Don't you know how to greet a new pal?

Indie RP blog for Sans from Undertale. Please see about and guidelines before interacting. I claim no credit for images used.

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headcanon: everyone’s an early bird except Sans 

Morning with the squad, featuring Pap’s lack of ability to dress for the season and morning hair dos

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-->>So um... I kinda did the thing and made and Underswap Papyrus blog. Still getting things set up, so there is literally nothing there, but you can follow him at swaptrousle. I’ll do a proper promo when the blog is done.

ANYWHO, does anyone have some Underswap Paps icons they’d be willing to let me use? Or you can point me in a direction to find them? Either icons or an icon resource would be quite helpful. Thanks!

obligatory question mark?

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-->>Mmm such debate. Along with getting this blog fully moving again, I kinda wanna add some verses for the bigger AUs. Mainly:

Underfell (lol, remember when I said I likely wouldn’t RP this one?)

Underswap

Possibly Science Sans

Possibly Aftertale (if loverofpiggies is fine with that one since they made the AU).

Oh yeah, and I’m also considering making either a seperate blog or side-blog for Underswap Papyrus as well.

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     *listen, i know this… probably isn’t supposed to happen.      *hell i could be making the time line into a circle right now but-      *i need your help.

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By now seeing other versions of himself wasn’t that strange, but... this was a Sans, and he usually wasn’t this serious. “uh... okay?” he shifted to stand, letting out a slight groan at joints that were stiff from sitting too long. “what’s going on?”

[humerusjudgment]

“a trip to the hardware store might be enlightening.”

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         Harry was breathing, hard. Taking in deep raged breaths in attempts to calm his now racing heart and raging mind. Begging that the silence meant he had at least cracked that stupid skull and he would shut up about trying to kill him or whatever the fuck he was planning to do. The gasping sound, Harry trying to fill lungs with cool, crisp air, the only thing permeating the silence.

         What he didn’t expect was for him to sort of … flop backwards. Sitting in the snow …

               “ …uh… “

         Well … okay then. It had really not been a suggestion but rather a metaphorical thing. But, whatever worked. The quiet words, the peripheral he was still clearly visible in. He swallowed thickly, took another shaky breath, “J-just Harry Whitehorse … “ the stutter was a swallow of breath before he tried to relax agitated joints. Fuck …

        … he still wanted to punch the skeletons lights out. “ Look … Sans, was it? I … don’t need to hear about that. “ His fingers twitched and he ran a hand through sandy blond hair. “ Fuck … had t’get me angry … “ That was more a whisper to himself in frustration than anything else.

[humerusjudgment]

Sans just nodded. Harry didn’t want to hear it and Sans didn’t really want to explain, so it worked out perfectly for both of them. Sans was silent as the blond human seemed to be working to either calm himself down or simply get his breathing under control. He decided to take this moment of silence to let himself relax a little as well, though he refused to let Harry out of his sight. For a moment, he just pulled the scarf to his face and mumbled to himself, “what should i do now, paps...?” He knew what his brother would want him to do, but after what the child that came through pulled, could he really? Could he really try to see the good in any human that followed?

Sans let out a frustrated sigh, his vigilant watch on Harry pausing for a moment as he closed his eye-sockets tightly and rubbed his face. “alright kiddo, er... harry.” Sans got back to his feet and shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. “can you uh... please get out of the area with all the circles, and x’s, and triangles?” If Papyrus were still around he’d be starting to fuss about recalibrating the puzzle again and- ...okay de-railing that train of thought before he made himself upset again. “a-anyway... i can show you where town is and... well i assume you want to get out of here, right? that’s gonna be a little complicated.”

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     *w̸ell̶ sur̸e͢ ít se̡ems͏ nice ͟t̶ơ y̛ou.҉ ͢     *y̨ou͘r i̵n ̸it.̡ ͟     *you ca̴n͜’t sęe a̧l͏l͏ t͠ḩe..͠.      *a̶n̴y̡w҉ays yo҉u̢ ̛c͝an'̀t ̀s͡ee h͠o̕w i͟t҉'͝s ̀w͠rón͢g w̡h͞e͞n̨ ̢ỳour ̛p͡il̕ȩd̷ ̛u̴p̡ i̕n̕ it̵.

He chuckled a little, till his own timeline was brought up. He frowned, and looked away. He didn’t exactly enjoy talking about it…

     * uh́,̕ g͜ue͜s̀s͡ ̴you͡ ̴c҉ould͠.̧..      *say ̧t̛hat̸.̕. ͘u͢m̨, i ͡do͞n̸’t ͞havé..͏      *pe̸opl͠e͏, ͡where i a̷m.҉      *i wo̴k̵e up̵ in t̶ḩis, n҉o͠th͠i͘n͘g̀n̛ess̵.

