Sans is that Thicc even Papa Christmas is Scared
It was christmas day and santa was doing the last house a dropped down chimmney he was met by a skeleton in a blue hoodie, he was suprised and confused
"did you get what i want santa?"
"no you little shit, you are on the naughty list for being too dummy thicc my guy"
"what?! no its impossible" he fall to the ground
"H- How can i be too dummy thicc when... when... I'm a skeleton!?" Sans gasped.
"Sans Undertale... Don't you dare think i dont know what you do on the weekends..." Father Christmas stated, raising an eyebrow knowingly.
"But- But twerking is my hobby!! I just HAVE to do it! I can't stop twerking!!" Sans exclaimed, standing back up and twerking at turbo speed. At that motion, Santa was blown away by the sheer twerking energy Sans was letting out! He flew out of the window!!
Santa had to warn the world. Sans was too powerful. His twerking can be seen causing a vortex of havoc. He stood in the middle, twerking. For a moment God could be seen staring wide eyed in terror.
Sans yelled from the middle of the vortex.
"WHERES YOUR GOD NOW, PRESENT MAN?!"
"Hiding....he is hiding. For even God knows when to back down from hell. " Santa prayed. The world went black. All that could be heard now is the sound of sans dummy thicc cheeks slapping in the void.