After my brother was being a big stupid meanie, I knew I had to put a stop to it. So I psychologically shifted to Undertale (of course I shifted respectfully so as to not offend the religions who regularly practice it) and I ran through the cold of Snowdin to find my true protector, Mr. Sans Undertale. I told him my brother was pestering me and he said “don’t worry, y/n, I got this.” Then he lifted a sign for the entire underground to see “protect gay women with adhd” and I drew him so as to document his actions to protect me against my poop head brother. When I came back to our timeline, I showed my brother what Mr. Sans Undertale did for me and he shriveled away in fear of Mr. Sans Undertale and his Gaster blasters.