Undertale Quotes

Despite everything, it's still you.

I'm not overweight, I'm undertall

Only the fearless made proceed. Brave ones, foolish ones. Both walk not the middle road.

It is a beautiful day outside. Birds are singning, flowers are blooming.... On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell

you have something called "determination." so as long as you hold on... so as long as you do what's in your heart... i believe you can do the right thing.

I can't go to hell. I'm all out of vacation days.

Lie to yourself all the time. It makes you feel better

I'm 19 years old and I've already wasted my entire life

gettttttt dunked on!!!

Do you wanna have a bad time?

Friendship" is just a hot person's way of making you their slave.

But you didn't get this far by giving up, did you? That's right. You have something called 'determination'. So as long as you hold on, so as long as you do what's in your heart, I believe you can do the right thing.

Never interact with attractive people. Unless you're "one of them" they're just gonna take advantage of you.

Oh my love Please run away Monster King Forbids your stay Humans must Live far apart Even if It breaks my heart They'll put you In the dungeon It'll suck And then you'll die a lot Really sad You're gonna die Cry cry cry So sad it's happening!

This chapter portrays United States politicians in their natural habitat. Reader discretion is advised. No claims are made that the portrayal of any named Senators is accurate; any similarity with actual Senators, sitting or former, is purely coincidental... not to mention really weird.

Sans

eeeeeee ee eeee

He who steals my wallet steals cash; tis something, nothing, twas mine, now his, and has been slave to thousands, but he who steals my phone steals my good name, and robs me of that which not enriches him, to say nothing of my music library.

Thousands of years of waiting, and we're finally free. When the history books include this part, I don't want there to be a p-paragraph saying that monsters still had to stay in the Underground because Dr. Alphys was hung over.” “okay, that sounds bad, but consider this; everyone would remember your name when it came up on a quiz.

she's only here for this chapter only.

supernova

Andromeda…

GALAXY!!

OHGODDON'TBEMADUNDYNESBEENRUBBINGOFFONMEONMOREWAYSTHANONEAND

A branch smacked him in the face and he glared at the thing carrying him. Another branch smacked him in the face. He groaned. So that's what this whole trip was going to be, wasn't it? A third branch wacked into the side of his skull. Fan-fricken-tastic.

I never asked for you guys to celebrate my birthday. I never mentioned it because I never wanted anyone to celebrate it. You guys took it upon yourselves to celebrate it and you expect me to go and celebrate something that isn't a good memory for me. I have never had a good birthday and there is-" "And that's the folly of others, not you," Sans cut in just a viciously. "I'm not leaving till you come and celebrate with us, damn it." Sans's body deflated. "You're family and we want to celebrate your fricken existence.

Surprise! Happy Valentines Day! Because I was very excited to get this chapter out (it's one of my favorites) and because I love you guys dearly, I decided to update a second time for this week! I hope you enjoy it!

thinking of trying the guitar

Heheh. The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's ALWAYS funny." The kid gave a confused giggle as Sans tucked his hand back into his pocket. "Anyways, you're a human, right? That's hilarious. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now. But…y'know…" Sans shrugged, "I don't really care about capturing anybody. Now my brother, Papyrus, he's a human-hunting FANATIC." Motion over the kid's head drew Sans's attention briefly and his face lit up. He'd know that silhouette anywhere, even from this distance through the light fog. "Hey, actually, I think that's him over there." He focused back on the kid, catching the tail end of their rotation to see what he was looking at. "I have an idea." The kid looked back at him. "Go through this gate thingy." The kid glanced at the gate, worry marring their expression. Sans nodded. "Yeah, go right through. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone." It was a breath, a moment that allowed Sans to watch as the kid's worry turned into determination, before the kid turned right around and walked through the massive structure's posts. Sans kept pace with them, following them through to the other side and then some. Surprisingly enough, the oddly-shaped lamp that had always been next to his station was suddenly conveniently-shaped and very useful, especially with his brother heading their way. "Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp.