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Sans just raised an eyebrow. Was the timeline actually glitching and it could only be seen from the outside? If that was the case and it wasn’t enough to be noticed yet, maybe there was a way to fix it and that’s why this version of himself was here. 

“no one at all? i can’t even imagine... so i see you’re going into other timelines then. what is it you’re planning on doing here?” 

[taleoferrors-blog]

     *͏u̢nin̨tenti̴ǫna͟l o͢ŕ ̕n̴ǫt͢.͞ ̸me͞e͏ţi̴ng͏ the͞m įs̨ m͏eeti͘ng th̸em̢.̨ ͘     *ąnd c̀au͟s͢e͢ yoư ̸do th̷at,̴ y͘o͏u meşsed̸ ̴wit͏h y̵our̀ t̀i͜m͢e͜l̀ine too̵.

He paused, when Sans’ focus suddenly shifted to himself, and Error looked away for a moment. He was more made uncomfortable with the reference to his apperance rather than his job. He knew his job was a thankless one, so he didn’t expect the other to get it.

     *w͏hat̵?̶ ͘t͜hi̛s? ͜n͢ah͜ ͠i’m̶ p͞e͠r͘f̕ec̸t͢l͘y͜ fine͡.      *wo̷uld͝n’t fi̢b̕ul͜a ̷t͜o̢ m̡ýse͘l͟f ͞w̕o͢u̴ld i? as f̴or͠ ̡j̶udg̀in̶g ac̢t͠i͘o͞n̷ś.͘..      *͝it҉ ͝is m̢y ̶job a͢ft̢er al̡l͜.҉

[humerusjudgment]

“messed up my timeline? seems pretty stable to me.” Sans supposed it was possible, but knowledge of multiple timelines had been in his timeline for a while, and other than the threat from the human, his still seemed pretty well... normal.

“i’m just saying, you look like you’re from a pretty messed up timeline yourself. so...  what made you decide to branch out your judgement from the human? Your code get that corrupted?”

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      “ OH! I SEE! SO PEOPLE ARE JUST CURIOUS          IF I LIKE THINGS! I UNDERSTAND! ”

   Papyrus nodded knowingly, giving a light grin. 

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“well... kinda. they’re more wondering about the things you like to do in private. it’s kinda the same as the stuff i told you that i’d explain when you got older.”

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      “ I THINK I SHOULD KNOW IF I’M          BEING ASKED ABOUT THEM. ”

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Well Papyrus going to ask someone else who would likely going to pick on him about it was the last thing Sans needed. Though, that was likely what would happen if he didn’t explain it himself.

“well uh... it’s-uh... jeeze, why do you have to ask me these things...?” He lets out a sigh and then adds quickly. “it’s something you enjoy a lot, like in a really um... intimate way.”

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      “ I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT A FETISH IS! ”

[humerusjudgment]

“might be for the best that you don’t know right now”

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“who keeps asking my brother about fetishes?”

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                                        I’m sorry for                                          [  T E A R I N G  ]

                    at your HEARTSTRINGS,                                                                kiddo ♥

Indie Selective Error Sans            Art/AU credit            Theme/Promo Credit

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      *ὄђ ђἷ tђἔʀἔ ṩᾄᾗṩ ƈłᾄṩṩἷƈ.       *ʛὗἔṩṩ ẏὄὗ'vἔ вἔἔᾗ мἔṩṩἷᾗʛ ᾄʀὄὗᾗḋ ᾧἷtђ tђἔ ὄtђἔʀ tἷмἔłἷᾗἔṩ ђᾄvἔᾗ’t ẏὄὗ?       *ẏὄὗ ќᾗὄᾧ tђᾄt'ṩ вᾄḋ      *ʀ ἷ ʛ ђ t?

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“i suppose if that’s what you wanna call unintentionally running into them...” Though it probably showed in some minor twitch in his brow, Sans tried his best not to show his nervousness here. This was the most obviously (at least by outward appearance) corrupted version of himself he’d met yet. Most of the time the alternates seemed to either be in his timeline, or he’d accidentally hopped to the wrong spot and simply observed. “you look like you’ve been through hell and back a few times tibia honest. makes me wonder if you’re in any real position to judge my activities.”

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*gives you a baby doll?*

“definitely keeping this away from the mun. she was rather... enthusiastic with these when she was a kid. is this one of the ones that drinks and pees or something?”

[humerusjudgment]

“i think you anons should really consider who you’re giving kids to. i’ve seen at least one die, and several given to people not... fit to be parents, including temmie, flowey, a corrupted version of myself, and a baby version of my brother.

...where are all these kids coming from anyway?”

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