ThankgoditsSunday

Bloody hands can't tell lies, But bloody men can. Footsteps can't prove crimes, But fingerprints can. Quick moving eyes can't hide tears, But motionless eyes can. Crimson-soaked knives can't find hope, But loaded guns can. Minds can't seek truth, But souls can.

Maybe you understand me. Or maybe you don't. But I will just calmly sip my tea, As I watch the gory battle inside me. Maybe I appear friendly on the outside, But I feel hatred and rage on the inside. Maybe I appear beautiful on the outside, But I feel ugly and hideous on the inside. Maybe I appear strong on the outside, But I feel weak and frail on the inside. Maybe I appear alive on the outside, But I feel dead and rotting on the inside, Maybe I appear happy on the outside, But I feel sad and depressed on the inside. Maybe I appear intelligent on the outside, But I feel idiotic and stupid on the inside. I feel demons and mons

For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly evil? Or am I just an illusion?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly good? Or am I just a excuse?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly impure? Or am I just a scene?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly pure? Or am I just a puppet?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly hated? Or am I just a dummy?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly loved? Or am I just a test?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly a bad brother? Or am I just a lazy bones?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly a good brother? Or am I just a joker?" For one day, I ask myself: "Am I truly a skeleton? Or am

From the first moment I picked up that stick, I knew I was destined to slaughter. The way the monsters fell at my feet in just one or two swings... I couldn't handle the emotions flowing through my tainted veins. Even the monsters that seemed too sad to attack me, I still struck them down. Can you blame ME? The cold of the Ruins splashed against my skin like dry ice in a bucket, But the warmth of the blood kept me going, no matter how cold I got. Then, I finally found the only "friend" I could trust... The Toy Knife. Dull, but can be used as a cutting tool. Can you blame ME? When I couldn't find anymore monsters, I felt euphoric. N

Anime here, Anime there, Anime everywhere! Laboratory or TV, it's by her side, no matter what! Pure or impure, we sometimes don't know! Hatred is what she thinks she deserves... You find the note she leaves for you... Secrets she has held on to for so long...

 Metal and lots of magic! Ecstatic and energetic! Truly a hero to the monsters! Tad bit too much like Anime... Alphys truly outdid herself! Tomorrow, the pilot episode! Only real drama and bloodshed! Not leaving the Underground yet!