Hey gang, I just ran after this animal. Someone tell me what animal is this. Look. It’s weird, I found it. I thought it was a duck. Look at its feet, my god*bird kicks* HEY, CALM IT FUCKER, DON’T PECK ME. My mom has a zoo at her house, I’m gonna take it to her. But look, it’s a weird animal*bird starts pecking his fingers* AAAAAAAAAAAAH IT PECKED ME, SON OF A FUCKING BITCH. *sucks air through teeth*UUUGHH FUCK, HE’S PECKING ME GUYS AAAAAAAAHH, ASSHOLE AAAH. FUCKER, LET ME GO, OH FUCK AAH–
Undertale was full of raw ass lines and I’m sorry y’all are too chickenshit to acknowledge this because you’ve decided it’s cringy to like things
op is so right and here’s some evidence (not even a fraction of it all):
“I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”
“Despite everything, it’s still you.”
“My brother’d really like to see a human, so it’d really help me out if you’d keep pretending to be one.”
“Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is so much more interesting.”
“First, however, is as customary for those who make it this far… I shall tell you the tragic tale of our people. It all started, long ago… No. You know what? SCREW IT! WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU THAT STORY WHEN YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIE!”
“The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”
“If I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now. But you didn’t get this far by giving up, did you? That’s right. You have something called ‘determination.’ So long as you hold on… so long as you do what’s in your heart…I believe you can do the right thing. Alright. We’re all counting on you, kid. Good luck.”
“I understand why Asgore took so long to hire a new royal scientist. The previous one… Dr. Gaster. His brilliance was irreplaceable. However, his life… was cut short. One day, his experiments went wrong, and… Well, I needn’t gossip. After all, it’s rude to talk about someone who’s listening.”
“You should be smiling, too. Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy? You’re going to be free.”
He looked up at the others, the ones who carried his weak body home, hands gentle for people so strong. The ones who fumbled with his first-aid kit, wiped the blood from his face and tucked him into his makeshift bed, pretty faces pinched in worry. He looked at them all; his saviors, his caretakers. Friends.
“I’m okay,” he whispered and actually meant the words.
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