The kid's footfall was pretty unique. Sans looked to the kid when Papyrus looked back at him and looked to Papyrus when his brother returned his gaze to the human. They did this probably eight or nine times till they were spinning around, coming to a stop facing the human. Sans was trying very hard not to fall over as the world kept spinning. The fact that he was trying not to laugh wasn't helping. Papyrus quickly spun Sans around the other way, rushing in what was as close to a stage whisper as Papyrus got, "SANS! OH MY GOD! IS THAT…A HUMAN!?" They turned back around and Sans, out of habit, couldn't help but mess with his brother. "Uhhhh...Actually, I think that's a rock." Papyrus deflated. "OH." Sans was quick to bring the wind back into Papyrus's sails, though, asking, "Hey, what's that in front of the rock?" Papyrus lit up again, and Sans was very happy to see Papyrus so excited. "OH MY GOD!" Papyrus turned to Sans again and questioned in his not-so stage whisper, "IS…IS THAT A HUMAN?" "Yes," Sans supplied in a stage whisper.

I am Toriel," she offered. "So nice to meet you." He couldn't help but wink at her. "The name's Sans, and, uh, same." "Oh! Wait, then…" she turned her attention to Papyrus and Sans's expression became fond. "This must be your brother, Papyrus! Greetings, Papyrus! It is so nice to finally meet you. Your brother has told me so much about you." "WOWIE…I CAN'T BELIEVE ASGORE'S CLONE KNOWS WHO I AM! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!" Sans chuckled. Only the Great Papyrus. Toriel spoke up again. "Hey, Papyrus…what does a skeleton tile his roof with?" Sans had to swallow a laugh as Papyrus's sockets narrowed. "HMMM…" the lankier skeleton voiced as he thought. "SNOW-PROOF ROOF TILES?" "No, silly!" Toriel quickly replied. "A skeleton tiles his room with…shin-gles!" Sans shared a grin with Toriel as Papyrus nearly lost his shit. "I CHANGED MY MIND! THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!

Did you ever play Undertale?

grabbed my leg while Keres-Rayne attacked him in fury. Gritting my teeth, I wrenched the bone out and threw it away. My eyes widened as I remembered something. Madison, the soulless spirit whom I had found creepy, had stabbed me in this very same spot. I remembered doing the exact same thing I had just done. I remembered how me and Sans battled the three people who were so dangerous. I remembered all the stuff we did, all the fun we had had… I lurched forward, coughing out the Hate substance again. Keres-Rayne looked at me in concern, but had to keep fighting with Papyrus. The familiar burning sensation returned to my eyes and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Come on, I thought. This is not the time. Still feeling the Hate trickling down my mouth, I whirled around to face Papyrus and charged in with renewed fury, barely feeling

If asked – and no one ever did – I’d describe all politicians as a bunch of over-promoted, under-talented twats with egos directly proportionate to their incompetence and I personally wouldn’t have one in the house.

Keres

11:23 AM LadyDeathwish: Hey that skeleton in the video with you and the cop 11:23 AM LadyDeathwish: Is he single 11:23 AM: r u talking abt papyrus or sans 11:24 AM: papyrus is the tall 11:24 AM: WAIT WAT 11:24 AM LadyDeathwish: DON'T YOU START 11:24 AM LadyDeathwish: Being demi is a chore 11:24 AM LadyDeathwish: Who am I attracted to? and why?! 11:24 AM: fuck I know Matt was an asshole 11:24 AM: but I didn't realize he was bad enough to get you to give up on human men entirely

For a moment, both men (not to mention several skeleton monsters) stood completely still, dumbfounded. Hal recovered first, pumping both arms in the air. "HAHAHAHA! JUST LIKE THEY SAY! RED BULL GIVES YOU WIIINGS!

I need to know where my clothes are, especially my pants. Fate of the world or not, I refuse to fight anybody in a backless hospital gown. It's against my religion.” “...your paperwork said your religious affiliation was Jedi.” “You ever seen somebody fight bare-assed in Star Wars? Actually don't answer that. I haven't seen all of the prequel trilogy yet.

I mean, people say better the devil you know than the devil you don't, but when the devil you know kills one of your best friends since kindergarten-” “You end up re-evaluating your fucking priorities.

