The Sans Party! [ENDED]

O Mai~ :0 (Part #2)

I'M ALIVE :::DDD

WEEEEEE MORE CHAPTERS-

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*...after 2 hours or so...

Sensy: well now my non-existant ears are dead and gone

Ganz: <.-.)>

Sensy: jfc somebody f***ing save me from this eternal half-deaf hell-

G: <XD> What did YOU do anyway? Are you okay???

Sensy: blocked out the noise of Sci and Fell f***ing like rabbits by listening to Fall Out Boy on the highest set volume for the last two hours what do you f***ing expect I'm not okay-

Sans: ...well... now that they're done with their 'business'... I guess we can continue???

Reaper: jfc do you f***ng expect me to sing at like 12:00 noon?

Swap: What's so wrong with singing at 12 noon?

Reaper: Nothing, actually. It's just that karaoke happens at night in most occasions.

Sans: ...so... you'll sing later?

Ganz: Ugh yeah let's sing later my non-existant ears are still pretty f***ing deaf from all the moaning literally just a few rooms away from me

Mel: ugh you should be saying that to me I'm like two rooms away from Sci's

Sensy: motherf***er got no s*** on me my room's RIGHT BESIDE SCI'S

Senkiller: I'm feeling lucky today I don't have to hear literally all the ridiculous s*** you guys say-

G: <XD> God now I feel bad for these three-

(#1: @JevlineTheCat dares:) "Do ballet." (To: Everyone)

Sans: ...no thanks...

G: -BALLET?! (gets hyperactive)

G: (is suddenly in a pink tutu) wEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- (pirouettes around the house like no one's there)

Sans: ummmmmmmmmmmmm-

Chess: -I'm no longer gonna question because he's looking f***ing fab and hilarious at the same time-

Sans: -agreed-

(#2: @CrownOfSpades dares:) "Choose our favorite ship and make them sing a song." (To: Ink)

Ink: -u-ummm... I'm gonna pick a ship?

Sans: Yep. That's what it says.

Ink: Ummm...

Ink: Heheh... I... have no favoritism over ships? So this is gonna be a hard decision-

Sans: First ship that comes into your mind?

Ink: (shrugs) AfterDeath.

Reaper: (deep inhale) (about to object the dare) (opens his mouth to say something) (forgets what he was about to say) (closes his mouth without saying anything) (sighs and accepts defeat)