ᵘʰʰʰʰʰ ʷᵉˡˡ ˢʰⁱᵗ ˢᵒᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖˡʸ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᶻᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘᵍᵉ ᵃˢˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵖᵃʳʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ⁱᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵘᶻ ⁱ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇᵘˢʸ
ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖᵉʳⁱᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ ᵈⁱˢˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᶜᵘᶻ ⁱᵗˢ ᵇᵃˢⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵒʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ
ⁱᵐ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ˡᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵉʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ⁿᵒʷ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡ ᵗʷᵒ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ᵖᵉʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏ
ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃ ʰᵉʳᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ
(ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵘⁿˢ)
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Sans Pov
I was fooling around as the others were finishing up all the chores I was laying down staring at nothing contemplating about life cause I had nothing to do at all I took out a notebook from home using a shortcut to make it go here to Todoroki's house so I can do something with my boredom drowing is probably what I'll be doing with this notebook cuz why not it should deal with my boredom for long enough for the others to finish up all the chores and basically because of me being lazy not wanting to do any cho̶̹͂ŕ̵͈̓͒ȇ̵̯̫̩̈́̈̈́͛̑͝ś̸͈̤͈̖͋͌̎̆͐̒͛̍- .
̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠
ርረልነነጎር ነልክነ
C̶̲͎͉̽͋̂̐͒̽̐҉̸̧͍͎͔̖̬̒̽̽̆̋̒̓́͒̈́́͊̈́͐̚͜͝l̷̛̥̭̤̱͉͚̟͊̾̉̌̽͛͌͗̉͠ą̷̧̧͕̬͉̝̼͍̻͉̱̘̉͒̊͂̏S̶̭͉͈̥̻̜͓̤̯͗̆̉̂̎͂̍̂̊̿̍̎̂̌̕s̵̡̧̯͔͍̫̝̮͈̱̦̺̥̳̟̘̲̹͒̎̏̃̅̒͌͛̈́͜i̸̡̢̛̲͉̬̭̯̥͓͎̼̓̎̆̎͑̐̌̐̋̏̐̽͑̉͆͝ͅͅC̵̳͇̺̰̠͓̑́͘҈̷̺̤͍̖̠̫̠͖̯̻̱͓̟̝̺͓̭̄͋̐̇ ̶̼̘̥̟̝̘̙̪̱͖̬̙͛̈́́̆̕͘̕͠ ̸̢̢͍̫̖̺̗̻̭͓̪͎͖̤͙͖̘͍͛́͗̾̆̽͊̇́̍́̈́̽́̀͜͝͠͝ ̶̧̢̪̣̣͓̘͚͇̣̫̯̮͕̾̂W̷̞̺͑̄͗̏͌̏̀̊H̸̢̢͚̲͓̻͇̙̫͖̦̮̗̭̮̑́̈́̃͠é̴͈̖̬͈́̽͒́̅͂̒͒̉͗̋́͘̚̕͠⃠̷̛̞̭̟̰̰̮̫̗̹̜̒̂̌̇̎̑̇̈́̈́̈̀͋̉̿̓̏͑̚r̸̘͕͍͚̔̌̽̕͠͝ͅȨ̸̧̛͙̖̳͉͈̮̰̦͔̿̋̅̂̾̄̌̐̽̚͝͝҉̶̧̧̡̫̪͚̲̰̼̞͇̰̪̦͖̯̮̈́͋͌͋̀͛́̀͐̉̀̈́͛̈͋͛͝ͅͅ ̷̡̛̬̦̲̬͉̥̮̻̹͖̝̖̳̥̒̓͑͆͑͂͌͋ ̷̡̞̙͙̱̰̈̄́͂̎̽̿̊̇͘͠.̸̢̢̡̨̝̫̞̗̤̬͎̳̠̜͚̪͖̻̰̰̬͍̫͖̪͎̪͖̙̯̯͎̞̜͈̣̮̥̻̭̈́̽̄̾͒͗̊̀̊͆̄̑̔̂̀́̊̈́̐̍̊̃̃̾̂̅̐̅͆͘͜ ̸͙̥̞̓̐̋̆̃̓̆̓̈̈́̂̒͝.̶̡̡̨̡̨̡̛̛͎̯͔̩̘͔͍̩͖̣̯͕͍̜̻͇̦͈̖̟̲̜͔͈͚͙̙͇͕͚̥́̇͑̀̉̑̾̍̌̔̒̏͜͝͝͝ ̶̡͇̜͖̤̣̳̦̣͕͍̻̬̞̫̳͍̜̫͖̖̻̗̂̈͆́̃̈́̀̅̊͆̏̇̓͌͊͑͋̔̅͒͂̽̆́̚̕̚̚͝.̴̨̧̧̧̛̙͇̳̫͖͉̻͓̙̟̭͔̳̖̺̱̬̫͖̖̿͊̄̌̑̈́́̒͂̊̅̌̈́́̽̽̊̂̈́͋̏̈́̓̈̕̕͜͜ ̷̢̲̖̟̯͔̼̝̰̘̤͑̂̅̌͛͜͜͝.̸̧̡̛̹̳͇̗̩͕̲̫̪̻̘̖̯̻͓̜̦̺͙͈͔̼͙̭̰̼̦̠̣͎͓͔̫̻̓́͒̾̌̓̃͊͂̊̀̒̒́̂̀̆͑̈́͗͐̒͋̍́͆̌̐́̽͆̚͠͠͠͠ ̴̧̩̤̭̼̣͙͛̓̾̏̌̑͒͌́̎͑̎͗̈́͗̅͘.̵̡̢̢͚̟̗͔̗̻̗̰͇͈̼͈̦̠̭͔̺͓̭͈̬̠͙̟̮͓̳̣̪̩͇̘̔̋͒́̋͐̿̀̽̀̍̊͜͠ͅ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶̢̲̰̩̱̰̭̰̗̞̭͉̜͇̟̩̫̤̼̤̦͖͓͈̼͙̖̲̮̹͖͇͓̳̱͖͑.̵̧̢̢̛͈̩̦͙͇̮̼̫͍̬̥̯̳͕̥̱̗͙̬͔͖̻̯͈͉̬̯̰̬͂̊̎̆̑́̋͑̇̈́̿̎̔̄͌̈́̅̇̓̄͂̀́̔̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ?̵̢̡̘͖͉̩͕̪͕͍̮̗̟͍̳͚̯̦̰̯̝͎̘̱̤͍̏̿̇͗̍͆̑̏̂̅̈́̄̐͘͘͠͝ͅ
.̸̢̢̡̨̝̫̞̗̤̬͎̳̠̜͚̪͖̻̰̰̬͍̫͖̪͎̪͖̙̯̯͎̞̜͈̣̮̥̻̭̈́̽̄̾͒͗̊̀̊͆̄̑̔̂̀́̊̈́̐̍̊̃̃̾̂̅̐̅͆͘͜ ̸͙̥̞̓̐̋̆̃̓̆̓̈̈́̂̒͝.̶̡̡̨̡̨̡̛̛͎̯͔̩̘͔͍̩͖̣̯͕͍̜̻͇̦͈̖̟̲̜͔͈͚͙̙͇͕͚̥́̇͑̀̉̑̾̍̌̔̒̏͜͝͝͝ ̶̡͇̜͖̤̣̳̦̣͕͍̻̬̞̫̳͍̜̫͖̖̻̗̂̈͆́̃̈́̀̅̊͆̏̇̓͌͊͑͋̔̅͒͂̽̆́̚̕̚̚͝.̴̨̧̧̧̛̙͇̳̫͖͉̻͓̙̟̭͔̳̖̺̱̬̫͖̖̿͊̄̌̑̈́́̒͂̊̅̌̈́́̽̽̊̂̈́͋̏̈́̓̈̕̕͜͜ ̷̢̲̖̟̯͔̼̝̰̘̤͑̂̅̌͛͜͜͝.̸̧̡̛̹̳͇̗̩͕̲̫̪̻̘̖̯̻͓̜̦̺͙͈͔̼͙̭̰̼̦̠̣͎͓͔̫̻̓́͒̾̌̓̃͊͂̊̀̒̒́̂̀̆͑̈́͗͐̒͋̍́͆̌̐́̽͆̚͠͠͠͠ ̴̧̩̤̭̼̣͙͛̓̾̏̌̑͒͌́̎͑̎͗̈́͗̅͘.̵̡̢̢͚̟̗͔̗̻̗̰͇͈̼͈̦̠̭͔̺͓̭͈̬̠͙̟̮͓̳̣̪̩͇̘̔̋͒́̋͐̿̀̽̀̍̊͜͠ͅ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶̢̲̰̩̱̰̭̰̗̞̭͉̜͇̟̩̫̤̼̤̦͖͓͈̼͙̖̲̮̹͖͇͓̳̱͖͑.̵̧̢̢̛͈̩̦͙͇̮̼̫͍̬̥̯̳͕̥̱̗͙̬͔͖̻̯͈͉̬̯̰̬͂̊̎̆̑́̋͑̇̈́̿̎̔̄͌̈́̅̇̓̄͂̀́̔̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ?̵̢̡̘͖͉̩͕̪͕͍̮̗̟͍̳͚̯̦̰̯̝̏̿̇͗̍͆̑̏̂̅̈́̄̐͘͘͠͝ͅ
