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& olivia·.
❛ … … … am starvin’ . ❜ when did she last eat ? it feels like days ago .
* YOUR IVORY FINGERS SPLINTER ALONG THEIR SPINES , DANCING ON YOUR CHEEK IN RYTHYM TAP TAP TAP TAP . it was days ago . acri knows this better than he knows his own mind now , and watches the child with a steady eye over a steady mind .
he says nothing .
standing , ancient bones creak : spine snaps , those fingers bowed and crooked things that take a home in a dead eye . an ax is found by his feet , wood pressed with the memory of his carnage , fitting into the shape of a free palm .
he says nothing , but walks out of that house , rotten eye from starving child to the door , to the forest . she’s free to follow , free to stay , but he has dinner to find .
thinking of changing the psd !
& olivia.
[ BRATFACE / 3:27AM ] cant sleep ; - ;
[ PAPA / 3:30AM ] you need to [ PAPA / 3:30AM ] i can come home [ PAPA / 3:31AM ] got something to help
*BAD.
"THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD."
* IT IS , ISN’T IT ? he won’t answer obvious statements best left to die in the silence , best left withering where they stood : unsaid and unbothered , UNNECESSARY MOST OF ALL . slender fingers pick through the meat , buzzard claws through carrion painting the snow . there is a ghost at executioner’s back , here to haunt him for all his sentences passed . can you see it ? can you see it ? can you see it ?
sans can .
HE WILL NOT SPEAK TO SPECTERS , NOT WHEN THE DEAD HAUNT HIM ALREADY IN THE EYES OF SHIFTING SHADOWS , HUNGRY IN THE DARK . they are the scavengers , and in their desperate , snarling faces that crease in the depth of thin trees and stagnant air , sans sees the future : their rotting corpses , propagated by too many nightmares and too many lifetimes , their dust , choking the world like the snow does now .
so no , sans will say naught to creatures who speak in his ear or watch from the dark : after all , they all want something from him , but they will get nothing .
nothing , arm raises once more too heavy to carry in one piece , but an ax .
injuries . / @somethingveryveryinteresting
* YOU ARE A LONG WAY FROM HOME . whether it’s him or the child , it is unknown : from the moment bobbed hair and striped shirt flitted from between the slender trees , dancing between their gnashing teeth like a robin’s bright wings , he didn’t know .
sans didn’t know , not betwixt that rotten eye nor pained clutch of phalanx’s across tree bark , scrapping as he went by following , he was following , hands empty ( where was his ax ? had he left it in this panicked , entranced , horrified stupor ? ) and mind one tracked , WHAT DOES IT MATTER ? what does it matter , hunger cries !
i am afraid , something answers . afraid of what this means .
and so he follows , a red eye in the snow .
@unfight . / ♡
head dog
i’ve had these headcannons since april of last year y’all i love this fucker
BECOMING THE HORROR . / a brief take on what’s happened to sans that led to his state today !
CURRENT HORROR ! SANS HCS . / an accounting and list of some minor and major , mostly unconnected , headcannons !
TIMELINE . / a cleaned up accounting of my personal horrortale timeline , but flexible to mutuals / writing partner’s individual ideas and headcannons !
* YOU ARE INFESTED . it shows , from teeth pulled back at the skull , to grime - coated phalanx’s that keep close ( as if afraid they too , in his wayward mind , might be lost ) . this apparition ? this “ STRANGER ” ? does not help .
distress coils his voice tight , words reared back from lashings , “ * what are you doing here? ”
@swapful . / ♡
if you don’t know what horrortale is , basically the results of a neutral run gone wrong . i write it as frisk / chara leaves the underground one last time after having grown bored , killing alphys / asgore / crippling the underground in terms of survivability before confronting sans with the fact that this is the last time . after this they will not return nor reset , and in sans’ attempt to stop them , they leave him crippled from a major blow to the head .
sans spends nearly two years in states of recovery , his memory and magic shattered , only to emerge into a world on the edge of collapse . things only get worse from there food is scarce , monsters are going insane , ect . i have a fully fleshed out world for this universe , from waterfall being a place full of cannibals and those broken , while mettaton’s resort is one of the last strongholds in the underground . the capital is sealed off , snowdin a town ruled by the meat trade of whatever remains .
sans is a cannibal , and while many monsters know or suspect this , no one is strong or reckless enough to try and banish him to waterfall . he’s their main source of food , from his abilities to the traps he’s set . he’s taken on the name acri for purposes when it comes to timeline hopping , and while he can do so , it’s rare and takes up far too much of his sporadic magic .
GENERAL
“Can you walk?”
“How did this happen?”
“What the hell happened?”
“I hit my head.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“Come on, stay with me!”
“No no no no no!”
“You shot me!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“You stabbed me!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Take the knife out!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“It was an accident!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“That looks broken.”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You’re not going to die!”
“Calm down!”
“Don’t panic!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
“Are you bleeding?”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Is that blood?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
“That cut is nasty.”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t touch it!”
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“That looks infected…”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
“How are you feeling?”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“Get some sleep, okay?”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
Winter is comming
* IT CREEPS INTO YOUR BONES LIKE A DISEASE . he would know : his marrow is rotten and thick with infection like maggots under flesh , curdled blood that sits thick and congealed under fingers , he would know , for all that pristine ivory of his bones , what disease feels like .
they speak , and sans pays no mind : not at first , it’s a stupid thing to say , worthless in meaning and they both know it . winter ? winter like snowfall fresh in the forest and the squealing laughter of children and fires made for the shared warmth ? winter like home , smelling of sweets and thick wool ?
or winter like ice and cold , like the dark chill you can never tear from your spine , frozen over you in a bad taste you will never get out of your mouth : fear . with winter comes the dark and night and the terrors , and with winter comes all things men fear : monsters .
swollen eye eclipses the snow ,
“ * winter is already here. ”
unprompted asks .
& children.
@skulrot liked for a starter
* his smile is a little unsettling.
[ LOOK AWAY ] [ SMILE BACK ]
( they present frisk with the options, of course, but it’s a choice they make as well, mouth splitting open and their mouth teeming over with teeth and ebony mire, spilling out at the edges where the flesh of their cheek splits. )
( frisk signs something out to them, looking up, and chara translates, just in case the skeleton can’t read the little one’s hands. )
‘ so that was your brother, then? ‘
* YOU HAVE LITTLE LOVE FOR CHILDREN . they are the things best left rotting in the shadows , best left to be protected from the real MONSTERS like him . but human children ? they draw a snarl before he can even speak , slit across his teeth in a way sans can not hide , breathing a disdain into every word .
“ * yes. ” it’s all he can do to keep the ax at his side , fingers drilling into the surface of his sentry stand one two three four one two three four . he’s hungry . they all are . “ * ...you left the ruins. why? ”