Sans Was Probably Losing His Mind At The "Egg-husband!" Joke That Asgore Said In Deltarune And Was Holding

Yo this looks sooo cool

HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNDERTALE!!!!! I can finally release my baby into the world!!

I worked very hard on this game for a good three weeks and I am so proud to say that I finally finished it!!! It’s a visual novel/almost dating sim/choose your adventure game where you are invited at the skelebros house for a movie night, and everyone knows a lot of stuff can happen during a movie night…

After all it’s been months since you’ve seen the bros, who knows what the waky skeleton have been up to while you were gone?

DOWLOAD “MOVIE NIGHT” HERE ON GAMEJOLT!! <—

There are more than 10 different endings and a good handful of awful humor so have fun exploring the game and its multiple different choices!!

You don’t need to install anything just dowload the file, unzippit and you are good to go! I really hope you’ll enjoy it a lot  of effort went into it qvq

The inspiration of making a ren’py game came after I played “The Great Noodle Jape” by nighttimepixels so give that a go if you haven’t!

PTA Sans - Comic Dub Voice: Cr1TiKaL (x) Editing: Katy133

(I’m still working on the Undertale fan animation, but I wanted to make a small, quick thing. Audio was made before the comic.)

Here is a drawing

I haven't drawn in forever so I

XDD IM DEAD

Y e e t e d

autism

if shes your girl why am i mirroring her speaking habits

Entering a fight in Deltarune: 

This fandom really be testing me.😭

When you have been starving for a couple of hours and you finally get to eat allot of good food at once

Smoke

Arataka Reigen kept a packet of cigarettes in his left side drawer.

It was a new pack each morning, and a cheap one, bought at the gas station along with a plastic-wrapped sandwich for his lunch. He’d tear off the seal, toss them into the drawer, and pretend to forget about them for as long as he could manage. When Reigen would open the drawer, he would hesitate and think better, and grab a pen or paperclip or post-it stack instead. He did this again and again, sliding the drawer open and closed until the cigarettes rolled loose from their pack and spread around the drawer like so many blunt pens.

He could do this for maybe an hour in the morning until, antsy and alone, Reigen would finally pull the first cigarette from the drawer. And he would be quiet in lighting it, hunched in so no one could see. He would smother his thoughts in the first searing puff, then sit there silently, pulling long drags and listening to his own breath for company. After a while he would put it out. Then he would pause, and think, and press the pads of his fingers together in consideration before pulling the second cigarette from the drawer. He would light it, and pull from it, and listen to his breath, and think about what sort of people might walk in today. Whether or not he would speak with anyone else for the rest of the day. He would finish the pack by 5pm every day. It touched everything, and the wallpaper stunk like smoke.

Arataka Reigen smoked when he was alone. And he was almost always alone.

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