kEn, He wAS tHiS cLosE t0 slAPpINg hIs coW0rkER
Cuphead: *He nuzzles back*
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Husk: I-I love you t-too~
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Sans: *He goes harder and faster*
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Frisk: Hmm... How about a Universe where there's no such thing as FIGHTING..! So, everybody's in peace..! :3
Error: G̶̤͠ọ̴̽ō̴̗ḋ̵̝ ̴̼̿l̶̞̽ủ̷͍c̵̩͒k̷̢̀ ̶̗̀w̷̘͝í̸̜t̷̫̃h̷͙̄ ̷̧͊t̶̹̿h̸̨̔ä̵̻t̵͍̕.̷̹̆.̶̰̃.̵̞̽ (Good luck with that...)
Frisk: =^= Well, what Universe would you make, Error Sans?
Error: U̷̢͛h̴̞͒h̸̭͗h̵̍͜,̸̭͠ ̵̮̅I̶̜̽ ̷̤̔d̴̙͂o̶̙̍n̴̛̯'̷̤̀t̶͔̊ ̷̲͘Ç̵̔r̶͚̀e̴̝͛a̶̰͝t̸̤̋e̶̦̎.̴͓͋.̶̻̑ (Uhhh, I don't Create..)
Frisk: Oh c'mon! There has to be something you'd like to make! If you had to make a Universe, what would it be like??
Error: E̸͎̐h̶̼̕.̸̧̛.̸͎̕.̸̞͐!̶̩͒!̶̩͘ ̷̮̌*̷͔̈́S̴͖͘ǐ̵͜ḡ̵̮ḧ̴̼́*̴̣͊ ̴͇̿F̷̨͠i̶̳̔n̵͈̓e̸͓͊.̴̞̑.̴̬̏.̵̘̊ ̸̪͆.̸͇̊.̷̩̌.̸̬̕ ̷̩͘Ỉ̷͉ ̵̢̄g̴̮͌ǘ̶̪ḙ̵̑s̶̳̓s̷̠͒.̷̡̓.̵͓͊.̸̅ͅ ̵̲͗Ä̶̤ ̶̳̊U̴̬̎n̷͋͜ḭ̵̊v̷̘̀ë̷̡́r̶̛̫ṣ̶̎e̶̗̎ ̷͕͑w̸̯̑ḫ̸̊ë̷́ͅr̸̟̓ȩ̶͌ ̷̝̕y̴͉̍o̸̱̅ȕ̴̥ ̸͓̿c̴͎͑ǎ̸͙n̸̛̟'̷̝̽t̸̀ͅ ̴̣̐ḅ̴̐é̴̤ ̴̮̅ạ̷̾ĺ̷̺o̶̜̐n̴̚͜ḙ̸̊.̵͉̂ ̸͖͆A̴͉͘n̷̡̆d̸̜̀ ̷̮̕n̶̤͂o̶͕̕b̵̼͝o̸̝̽d̵̡͝ỵ̷̏ ̵͚͌c̷̠̆ö̸̼ṳ̷͝l̷̥̄d̸̮͛ ̷̱͊l̸͖̓e̷̟̊ȁ̸̻ṿ̶̃ë̷́͜ ̷̳́y̶̤̿o̷͈̍u̷͈̔.̸̡̄ ̷̈͜O̶̦͘r̷̪͒ ̶̦̃d̸͇͋i̵̥͆e̷͍͊.̵̂ͅ.̵̎ͅ.̴̮̽ (Eh...!! *Sigh* Fine... ... I guess... A Universe where you can't be alone. And nobody could leave you. Or die...)
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Wentworth: *He turns around, to the poor dude behind him* Okay, s-stop that, or i'm yeeting you and your entire work space o-out the window!! >:(
Person: Went, what're you talking about???
Wentworth: *He realizes that he can still feel it, then remembering that Kenyan has the voodoo doll* Uh..!! N-Nothing! *He quickly runs off, to a restroom, hiding in a stall*
Person: ???? I swear, that dude's on something, sometimes...
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