Lookie its that time of the year i don celebrate woohoo-

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(Eh. Since I respect them holidays imma just do dis-)

Sans : *yawns loudly & slowly sits up on his bed* *stretched a little & made some if his bones pop a bit(which he doesn't mind at all but Pap does-)*

Sans : hmmmmmmm... *mumbles out gibberish as he changes from his pjs into a black shirt & dark blue shorts*

Sans : *goes downstairs as he decides to drink something*

Flowey : *was in the kitchen when he saw Sans* Oh hey Sans

Sans : ssssup.. *walks to the fridge & checks what's inside*

Flowey : *rubs his eyes as he drinks his coffee* Yo ya know wut day it is today-?

Sans : hmm..? *grabs a ketchup bottle & drinks it* *yawns* Ah man sorry ya know how i am in mornings.

Sans : Wut wazzit-?

Flowey : Today. Waz da date.

Sans : huh, dunno.

Sans : *goes to the living room w/ Floe & looks at the calendar near him* todayyy issssssssssss...

Sans : October, 1st.

Flowey : Oh. Mkay. *drinks his coffee again*

Both (Sans & Flowey) :

Both :

Both :

Both : ayyyyyYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEE

Flowey : IZ DA TIME OF DA YEAR BOIIIIIII

Sans : WHOOP WHOOP

NM : *bursts into the household suddenly*

NM : I T S T H E T I M E B I S H E S

Cross : *in the distance* NIGHTMARE WTF MAN

Cross : ITS TOO DARN EARLY

NM : I D O N O T C A R E

Sans : *grabs his slipper & throws it right at NM's face*

NM : *BOOM HEADSHOT*

Flowey : YO-

Sans : *quickly dabs lmao*

Flowey : GET DUNKED

Sans : & TAKE UR SHAT *turns NM's soul blue*

Sans : & LEAVEEEEE *throws him out*

NM : *hits Cross*

Cross : ARGH FUC-

Flowey : *laughs*

Sans : *pants* *collapses onto the couch*

Sans : Floe halp am tired nao

Flowey : Floe?! Really?! *laughs*

Sans : yes floe u mah servant now

Sans : go get me a pillow

Flowey : *throws one right at him* There

Sans : *grabs it w/ one hand & w/o looking like holy flip m8* *puts in on the couch & instantly sleeps on it*

Flowey : *rolls eyes & chuckles*

~LATEERRRRRR- actually like an hour or two later-~

Flowey : *was in his room rn, texting her Kitten~~*

Papyrus & Toriel : *making some food for breakfast & all that in le kitchen*

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