À̴̸̦̜̺͎͎̪͈̗̥̙̳̿̐̍̀͗̄̃̌̾̂͆̀̾̍̕͠ŗ̶̷̴̢̢̥̼͔͚̩͉̖͍̦̜̙̗̬̩̭͉͍̲̞͔̗̰̠͇̺̺̠͍̘̋͒̀͑̀͗̂̔̋͂̍̊͆͌̾̂̃̐̀̓́̓͐͗̑͑͒̏̚͜͝͝͠ͅȨ̷̸̸̧̛̮͎̩̝͓͈̳̮̅̂͊̽̎͝ .̸̢̢̡̨̝̫̞̗̤̬͎̳̠̜͚̪͖̻̰̰̬͍̫͖̪͎̪͖̙̯̯͎̞̜͈̣̮̥̻̭̈́̽̄̾͒͗̊̀̊͆̄̑̔̂̀́̊̈́̐̍̊̃̃̾̂̅̐̅͆͘͜ ̸͙̥̞̓̐̋̆̃̓̆̓̈̈́̂̒͝.̶̡̡̨̡̨̡̛̛͎̯͔̩̘͔͍̩͖̣̯͕͍̜̻͇̦͈̖̟̲̜͔͈͚͙̙͇͕͚̥́̇͑̀̉̑̾̍̌̔̒̏͜͝͝͝ ̶̡͇̜͖̤̣̳̦̣͕͍̻̬̞̫̳͍̜̫͖̖̻̗̂̈͆́̃̈́̀̅̊͆̏̇̓͌͊͑͋̔̅͒͂̽̆́̚̕̚̚͝.̴̨̧̧̧̛̙͇̳̫͖͉̻͓̙̟̭͔̳̖̺̱̬̫͖̖̿͊̄̌̑̈́́̒͂̊̅̌̈́́̽̽̊̂̈́͋̏̈́̓̈̕̕͜͜ ̷̢̲̖̟̯͔̼̝̰̘̤͑̂̅̌͛͜͜͝.̸̧̡̛̹̳͇̗̩͕̲̫̪̻̘̖̯̻͓̜̦̺͙͈͔̼͙̭̰̼̦̠̣͎͓͔̫̻̓́͒̾̌̓̃͊͂̊̀̒̒́̂̀̆͑̈́͗͐̒͋̍́͆̌̐́̽͆̚͠͠͠͠ ̴̧̩̤̭̼̣͙͛̓̾̏̌̑͒͌́̎͑̎͗̈́͗̅͘.̵̡̢̢͚̟̗͔̗̻̗̰͇͈̼͈̦̠̭͔̺͓̭͈̬̠͙̟̮͓̳̣̪̩͇̘̔̋͒́̋͐̿̀̽̀̍̊͜͠ͅ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶̢̲̰̩̱̰̭̰̗̞̭͉̜͇̟̩̫̤̼̤̦͖͓͈̼͙̖̲̮̹͖͇͓̳̱͖͑.̵̧̢̢̛͈̩̦͙͇̮̼̫͍̬̥̯̳͕̥̱̗͙̬͔͖̻̯͈͉̬̯̰̬͂̊̎̆̑́̋͑̇̈́̿̎̔̄͌̈́̅̇̓̄͂̀́̔̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ?̵̢̡̘͖͉̩͕̪͕͍̮̗̟͍̳͚̯̦̰̯̝͎̘̱̤͍̏̿̇͗̍͆̑̏̂̅̈́̄̐͘͘͠͝ͅ. ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠
.̸̢̢̡̨̝̫̞̗̤̬͎̳̠̜͚̪͖̻̰̰̬͍̫͖̪͎̪͖̙̯̯͎̞̜͈̣̮̥̻̭̈́̽̄̾͒͗̊̀̊͆̄̑̔̂̀́̊̈́̐̍̊̃̃̾̂̅̐̅͆͘͜ ̸͙̥̞̓̐̋̆̃̓̆̓̈̈́̂̒͝.̶̡̡̨̡̨̡̛̛͎̯͔̩̘͔͍̩͖̣̯͕͍̜̻͇̦͈̖̟̲̜͔͈͚͙̙͇͕͚̥́̇͑̀̉̑̾̍̌̔̒̏͜͝͝͝ ̶̡͇̜͖̤̣̳̦̣͕͍̻̬̞̫̳͍̜̫͖̖̻̗̂̈͆́̃̈́̀̅̊͆̏̇̓͌͊͑͋̔̅͒͂̽̆́̚̕̚̚͝.̴̨̧̧̧̛̙͇̳̫͖͉̻͓̙̟̭͔̳̖̺̱̬̫͖̖̿͊̄̌̑̈́́̒͂̊̅̌̈́́̽̽̊̂̈́͋̏̈́̓̈̕̕͜͜ ̷̢̲̖̟̯͔̼̝̰̘̤͑̂̅̌͛͜͜͝.̸̧̡̛̹̳͇̗̩͕̲̫̪̻̘̖̯̻͓̜̦̺͙͈͔̼͙̭̰̼̦̠̣͎͓͔̫̻̓́͒̾̌̓̃͊͂̊̀̒̒́̂̀̆͑̈́͗͐̒͋̍́͆̌̐́̽͆̚͠͠͠͠ ̴̧̩̤̭̼̣͙͛̓̾̏̌̑͒͌́̎͑̎͗̈́͗̅͘.̵̡̢̢͚̟̗͔̗̻̗̰͇͈̼͈̦̠̭͔̺͓̭͈̬̠͙̟̮͓̳̣̪̩͇̘̔̋͒́̋͐̿̀̽̀̍̊͜͠ͅ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶̢̲̰̩̱̰̭̰̗̞̭͉̜͇̟̩̫̤̼̤̦͖͓͈̼͙̖̲̮̹͖͇͓̳̱͖͑.̵̧̢̢̛͈̩̦͙͇̮̼̫͍̬̥̯̳͕̥̱̗͙̬͔͖̻̯͈͉̬̯̰̬͂̊̎̆̑́̋͑̇̈́̿̎̔̄͌̈́̅̇̓̄͂̀́̔̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ?̵̢̡̘͖͉̩͕̪͕͍̮̗̟͍̳͚̯̦̰̯̝͎̘̱̤͍̏̿̇͗̍͆̑̏̂̅̈́̄̐͘͘͠͝ͅ. ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠
