Patchundertaleoc Stories

"Where am I?..." a soft, monotone voice whispered, its owner looking around. His creation was alive; the experiment worked! "Ho-o-oly sh-sh-shit-t," the skeleton muttered in awe, starting to glitch more. "I-i-itt wor-orked, ho-holy sh-shit!" "What worked..." the doll asked, looking up at the skeleton in front of it. He let out a stuttering, almost manic laugh, the doll simply waiting for him to calm down. "I-I-I cre-e-ated-ed y-y-you," he finally told it, grinning. "Yo-ou-ou're-u're my-y cre-eation-tion." WARNINGS This fic will contain minor swearing, complicated relationships, skeletons, minor questioning of existence, and quite a few shenanigans from previously mentioned skeletons.