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Sans had been wandering, simply walking around as something to do, people watching when he could. Out of the corner of his eye, he’d noticed someone simply just standing there. Making his way over to them, he began to speak. “Hey, you alright? You’re looking a little lost there, pal.”

#encmhqstarter #{ turn around and shake my hand || starters }#hi hello i'm rebecca and this is my bby sans #i've been playin him in diff groups 4ever now #and i'm v excited to bring him here!!#pls love him lmao #also pls feel free to slide into my ims for plots/intros/anything else lets be friends #lmao *forces friendship on all of u*

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“I went from having a tiny apartment to having a slightly bigger apartment, I am living the life right now”

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“How’d ya manage that?” Sans questioned curiously, “Did you save up enough money or just make a real shady deal?”

#{ mermaidiism }#{ mermaidiism: 001 }#{ mermaidiism: jenny }#{ you will be judged for every action || interactions }

winter--scldier

Bucky owned a small shop for repairing motorbikes and cars, and was just working on another bike when the door bell rang. “I am here,” he muttered, only realizing now it was past closing time already at this point.

“We are actually closed,” he said, wiping off his greasy hands, “ what do you want?”

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Somewhat surprised by the man’s tone, Sans put his hands up in mock defense and defeat. “Nothin’. Just kinda wanted to see what was goin’ on. But apparently you’re closed. That’s what you said, right?” He half joked, figuring the man probably wouldn’t find it funny.

#{ winter--scldier }#{ winter--scldier: 001 }#{ winter--scldier: bucky }#{ you will be judged for every action || interactions }

lovexlossx

After returning from the mist Isabelle had made a grave marker for Max in the graveyard. It wasn’t like he was buried there, but it helped to give her someone to talk too. A pain that always ached in her chest as she made the walk out here persisted even today. Her mind rattled with memories of holding him dead, and others of him waking up. Today she carried a small bundle of daisies and placed it on top of the tomb stone. “Hey little man..” She commented, “Looking good today.”

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Sans was big on wandering around and watching people from a distance. He was fascinated by people and the things they did for as long as he could remember. As he saw this woman though, he couldn’t help but interject. She looked sad, and although there wasn’t much he could say or do that would help her, he figured that if he was in that position, he probably wouldn’t want to be alone. “Who ya talking to?” He questioned, practically stepping out of a shadow.

#{ lostxones }#{ lostxones: 001 }#{ lostxones: isabelle }#{ you will be judged for every action || interactions }

✧ ☽ • Look, it’s SANS THE SKELETON in the town square. They look just like DANIEL HOWELL. I heard they are 27 years old and they are a CANON CHARACTER from UNDERTALE. Isn’t that amazing? It’s just sad that you are never going to return there. Welcome to Easthaven! (ooc: rebecca, 21, ast, she/her)