̶̢̢̛͔͈̬̘͓̰̻̘͈͔̱͍̫̜̱͖̘̙̬̖͊̈̍͌͑̄̈́̎̊͛͂́̈́̀͗́͑͋̊̑̀̎̐͆͆̊̈́̃̆̓͘̚̕͘̚̕͠.̴̛̛͓̥̹̯̭́̈́͂́͒̆́̇̍́͆̑̋̀̉͂̓̽̀͋͑͂̚͘͘̚͠͝ ̵̛̦̖̜̘̙͉̩̺͚̗͍̪͎͈͌̋̎̀̅̋́́̄͌͋̽̓͛̃̎͂̊̎̿̀̆̈́̆̍́͛̒͋̚̚̕ͅ.̸̡̡̘̻̗̯̦̰̫̣͙̈̏̀͐͂́͗̔̈́́̕̚͝ ̷̨͙͕̬͙̣̥̰͓͓͖͔̼͍̭̣̬͎̌̅͂͗̒̂̀͑̓̉͐̐̐̊͌̾̓͋͑̆̎̐̓̾̇͘̕͘̕.̶̡̧̧̧̡̡̛̰͍̟̜͉̖͚̤̟͇͉̘͖̫̞̞͎̞̮̯̜̣̯̹̬̭̗̫̔̍̇̃͂́̔̑̎̐̔̐̈́̈́̾̔̈́̿͂̓̒́̒͛͊̈́̒͑́͐̑̕̚̕͘̚͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅ ̶̛̪̠͛͂͒̅̆͂́̅̾̎͋͗̒̎̆͆̾̀̏͗͑͌̈̌͆́͒͌̋̈́́̆̃̀̽̉̀̃̈̔͑͗̚͘̚͝͝.̷̨̧̛̜̦̗̱̙̱̤̹̙̙̹̫̟̭͓͎͔̝̠̥͍͍̘̗̩͚͈̪͙̣̘͇̮̰̭͔̻̯̯͖̻̝͖̺̗͓̘͈̅̇̉͂͐̈́͋͑̓̌͒͂̀̑̒̕̚͝͝ ̴̡̛͎̘̰̠̼̗̘͓̦͉̠̯̟̦̪̱̤̗̣̺̬̗̬̖̋̓̅͋̈́̀́̀́̃̽̅̾̌͂̈́̇̽̒̆̅̈́̉̓͆̈́̈́̒̇̋̄̄͛́͘͝͠͝͠͠.̸̖͕̼̩͈̍̀̄̽̇̄̎̿͆̀̾͛̓̿̈̇͒̔͗́͆͐̓͘͝͝ͅ ̴̨̨̨̥͖̩̺̞̦͖̻̪͔̹̰̣͉̞̫̤̩̞̟͈̯͓̗͕̙͍̭͈̗͑̔̐̔̔̍́̇͂̈́̋̈̓͑͊̉̏͋̃̀̑̐̕͜͝.̴̛̘̻̫̱͙͚͖̪̤͆̀̏̽̈͒̇̈͒̇̂̋̒̑́̈́̔̐̍͋̽̅̾̑̅͒̚̚͘͘͠͝͝?̸̡̧͎͉͚̖̜̤̪̮͔̰̼͖̝̤̰͙̳̣͉̯̍̈́̅̈́̂̈̔̑͂͗̈́̉̓̆́̎̈́̍͗͆̕͜͜͝ͅ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠
.̸̢̢̡̨̝̫̞̗̤̬͎̳̠̜͚̪͖̻̰̰̬͍̫͖̪͎̪͖̙̯̯͎̞̜͈̣̮̥̻̭̈́̽̄̾͒͗̊̀̊͆̄̑̔̂̀́̊̈́̐̍̊̃̃̾̂̅̐̅͆͘͜ ̸͙̥̞̓̐̋̆̃̓̆̓̈̈́̂̒͝.̶̡̡̨̡̨̡̛̛͎̯͔̩̘͔͍̩͖̣̯͕͍̜̻͇̦͈̖̟̲̜͔͈͚͙̙͇͕͚̥́̇͑̀̉̑̾̍̌̔̒̏͜͝͝͝ ̶̡͇̜͖̤̣̳̦̣͕͍̻̬̞̫̳͍̜̫͖̖̻̗̂̈͆́̃̈́̀̅̊͆̏̇̓͌͊͑͋̔̅͒͂̽̆́̚̕̚̚͝.̴̨̧̧̧̛̙͇̳̫͖͉̻͓̙̟̭͔̳̖̺̱̬̫͖̖̿͊̄̌̑̈́́̒͂̊̅̌̈́́̽̽̊̂̈́͋̏̈́̓̈̕̕͜͜ ̷̢̲̖̟̯͔̼̝̰̘̤͑̂̅̌͛͜͜͝.̸̧̡̛̹̳͇̗̩͕̲̫̪̻̘̖̯̻͓̜̦̺͙͈͔̼͙̭̰̼̦̠̣͎͓͔̫̻̓́͒̾̌̓̃͊͂̊̀̒̒́̂̀̆͑̈́͗͐̒͋̍́͆̌̐́̽͆̚͠͠͠͠ ̴̧̩̤̭̼̣͙͛̓̾̏̌̑͒͌́̎͑̎͗̈́͗̅͘.̵̡̢̢͚̟̗͔̗̻̗̰͇͈̼͈̦̠̭͔̺͓̭͈̬̠͙̟̮͓̳̣̪̩͇̘̔̋͒́̋͐̿̀̽̀̍̊͜͠ͅ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶̢̲̰̩̱̰̭̰̗̞̭͉̜͇̟̩̫̤̼̤̦͖͓͈̼͙̖̲̮̹͖͇͓̳̱͖͑.̵̧̢̢̛͈̩̦͙͇̮̼̫͍̬̥̯̳͕̥̱̗͙̬͔͖̻̯͈͉̬̯̰̬͂̊̎̆̑́̋͑̇̈́̿̎̔̄͌̈́̅̇̓̄͂̀́̔̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ?̵̢̡̘͖͉̩͕̪͕͍̮̗̟͍̳͚̯̦̰̯̝͎̘̱̤͍̏̿̇͗̍͆̑̏̂̅̈́̄̐͘͘͠͝ͅ
