning for the future of this story! And here it is!
We are humans. We can't help but adapt to our surroundings. Even if it's to the weather, or the people around us.
If ya can guess what that means, comment. And if your right, I'll give ya some cookies! :) On with the show!
I do not own Undertale. Who your lookin for is Toby Fox.
Linda was talking something or other about cafeteria food and how it should be made 'gluten free'. Sans was just about falling asleep in his chair until Frisk nudged him.
Sans lazelly smiled at them. "Yeah, kid? What's up?" He whispered. 'Hungry' They signed. Sans' ever lasting grin widened. "Tibia honest, I'm hungry too. Mind grabbing me some of Tori's pie? It's to die for." They smiled happily and took Flowey with them to the snack table.
When there, Frisk picked up a plate and walked next to the many types of food, picking up some chocolate cookies, some soda, and of course, Sans' pie. Along the way Flowey reached his vines to add a lolipop and a watermelon piece to the plate. He noticed how pointedly Frisk ignored the sugar covered lemon bars.
"Hey, what about those? They look good." Frisk furiously shook their head. 'Linda made those. They taste like dirt and are as dry as old logs.' They signed.
Curious, Flowey reached a vine and took one. 'Don't say I didn't worn you.' Frisk signed, walking back to the table.
Once they sat back down, David snarled. "Sans! You should make this girl stop acting like a five year old and put her on a diet! Just look at how fat she is!"
Frisk was, in fact, the perfect weight for someone their age. The only excess fat they had was he small bit of baby fat they had on their cheeks. Sans was livid.
As he was about to attack the man, all attention was drawn to Flowey, who had almost fallen out of his pot. He was coughing out a small piece of the lemon bar he had tried to consume. Frisk gently patted the back of his head, offering him some of their soda.
"Damn! What the hell are these made of?! Wood chips and toenails?!" He gasped, eagerly taking the offered drink and chugging it down to get rid of the lemon bar's horrible taste.
Sans smirked, "Looks like your cooking almost poisoned the poisonis plant, Linda. If one small bite can do that to a flower, then it's a good thing none of us eat those bricks you call food, huh?" Everyone burst out lauging, causing Linda to storm out of the meeting. It was a good day.
Once they were back home, Frisk asked him why he didn't tell many food puns. His answer was:
" I doughnut understand food puns so good. Plus I didn't have the thyme or guts to tell any."
What ya think? Did I do good? Is the plot OK? Sorry for not being so good at puns, but hey, I make up for it with what I plan for the future. And it will be beautifully funny. Leave a comment and guess my riddle. Bye! (::) (::) (::)