Ketchup Rules

*heh...i guess i'm just good at my job.

[justanothersansblog]

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As they locked gaze with the abomination, the spirit mouthed a curse and ducked down behind the human. Chara could feel things like cold and pain second hand from Frisk, but this chill they felt was their own. They briefly wondered if Frisk could feel it too.

“I know,” they hissed. “Just calm down and be ready.” This is just another monster, this is… This is nothing.

They could’ve never imagined a day would come when the absence of Sans’ bone walls would make them feel vulnerable.

Eyes widening as the hands zipped past the skeleton, Chara reflexively dug their nails into Frisk’s shoulders.

“FRISK, MOVE!”

If all else fails, maybe they could gain control of Frisk’s hand and use the stick to swat them away or-

Sans grimaced as Gaster managed to evade his blaster somewhat. While he was still able to hit the melting pile of porcelain, he knew he wasn't going to do enough damage to put him out of commission. That's when he noticed something rush by him, and cursed at himself as soon as he realized what had happened. His former colleague was still as diabolical as ever when it came to getting something that he wanted.

"*kid!!!" He quickly turned in Frisk's direction, decidedly lifting a platform of bones up from underneath them and out of the hands' reach; summoning a variety of moving platforms for the human to jump over to if need be. He then wasted no time turning Gaster's soul blue again and bringing him to the ground; pinning him before he could do much else.

"*heh...you've lost it, haven't you, gast? the core must have melted your mind as well." He dragged the former royal scientist across the barren floor a short way before summoning a plethora of bones from beneath him; impaling his already broken body in hopes to at least keep him still for a while. Fatigue had started to set in with Sans after all of that and he needed some time to catch his breath.

"*i uh, never thought you'd be the one that i'd have a bone to pick with."

[adorainble]

i literally hate everything about this thanks grandayy

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[sadincae-archive]

[r00]

“Papyrus is just as interesting of a character, if not more so, and deserves all of Sans popularity,” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off stage in shame, when a voice commands silence from the room.

“*they’re right,” I look to the owner of the voice. There in the fifth row stands Sans Undertale himself.

[dickdjames]

If Toby Fox had never made that one fateful videogame we would all be living life sans undertale

[pineplapple]

[pineplapple]

IT WAS FUCKING TACOS

[smellslikebuttspie]

bless @justanothersansblog for replying to the wrong thread at the perfect timing

[shatteredscientist]

justanothersansblog

Upon hearing the blaster firing up, magic once again flared to life in San’s left eye socket. Turning to face the porcelain creature, the grin on his face seeming far more sinister than usual; he waited until the attack was just close enough before teleporting away to safety; but not before raising a high wall of cyan bones to surround the human and their counterpart. Gaster may be mad, but keeping Frisk and the thing within them safe was the top priority for both monsters at this moment.

Reappearing a few paces adjacent to where he once was, the skeleton outstretches a hand, focusing his magic to make the opposing monster’s soul blue.

“*maybe you should get another subject of interest.”

With that, he raises Gaster into the air in a slow arch before slamming him back down to earth. Hard. As hard as he could muster. Part of him knew he couldn’t defeat the man who speaks in hands; not entirely at least, but he was determined to have this fight end as soon as possible; and hopefully in his favor.

[☣]

   The wall of bones creaked under the assault, the outer layer burning right off under the sheer force of the beam, yet much to Gaster’s satisfaction, it endured his attack, keeping the two children inside safe. He would have hated if the host had suffered any damage, possibly harming the spirit which he desired to examine in the process.

   He would have to think about their wellbeing later though, Sans reappearing, thrusting out his hand. Immediately the creature felt his very soul changing under the influence of the other’s magic, movement no longer in his control as instead he was lifted into the air, limp as a ragdoll.

   Aahh, yes… the skeleton’s speciality, an ability which Gaster had always been highly interested in, yet never managed to copy and make use of himself, much to his disappointment. Once more, his expression morphed into something disturbing, his black form beneath burning through porcelain with ease and forming a sneer. Then, the man was slammed back down onto the ground.

