The Spear

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"Help us"
Pleading
Suffering
Dying
"Help us"
Terror
Fear
Panic
"Help us"
Starving
Thirsty
Angry
"Help us"
Yelling
Arguing
"You need to be a good queen and go fix your kingdom's problems"
Grinning
Farewells
A spear
"No one disrespects Queen Undyne"
Shock
Bleeding
Impaled
"Heh. My brother hasn't eaten in three days, and to be a good big brother, I have to fix that."
Glares
Disrespect
"Don't come near us, or you'll be the ones that end up on my plate."

Horror gasped, sitting up. He didn't know why he had dreamt about that. He never dreamt. But that day was the day he went psycho. He had bittersweet thoughts about day.

He hated the fact that he started cannibalism.

But he enjoyed the fact he disrespected his least favorite person, and the fact that half his skull was missing.

He laid back down, something tugging on his arm. He grabbed it, it was a needle. It was labeled: The Chemical. Horror looked at his arm, it was....... weird. His arm had some sort of a scaly texture. He poked it and pulled at it. The scales were definitely apart of him.

Aaaaaaand that's Horror!!!! I'm gonna be working on others, if u guys like this poem, cool. Thanks. But if u don't, TOO BAD ITS WHAT IM DOING. So.... ya. PEACE OUT!!!!!!

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