Every Monster in Snowdin, the tol and the smol,
Would gather at Grillby’s, every ship, ‘sona and AU.
Filled with DETERMINATION, they’d reblog and they’d tag!
They’d sin! And they’d sin! And they’d SIN!
SIN! SIN! SIN!
And the more Gaster thought of this Whole UnderSinning,
The more he thought, “Excuse me who gave you the RIGHT???”
“HOW DARE”
“I MEAN HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK, they’re BONES! THEY’RE JUST BONES!!!!”
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!??!???!!?!?!”
THIS IS EXACTLY THE LEVEL OF RIDICULOUS THAT I DESIRE IN MY FANART