Quack Prep: Undertale

The tag on the hoodie read "Quack Prep," but the fabric felt less like cotton and less like something belonging to this world. It felt like code.

"heh. nice day outside," Sans muttered, his eyes scanning the empty corridor. Usually, this was where the dust settled. Usually, this was where he confronted the anomaly with a bad time. Today, however, the anomaly was late. quack prep undertale

Sans looked down. The rubber ducky strapped to his chest via a complex series of belts and pulleys—the centerpiece of the Quack Prep aesthetic—stared back with unblinking, painted eyes. The tag on the hoodie read "Quack Prep,"