   Cracking announced that his outer body was breaking, shattering even, under the impact, shards scattering around momentarily, only to turn to dust seconds after. Not that it mattered much. Within seconds, his body would have regenerated the shell, hiding his other form from view.

   It had been a long time since the scientist last had experienced physical pain, the sensation tearing a soft hiss, followed by a breathy laugh from his lips. Not even bothering to push himself up, the doctor liquified once more, seeping into the ground below, leaving only his hands behind which on cue shot towards the skeleton at alarming speed. He wouldn’t even have to kill his former ally. All he needed, was to get his hands on the child, still trapped within the encirclement of bones.

[fallenambassador]

[ ♥ ]

   This situation wasn’t anywhere close to what they had hoped for today to happen upon getting up in the morning. Honestly, they were confused, not understanding how all of this had happened, yet they were aware of the one and most important part; Chara was in danger.

   Whoever the person outside was, Sans clearly knew him, although it was a mystery to Frisk how the two had become acquainted with each other. Not that it mattered right now; all they hoped, was for Sans to get through this okay. For Chara to get through this okay.

   And due to this, they fully intended to keep a close eye on the fight, possibly intervening if their skeletal friend appeared to be in any kind of danger. Or at least, that had been the plan before they were suddenly engulfed with Sans’ bones, protecting them from the enemy’s blaster. Sadly it also meant that they were now unable to see or do much.

     ❝Chara! Chara, are you there?❞

[smellslikebuttspie]

Chara wasn’t sure what was going on either. 

This monster(?), who they had never encountered in any timeline until now, just showed up and started going on about immortality and other crazy things. 

Not only was his appearance unsettling, the fact that he somehow knew about Chara was… troubling to say the least. 

Maybe Sans had told him? He seemed to know this freak somehow. Figures.

“What!?” they snapped. Chara really didn’t want to deal with this at all.

[justanothersansblog]

Sans had felt a premature sense of relief as he heard Gaster cracking underneath the weight of his previous attack; however, when he saw the porcelain entity suddenly reform after turning into dust, he found himself caught off-guard; if only for a moment.

He raised a wall of bones to shield himself from the oncoming hands, simultaneously summoning a blaster to his aid. And another. And another. He was temporarily firing blind in Gasters perceived direction, hoping to hit him. When he finally allowed his shield to drop, he was better able to gauge his former colleague and summoned another blaster yet again.

However, he wasn't able to keep up with the magic he had already spent with creating the barrier around Frisk and Chara. He knew it was a risk, but he'd have to keep them vulnerable momentarily, and lowered the wall in order to unleash his attack. A necessary move at this point, he figured, and silently apologized to the human as he did so.

[shatteredscientist]

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Sans shrugs at the disembodied voice, not even bothering to take a look around. He knew there would be no point.

“*welp. it was worth a shot anyway,” he says, almost nonchalantly, now placing his hands into his pockets and simply waiting.

He hadn’t really seen Gaster fight in the past, and with his new form and new abilities he must have now, but he knew the old porcelain bag of bones was likely planning something, and he’d be prepared for when his old colleague would strike next.

[☣]

   The remark was answered by a chuckle, the scientist’s voice completely casual, as though the two of them were merely having a nice little chat.

   Dissolving his own body was always somewhat distressing, the familiar feeling of nothingness creeping up his spine. He hated to admit it, but the creature was not sure how long he would be able to fight it before losing himself within it again. Preferring not to keep in this state for longer than necessary.

   Silently he emerged a short distance away, body still half-melted as new and multiple hands began to form around him, hovering in a circle around Gaster like a morbid halo as the monster pulled himself out of the ground.

     ❝Let me test your reaction speed.❞

   Within second, two of the hands clasped together, forming a shape as though he was intending to make shadow-figures. An action which might have been hilarious, if it wasn’t for the porcelain appendages merging together, growing rapidly until a single Gaster Blaster had come into existence, sneering at the small group. With a screeching noise, it opened its maw, a beam of pure concentrated energy cutting through the air, aimed at the skeleton and company.