.̸̢̢̡̨̝̫̞̗̤̬͎̳̠̜͚̪͖̻̰̰̬͍̫͖̪͎̪͖̙̯̯͎̞̜͈̣̮̥̻̭̈́̽̄̾͒͗̊̀̊͆̄̑̔̂̀́̊̈́̐̍̊̃̃̾̂̅̐̅͆͘͜ ̸͙̥̞̓̐̋̆̃̓̆̓̈̈́̂̒͝.̶̡̡̨̡̨̡̛̛͎̯͔̩̘͔͍̩͖̣̯͕͍̜̻͇̦͈̖̟̲̜͔͈͚͙̙͇͕͚̥́̇͑̀̉̑̾̍̌̔̒̏͜͝͝͝ ̶̡͇̜͖̤̣̳̦̣͕͍̻̬̞̫̳͍̜̫͖̖̻̗̂̈͆́̃̈́̀̅̊͆̏̇̓͌͊͑͋̔̅͒͂̽̆́̚̕̚̚͝.̴̨̧̧̧̛̙͇̳̫͖͉̻͓̙̟̭͔̳̖̺̱̬̫͖̖̿͊̄̌̑̈́́̒͂̊̅̌̈́́̽̽̊̂̈́͋̏̈́̓̈̕̕͜͜ ̷̢̲̖̟̯͔̼̝̰̘̤͑̂̅̌͛͜͜͝.̸̧̡̛̹̳͇̗̩͕̲̫̪̻̘̖̯̻͓̜̦̺͙͈͔̼͙̭̰̼̦̠̣͎͓͔̫̻̓́͒̾̌̓̃͊͂̊̀̒̒́̂̀̆͑̈́͗͐̒͋̍́͆̌̐́̽͆̚͠͠͠͠ ̴̧̩̤̭̼̣͙͛̓̾̏̌̑͒͌́̎͑̎͗̈́͗̅͘.̵̡̢̢͚̟̗͔̗̻̗̰͇͈̼͈̦̠̭͔̺͓̭͈̬̠͙̟̮͓̳̣̪̩͇̘̔̋͒́̋͐̿̀̽̀̍̊͜͠ͅ ̶͔̗̣͕̦̭͎̳̦͇̝̞͋́̆͂̿̑̇̀̉̿͂̂̌͆̀̃̊̿̾̀̀̔̂̈́̔̀̌̇̊͆̂͘͝͝͠͝.̶̛̛̻͎̹͇̲͎̀̌͒̉͛̄̈́̅̊͒͒̄́̀̄̈́̎̀̀̇̈́͆͌̃͐̐̚̕̕͜͝͠ ̶̢̲̰̩̱̰̭̰̗̞̭͉̜͇̟̩̫̤̼̤̦͖͓͈̼͙̖̲̮̹͖͇͓̳̱͖͑.̵̧̢̢̛͈̩̦͙͇̮̼̫͍̬̥̯̳͕̥̱̗͙̬͔͖̻̯͈͉̬̯̰̬͂̊̎̆̑́̋͑̇̈́̿̎̔̄͌̈́̅̇̓̄͂̀́̔̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ?̵̢̡̘͖͉̩͕̪͕͍̮̗̟͍̳͚̯̦̰̯̝͎̘̱̤͍̏̿̇͗̍͆̑̏̂̅̈́̄̐͘͘͠͝ͅ
Ẏ̸̡͚͐҉̷̨̨̧̨̨̹͈̟͈͙̻̯̗͙̰̭̙̠̮̦̺̝̖̬͈͎̯̲̖̜̇̌͊̈͌͛̾̊̔̎͐̃̈̃̏͌̆̈́̀̆͑̆̑̔̓̈́͐͋͗̐̕̕͘͝͝͝ͅỞ̴̧̨̨̩̦̝̟͉͚̝̘̭̫͔̞̯̣̠̮͓̬̥̗̀̈́́̒̔͛͛̉̓̂͒̀̍̒̏̿̾̄͛́̈̂̂̎͂̄̈̓̽̿̃͊̚̚͘͜͠͝͝ͅU̷̧̧̡̳̞̟̦̬̬̤̺͉̭͓̱̦̼̪͚͚͇͖̼̹̦̰͉̘̬̗̜̾̍̈̾̈̽̔̽̌̒͋̋̃̃̋́̓̇̉̈́̾̔͑̈́̿͊̃̈̿̓͑̓͗̔͊̈́̋͜͝͝͝
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Flinching back and somewhat being petrified i said "🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☞︎🕆︎👍︎😐︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎✍︎" quietly like it was a mumble but a bit louder than that as I stared into nothing trying to figure out what just happened a second ago... Seemingly getting lost in the thought....as questions flood my head.......
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Was that a glitch?... no i don't think glitches can happen to this world so what was that?
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"sans"
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"ՏᗩᑎՏ!" Izuku yelled
Snapping my thoughts and questions away and jolting back a bit i said "𝘂𝗺 𝘆𝗲𝗮?"
"You ok? You said something but I can't understand it at all it's like in a different language not mention you looked as if you were distressed" Izuku said worried
making an excuse I said "𝘆𝘂𝗽. 𝗶 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲"
