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Baldi slowly crept up through the drain, extending a hand outward and finding his footing. He crawled out of the pipes and shuddered off the multitude of raindrops that littered his skin. He growled fiercely, struggling on all fours as he crept toward Hello Neighbor, eyes a bright red. A clear sign of rabies.
Baldi wipes the sweat from his face after he exits the pipe
“Great Gatsby!” he remarks, foam dripping from his chin. He crosses the nearby road, crawling of course and 3 cars almost hit him on the way. He eventually reaches the other side to see not only a chicken, but also sans undertale. He lunges towards the chicken ravenously and tears it limb from limb with his teeth. Sans looks on in horror.
“Ugh I’m so hungry,” Baldi said while rubbing his stomach. His eyes jutted at Sans Undertale from the hit game Undertale. Baldi approaches closer than he already was. He licks his lips. Baldi grabs Sans’s arm.
“What the fuck man?” asked Sans as he tried to pull away.
“Sans, what’s 1 + 1?” Baldi asked.
“Two.”
“You’re wrong.” Baldi takes a big bite into Sans’s arm. Sans started screaming and it caught the attention of Young Sheldon from the hit show Young Sheldon.
“Are you going to help me? This bald man is biting my arm?”
“Well,” Young Sheldon said, “considering the fact you are dead and made of bones, you should be feeling no pain due to having no pain receptors–”
“Shut up and help me!” Sans yelled.
Young Sheldon stood in the rain, smoking a blunt as his eyes reddened. Tears dripped from his bloodshot eyes as he thought of that fateful day..
He was turned into a brisket.
He, despite sniffling through his lackluster emotions, forced himself to observe the task at hand. Baldi was still on all fours, hands blackened by the disgusting New York streets. Sans, despite the creature feature that stared him down, kept a nonchalant figure. His skeletal palms dug fiercely into his azure jacket, bone fingers clenched with hidden fear. He had heard the rumors of how rabid Baldi had gotten over the years, but..
Sans cocked his head to the side, a gaster blaster materializing out of the damp New York City air. Baldi didn’t take a moment to waste and lunged at him, scaring the skeletal man. Young Sheldon finally decided to step in, grabbing Baldi’s legs and tugging them off of San's face.
Baldi turned his head 360 degrees to the back. “You.. YOU BRISKET!!”
Sheldon screams and cries as George threatens to turn him into a brisket again.
“PLEASE DAD IT STILL HURTS!” yells Sheldon as his dad inches closer. Sans wipes the blood from his face and walks toward George.
“Get away from my adopted son.” he says to George sternly. George pulls a pan from one pocket and a katana from the other.
“It's on, kid” says George.
“How the frick did you even fit that in your pocket?” says Baldi now watching from the background. Sans launches a gaster blaster at George, but he dodges it immediately. George retorts by rushing towards sans and trying to slash him with his katana. Sans dodges as well
“You're gonna have to try a little harder than that” says Sans. “Get behind me Sheldon I’ll protect you.” he says, putting out his hand in front of Sheldon. George pulls out a bottle of oil and a match and lights his pan on fire.
“Your time has come kid” says George jumping over Sans and attempting to hit Sheldon with the burning pan. Sans impales George with a bone as he jumps over, ending him swiftly. The pan falls to the ground.
“I did it, I saved the tow- I mean I saved Sheldon” Says Sans aloud putting his arms on his hips in triumph.
Ford and Bill watched from the sidelines, appalled. Bill started undressing.