But the real weak point in all of these arguments is simply that, for every reason people can come up with to dislike and reject monsters, there are an equal number of reasons to tolerate and accept them. And we know all of them by heart because we've heard them all before, as Frisk Dreemurr said earlier, when they were used against other human beings. Though having said that, there are also other reasons to like monsters, and I have a few of them right here.” The host on the screen reached down and started pulling objects out from underneath the news desk and placing them on top of it, while the audience started to laugh. “We have vanilla, chocolate, chocolate chip, fudge, caramel, butterscotch, cherry, wild mango, lava cake, actual lava not sure how that works, strawberry kiwi, watermelon, and pistachio.” The host picked up one of the items and showed it on screen, so that the logo of the smiling blue monster was easily visible. “And don't forget, when you're done eating the Nice Cream, you also have a message on the wrapper telling you something positive and reassuring. So if I could give a little advice to the anti-monster crowd out there, if you're still watching? Your competition has all these different flavors, and please note that 'Salty' is not one of them. Cornering that market is not the brilliant strategy you seem to think it is.

Just a basic attack. Soft as you can make it. Just enough to trigger the INV response.” “Doc, I'm not a scientist or a warrior, I don't know how to cut things that fine. Also you're basically asking me to hit my girlfriend and I have several problems with that.” “Actually I'm asking you to attack the embryo inside her.” “What part of that is an improvement?!

Excuse me? Who here had the bright idea of healing a gunshot wound with the bullet still in it?” All eyes turned to another doctor that had stepped into the hallway. Toriel narrowed her eyes. “That was my doing. You must be Doctor Akron. Doctor Ross mentioned you might stop by.” “I'll bet. Listen to me. What you did put that girl's life in danger. You left contaminated shrapnel in an open wound and sealed it up without even trying to sterilize it.” “I... I am not familiar with the details of human medical treatment-” “Exactly! You have no business making those kinds of calls! All you did was make things worse! Even with the X-Rays we had to perform exploratory surgery to find all of those bullet fragm-” Hal Greene suddenly pushed past the queen and stood face to face with Dr. Akron. “Hi there doctor! You sound cranky, you could use some fresh air!” Before anyone could respond, Hal grabbed the doctor's shoulder, knelt down, pulled, and twisted in one seamless movement that left the doctor in a fireman's carry across his shoulders. “What in the- PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!” “I can't put you down here, you silly billy! The fresh air is outside the building! Let's go! DAH NAH NAAAAAH DAH NAH NAHHHH....” Every person in the hallway watched in confusion as Hal carried the angry doctor on his shoulders, running down the hallway, into the lobby, and presumably outside the building. “...WAS THAT THE ROCKY THEME HE WAS TRYING TO SING?” Papyrus scratched his skull in confusion. “Yeah.” Justin shrugged. “Hal loves underdog stories.

It's complicated." Chara turned around to face forward again. "I realized when you were trying to get me to come with you. A lot of people went to a lot of trouble to make sure I got a second chance. If I die fighting Jordan, I probably won't get a third. And if I did manage to kill him, that's another mess for Frisk and Papyrus and mom and dad to clean up. And then when he was talking, I understood. Sometimes the universe does let you have a second chance. But my second chance is not his.

It took a moment longer for them to consider that they were being chased by a man on magical ice skates, only the ice was on his feet and not the surface being skated on. "...fine. Why not." "What's happening?! We're slowing down!" "Well. It appears. We have a new tradition in Ebott's Wake. Cultists On Ice!

Do you have to do that?" "Do what?" "Talk with your mouth open." "That's how talking works dumbass." "I meant chew with your mouth open. This is a Chinese joint not a seafood joint." "Yeah, well, you snore and you show no signs of stopping. So I guess neither of us is getting what we want today." "Jesus Christ, will you two get a room already? The sexual tension is thicker than the sweet and sour sauce." Both agents turned to see a man carrying several takeout boxes from the cash register to the door, shoving it open with one shoulder and holding it as some sort of aquatic or amphibious monster in a business suit made its way inside. Agent Black turned to his partner. "Wasn't that the conspiracy theorist guy?" Agent Brown raised both eyebrows. "That was what you thought was most important there? Not the whole sexual tension comment?

Chara? What about you?" "...I want to get off Mister Bones' Wild Ride.