Undertale Funny Comic Novels & Stories

she says pointing to the spatula and I just pout at her before bending close to her and attacking her with tickles "Ooh it's so funny huh, you're a betrayer" I mutter out as she goes into a fit of giggles and laughter as I keep tickling her. "Uncle Tristan stop" she says hiccuping and trying to run away "I'm gonna peee" she squeals out laughing hard. I stop and steady her on the chair with a smile on my face "will you laugh at your uncle again"? I ask her and she just nods her head before quickly shaking it

"Oh, he's a real charmer, that one. I'm sure he just helped me out of pure goodwill and not to exploit the situation somehow." Dr. Ruiz winked playfully. "Well, maybe he just couldn't resist the chance to be your knight in shining armor." Nysaa nearly choked on her food at the absurdity of the idea. "If he's my knight in shining armor, then the apocalypse must be near." Their banter continued, each remark funnier and more sarcastic than the last. It was a peculiar bonding moment amidst the tension of Nysaa's hangover and job loss. Nysaa's voice dripped with sarcasm as she pushed the plate away, her hangover now slightly forgotten in the heat of their argument.

“I have to spend three hours tattooing a sleeve on a homophobic truck driver, and he’s going to think I’m hard over him.” Aislen and Talen laughed, and Heath grinned shaking his head as the banter between his two mates continued as they left the house. “F-king comedians,” Heath was awake now, he thought, and might as well take advantage of it. He slid his hand over Talen’s side, over the ridges of stomach muscles, before closing over Talen’s c-ck, causing the vampire to moan.

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you please not use the gun in your hand and fight fairly with me using knives?” She waited with bated breath for his response. For all she knew, a bullet could penetrate her head as she had her guard down. But instead of an answer, Undertaker let out a loud boisterous laugh. Such an odd reaction made her raise her head. And he was indeed laughing loudly with his hand on his stomach. She just stared at him with a baffled expression. “Alright!” he exclaimed then he tossed his gun on the floor to his left and it traveled far. “I like your guts, kid! You make me laugh.”

I just wondered whether a person who was not given a proper burial would be able to rest in peace. I sucked in a deep breath and shut my eyes. Just when I was about to climb over, my phone rang from my handbag. I opened my eyes and answered it. “Hello?” On the other end of the phone, the undertaker sighed in relief when he heard my voice. “Where are you? I’m lost.” I said nothing. The wind at the balcony blew loudly. My silence seemed to have clued the undertaker in on something because his voice quivered when he spoke again. “Hey, listen. I was in a hurry just now, so I didn’t grab anything to help give you a proper burial. I can’t come to collect your body.”

“Don’t be so freaked out. They won’t kill you unless they can think of an amusing way to do it.” “This guy,” said a troll leaning against the tunnel wall trying to get his breath. “He gets it.” “That wasn’t funny,” I said, somewhat annoyed at being driven to the point of hysteria by these knuckleheads. “This is hardly the time or place for your gags.” The trolls continued to rock with laughter. “Can’t think of a better one,” said the one who’d been covered in blood. He wiped a quartz tear from his face. “Your face... priceless.” He burst out laughing again. It sounded like a hallway full of doors slamming shut one after the other.

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.

I choke out. “Are you calling me fat.” He asks then does something completely unexpected, he tickles me. I never thought I was the ticklish type until now, Troy has me squirming in fits of laughter struggling to breath. “Do you yield princess.” He laughs at me. I eye him, “Never.” Then by some miracle I roll him off me and start tickling him back. Turns out Troy is just as ticklish as Uhtred, excellent. “Do you yield my love.” I joke, I know he won’t but it’s still funny listening to him laugh like this.

The 30 over Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen fixed their eyes on Lucas, looking forward to hearing his reply. Lucas smiled and said after a few seconds, "Is there anything scary about the Underworld Stream?" "Hahaha!!!" The 30 over Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen burst into loud laughter. It was as though they had never heard such a ridiculous joke before. "Is it really that hilarious?" Lucas' stunning face had a puzzled look on it.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.