      ❝Do try to shield at least my subject, will you?❞

[justanothersansblog]

Upon hearing the blaster firing up, magic once again flared to life in San's left eye socket. Turning to face the porcelain creature, the grin on his face seeming far more sinister than usual; he waited until the attack was just close enough before teleporting away to safety; but not before raising a high wall of cyan bones to surround the human and their counterpart. Gaster may be mad, but keeping Frisk and the thing within them safe was the top priority for both monsters at this moment.

Reappearing a few paces adjacent to where he once was, the skeleton outstretches a hand, focusing his magic to make the opposing monster's soul blue.

"*maybe you should get another subject of interest."

With that, he raises Gaster into the air in a slow arch before slamming him back down to earth. Hard. As hard as he could muster. Part of him knew he couldn't defeat the man who speaks in hands; not entirely at least, but he was determined to have this fight end as soon as possible; and hopefully in his favor.

[shatteredscientist]

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“*heh…i figured you’d say that. i ain’t gonna go easy on you, old friend.” Sans then immediately launches a number of attacks including waves of bones and some Gaster blasters, hoping to throw the scientist off-guard.

[☣]

   The attack came sudden but nowhere as a surprise, the creature already having predicted such an action from his former co-worker. Mask-like visage breaking open in a grotesque grin, Gaster spread his arms in an almost welcoming gesture, eyes flaring up as the bones flew towards him.

   Dodging those would be an easy feat, the missiles just harmlessly passing through his body, should he chose to give up his firm appearance. However, should he get hit by one of his own blasters, then even the scientist would suffer some damage.

    He waved his hands in the same moment as his body began to melt, porcelain appendages crumbling to dust and seeming to expand, forming a rectangular wall, just large enough to to shield him from the initial blasts as well as Sans’ eyes as he melted into the shadows.

      ❝Not fast enough, my cunning friend!❞

[justanothersansblog]

Sans shrugs at the disembodied voice, not even bothering to take a look around. He knew there would be no point.

"*welp. it was worth a shot anyway," he says, almost nonchalantly, now placing his hands into his pockets and simply waiting.

He hadn't really seen Gaster fight in the past, and with his new form and new abilities he must have now, but he knew the old porcelain bag of bones was likely planning something, and he'd be prepared for when his old colleague would strike next.

[shatteredscientist]

justanothersansblog

[☣]

     ❝I understand. As you wish, Sans…❞

     ❝Your death is a price I am willing to pay for this knowledge.❞

[justanothersansblog]

“*heh...i figured you'd say that. i ain't gonna go easy on you, old friend.” Sans then immediately launches a number of attacks including waves of bones and some Gaster blasters, hoping to throw the scientist off-guard.

[shatteredscientist]

@justanothersansblog @smellslikebuttspie @fallenambassador

[☣]

 ❝…❞

 ❝There was a time where I once considered you a companion. You wouldn’t stand in my way now, would you?❞

[justanothersansblog]

[shatteredscientist]

[☣]

    ❝Mmh. Disappointing… I had expected you of all people to understand.❞

    ❝Don’t you see? This child quite possibly holds the key to immortality in their hands. If anything, they will prove to bring me a step further to that goal. You would benefit from this as well… you and that brother of yous.❞

    ❝Step aside, Sans.❞

[justanothersansblog]

[shatteredscientist]

@justanothersansblog @smellslikebuttspie @fallenambassador

[☣]

 ❝…❞

 ❝There was a time where I once considered you a companion. You wouldn’t stand in my way now, would you?❞

[justanothersansblog]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Ironically, skeletons can’t get boners

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[yrbff]

[adamjk]

comic sands

[thirstghosting]

This post was grating on my nerves with every pun. And then, then I read the caption. And I closed my eyes, thinking to myself I know I must deserve this hell. Now I know what it’s like for a post to physically pain me.

[avoiided]

justanothersansblog:

avoiided:

“This is why I don’t make puns.”

“I’m going to break you in half.”

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