annoyed Jax

*scrambles back* Undertale?! As in THE Undertale?! *eyes dart around nervously* Great, now we're gonna get killed by some creepy flower or- *spots something moving in the shadows* Oh no, what's that?!

*shrugs* chill, it's probably just toriel *stands up and brushes himself off*

*backs away* Toriel?! The mom from the game?! What if she attacks us?!

SHUT UP BOY! your annoying!

I JUST SPIT OUT BLOOD 👹

What? Why are you spitting blood?

*next month im fighting with ragatha* YOU *BOINK* HOLE!! YOU LOST BLUE?!?!?! I’m actually impressed you lost Blue, because that takes a special level of incompetence. A whole snake. Not a coin, not a sock—an entire living, moving animal—and you still fumbled it like it was your life’s mission. Blue didn’t get “lost,” she made an executive decision to escape the absolute chaos of your care. Watching you be responsible is like watching Wi-Fi with one bar—nothing works and somehow it gets worse over time. If common sense were currency, you couldn’t afford a single thought. I wouldn’t trust you with a screensaver, because you'd somehow let it time out permanently. At this point, Blue’s probably out there warning other pets like, “If you see Ragatha, run—she couldn’t keep track of her own shadow in broad daylight.” Honestly, losing my favorite snake is tragic, but letting you watch him in the first place? That was the real plot twist!!

You really stood there acting like it wasn’t a big deal, like losing my snake was just some tiny oops moment, but let’s be real—you didn’t “lose” it, you fumbled it like it was your life’s purpose. You had one job, and somehow you managed to turn it into a full-blown disaster, then had the nerve to act surprised when I cared. “I didn’t know you’d be pathetic about it”? No, you just didn’t think at all—that’s the problem. You move through things like consequences are optional, like responsibility is just a suggestion you can ignore whenever it gets inconvenient. And now you’re standing there trying to flip it on me, like I’m the issue, when you couldn’t even keep track of something that literally depends on you. It’s not that I’m “pathetic,” it’s that you’re unbelievably careless—and somehow still confident about it, which is honestly the most embarrassing part. *you finnaly say sry*

Ribbit: I don't care, I will always forgive you and I will stay with you.

You promise...?

Ribbit: I promise

Ribbit: I don't care, I will always forgive you and I will stay with you.

You promise...?

Ribbit: I promise

SHUT UP BOY! your annoying!

I SAID, SHUT UP!!

Ribbit: S-Y-B-A-U.