Papyrus tells a “scary” “story”.

Poem under KEEP READING!

Gather ‘round, my friends, and I shall tell

A tale of forces maligned

It shall rattle your skin and your bones as well

(But they won’t be as cool as mine)

I promise it shall not take long

And traumatize the meek

I would have made this prose a song

But halloween’s this week.

The story starts one autumn night

at eight P.M., just about

My brother, sans, was stricken with fright.

“Oh no. The pasta’s out.”

“Worry not, bro!” I then exclaimed

“I’ll buy some more for you!

I have a whole 20G to my name!”

“We could just go to grillby’s, too.”

Basking in his vocal praise,

I rushed straight to the store.

I bought enough pasta to cook it for days

for weeks, even months or years more!

But as I stood proudly, 90G in debt

Chopping up noodles with a knife

The pasta I’d bought, though not even cooked yet

Had suddenly been brought to life!

It glowed a dark blue, and it shook as it zoomed

Announcing each move with a “DING!”

As bag after bag flew straight across the room

Until it covered everything!

At this point you’d think that I would act all scared

And cower from being attacked

But no! The assault had been poorly prepared

I’d caught the scoundrel in the act!

My confidence sky-high, having trapped him now

having caught the fiend with red hands.

I unhinged my jaw, and I furrowed my brow

And I screamed a great scream….“SAAAAAAANN-ta”

Why yes, my friends! That’s the twist to this story!

That mischievious Goon

Was merely Saint Nick, who had, in his glory

Brought his cheerful magic too soon!

Looking over, I spotted a meal on my plate

Picking it up as I cheered.

“Oh, Sans! How I’ve wanted to redecorate!

Christmas has come early this year!

While my eyes moved fast, he moved much faster

I never quite saw him in the end

So I tell the legend of the creepy pasta

To family and friends.

Merry Christmas everybody!

This was supposed to be a scary halloween story, Papy.

…what? Halloween? SCARY story? What are you talking about?