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@ask-sans @itsmeflowey [[ I'm at work you dweebs!!!! >:O

[[ for that anon that was wondering about disco’s story notes: i wrote up his bio over here. it contains information not covered on the blog, but tbh i didn’t have much story planned beyond one Last Plot Point that i never got to. i’m not sure if/when i’ll ever use him again, but he’s still dear to me, the awful trash heap that he is and lives in.

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[[ hi anon, i appreciate your interest but Numbers Station is dead. don’t.

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((Howdy mun! You're the mun of quite a few blogs, including thegreatdoctororg, correct? The reason I ask is because I wanted to know if you're shutting down the blog I mentioned, since when I go to it, all I see is an ominous looking picture. Don't worry, I understand if you had to shut it down due to lack of interest and whatnot, I just wanted to know for sure. It's too bad that doctor is lost forever, but hopefully the mun has their bearings and is doing just fine!))

[[ yeah, dicso’s blog has been shut down due to lack of reader interest. i tried to keep him up and available, but nothing came of it, so he’s gone.

#Anonymous

[[ @undauntedgunner 🔫🔫

#pen and paper #memeo

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A loud, rather ugly-sounding snort left the skeleton at that pun. Normally they didn’t really have an effect on him or served to annoy him nowadays, but, when they were said in moderation by someone who didn’t just think of him as any old Sans, it was… rather nice.

But, he quickly sobered up at that comment, gaze drifting down to the bench. “…If we leave, you mean.”

It was difficult to tell whether he was speaking in the physical sense or with mortality in mind instead. Could even be both.

◙ We all leave at some point. I left, and came back, and it was still here. You’ll leave here eventually, and there will still be a bench.

[ * They picked at the wood for a moment before grinning.]

◙ Who knows, maybe this bench will be here forever!

◙ So.

[ * They twist to face Glitchy and drape an arm over the back, tucking one foot under them. They’re still grinning.]

◙ How does my bench rate against the benches of other timelines. It’s got a secret quiche, fungal growths, and an occupant.

#goingtobereset #.cha #v:thisisarun

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“Well, yeah.” He admitted as he drew his own legs up onto the bench with him to tuck them beneath himself. “But maybe I just wanted a change of pace, see how other benches in other timelines are. Didn’t think of that, did ya?”

Definitely still keeping up that snark, but it seemed to be taking a more amused, conversational direction now. Either way, it was certainly better than other things that Glitchy could be doing right about now.

[ * They snickered at that, curling forward, and withdrew a hand to tap the scant seat between them.]

◙ Well, I’ve not seen you around my timeline before but...

[ * Chara no.]

◙ I see you’ve taken a lichen to it already.

[ * They’re giggling real quietly, more bodily twitches than noise. Bad. Their laughter is brief, at least, and they rub their thumb on the woodgrain.]

◙ I can’t blame you. It’s a rather nice bench. Been here for a really long time, which is kind of.. reassuring? This bench was here before, and will continue to exist after we leave.

#goingtobereset #.cha #v:thisisarun #[[ y'ever take such a pause that not only do you forget your tagging scheme #[[ but you forget an intrinsic part of your post format?#[[ whoops.

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Glitchy proceeded to flop down hard on the bench beside them… or as hard as someone weighing roughly 15 pounds could flop. He leaned back against the bench and tucked his hands behind his head as he eyed them out of the corners of his sockets.

“I’m not anyone’s Sans. S’not like I belong to my brat or anything like that… besides, they’ve never been given a nickname to my knowledge. People tend to call me Glitchy, though.”

* Glitchy.

[ * They rolled his name off their tongue like they had to shape it out of the air. They almost went to put their hands behind their head as well, but noticed the mimicry in time to fake a stretch and stuff them in their pockets instead.]

* I’m afraid I’ve not got a nickname either, so it’s just Chara.

[ * They scuffed their foot on the ground, and kicked a pebble against the wall. The echo flower hummed quietly, their tune from before bouncing around and out into the rest of Waterfall.]

* So what brings you out to my bench? Don’t you have your own bench in your own timeline?

#goingtobereset #.cha #v:thisisarun

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Glitchy moved his hands down to settle on his own hips, apparently deciding that sass and snark was the proper way to deal with this conversation… or maybe he just deemed that to be the proper way to deal with most conversations.