"Ok?" Izuku says as he walks away hesitantly and is now heading to where the others are, I soon then followed them.
While arriving I decided to say something "𝘂𝗵, 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝗮 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲"
"You bastard don't leave us with all the chores" Kastuki yelled
"𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼. 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗮 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗽-𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲." I said with that I shortcut my way home and actually the real reason was not because I don't want to do the chores but it was because I felt something odd....
It was an odd sensation of something or a sound of something pretty familiar to me but they were inaudible to me it was really too glitched out and distorted for me to recognize. It was almost like something from my multiverse and due to my curiosity I wanted to check that out, i think it was from a portal? of some sort... with someone talking through it.. was it trying to reach me?... The other doesn't seem to sense anything strange at all.. Thinking about it even more I finally was able to link it to something or more like someone.. The sensation it's like error's portal isn't it...
WAIT, Wait, wait, does this mean that I'll be able to get back now? After almost 4 years of me being here? Are they trying to open a portal here I'm guessing that it failed tho cause there is no open portal I can sense probably it closed right back the moment it opened..
Huh.. I might be able to return soon so I think that it will be better if I do tell Aizawa about my actual orgins..
So I decided to wait for Aizawa to go home, while waiting I messed around and fooled around the house totally being bored. I also had written some things in my notebook mainly jey points of my findings which was about a portal and how it closed back and also about it coming from my multiverse.. I decided to go and watch some TV while waiting for Aizawa to arrive home
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Some time later Aizawa did arrive..
Getting the keys from his pockets Aizawa opened the door to the house and soon as he opened it he spotted Sans chilling at the couch upside down with his back to the seat of the couch and legs at the back of the couch while watching the news seemingly upside down as well. "Sans why are you here? I thought that you'll be with Endeavor still." Aizawa said unamused since Sans has already done this quite a lot.
Sitting right up Sans said "𝗼𝗵, 𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹" in somewhat a serious manner because of the darkening of his pupils and his voice which got deeper
Aizawa was able to tell that this was something serious because of the pupils and the voice thia is not any ordinary reason cause Sans do not do this at all so he replied "what is it." nonchalantly but cautiously as well
"𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺" Sans said as he snaps his fingeres letting a blue energy wrap around them and dissappear only to show up in his room.
Silence filled the room as Sans does his best to think of words to start the conversation cause there is no going back now that he has done this.. While Sans was trying to pick the right words Aizawa said "so what now?"
"𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱" Sans said
"wait, what?"
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