“Okay, okay. Can you please move over so I don’t have to shove you into the dirt just to sit down?”

[ * They snorted, a quiet derisive laugh, and scoot over to allow him to sit down. Half the bench.]

[ * They didn’t relax around him, but they did slouch against the backrest, studying Glitchy. Fluffy jacket, tiny surly expression, exceptionally forward with sass... red scarf.]

* ...You’re not my Sans.

[ * They shrugged, not seeming to mind, though curiosity tinged their next question.]

* Then whose Sans are you?

#goingtobereset #.cha #v:thisisarun

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Oh, fantastic. Of course his usual hangout spot had to currently be occupied by one of the residents of the timeline—and by the human, no less. The multiverse just did not want him to be fortunate in any way, it seemed… or maybe that was just karma taking effect.

In any case, he had had quite enough of trying to slink away from conflict and taking the short end of the stick lately, so he marched up to the human and firmly poked at their mess of curly hair. “You dead so I can roll you over onto the ground and take your spot or what?”

Glitchy.

[ * Upon being poked, the child nearly flipped themselves off the bench, no shoving needed. They spin around, planted firmly on the wood, arms spread as if guarding it, and-]

[ * Oh. A Sans. They grimaced and leaned forward, guarding the bench even more as it creaked.]

* No, I’m not dead, thank you for asking. Maybe if you ask, you can have half the bench, since I was here first.

#goingtobereset #.cha #v:thisisarun

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@mis-chara-cterization

He had to get out. It didn’t matter where, he just had to leave his timeline for a while. Glitchy hated the feeling he was starting to get—dread as to when Judge would pay him a visit next. He despised feeling powerless and Judge kept on flaunting his new abilities to his face, treating him like he was nothing.

…It was like being in the Court all over again.

At least he could leave now. So that was what he chose to do, at least until he managed to cool down again. Other timelines tended to be suitable for that purpose.

…At least, as long as he didn’t run into any troublesome natives.

[ * A quiet timeline. What seemed to be the normal amount of people wandering Snowdin. The quiet whispers of echo flowers bouncing off the walls of Waterfall. And the little bench tucked away in the corner was almost as lonely as normal.]

[ * There was a child draped over the rickety old thing, a leg slung over the back, curly hair dripping through the slats, the quiche still under the far corner. They way they were resting, they almost looked asleep, except for the fact they were humming, something on the low edge of their range.]

#goingtobereset #.cha #v:thisisarun #pen and paper #[[ slide whistle noise

[[ gently directs people who want to interact with me over to seventhofseventh

[[ i’m a little more active over there than here, at least

#out of knife #[[ maybe i'll be more active here again one day but for now #[[ gently tucks mischara into bed

seventhofseventh

you all know the story

the seventh of seven setting out to seek their fortune

and returning with the world cupped in their hands

╫ ind. sel. UT fallen kids rp/plot blog ╫

#out of knife #[[gently puts this here #[[maybe you'd be interested in these other children i've thought up #gif #promo

mis-chara-cterization

[[ are people still following me for content, or because you’ve heard my name somewhere? i’m starting to have some ideas again but i’m running on rp fumes and i’m not sure how much i’d be able to jump back into the fray.

[[ would people be more interested in a different fallen kiddo? or do people still wanna interact with this one?

#out of knife #[[ if you'd be more willing for live rp on discord i'm okay with that too

mis-chara-cterization

[[ are people still following me for content, or because you’ve heard my name somewhere? i’m starting to have some ideas again but i’m running on rp fumes and i’m not sure how much i’d be able to jump back into the fray.

[[ would people be more interested in a different fallen kiddo? or do people still wanna interact with this one?

#out of knife #[[one more time after this

mis-chara-cterization

[[ are people still following me for content, or because you’ve heard my name somewhere? i’m starting to have some ideas again but i’m running on rp fumes and i’m not sure how much i’d be able to jump back into the fray.

[[ would people be more interested in a different fallen kiddo? or do people still wanna interact with this one?

#out of knife

[[ are people still following me for content, or because you’ve heard my name somewhere? i’m starting to have some ideas again but i’m running on rp fumes and i’m not sure how much i’d be able to jump back into the fray.

[[ would people be more interested in a different fallen kiddo? or do people still wanna interact with this one?

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