SANS' BIGGEST FAN. (ap.)

IND. SEL. PRIV. UNDERJUMBLE NAPSTABLOOK "Oh, those are my records. A chubby, smiling man brings me them from time to time! Yeah, that's right--- Santa."

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clphys.

     “A-Ah.. No, i-it’s just Alphys. – I’m A-Alphys, Asgore’s R-Royal Scientist.”

Everything was curious, but she had realized that they were miscommunicating. Their ventilation system had become more quiet, so she took that as them calming down. It was very strange to see her design standing in front of her, yet – it was not hers. She had left from her Lab, out of Hotland and all the way to Snowdin – during that she had not encountered anything weird. But something must have happened.

‘ th..at can’t be right? i’m sorry, lady alphys, but i think you’re confused... asgore doesn’t have a royal scientist--why would a cafe manager need a scientist? and the royal scientist is gaster... are you sure you didn’t hit your head on the way here, ma’am? ’

        Napstablook couldn’t help but notice that there were direct parallels between what she was saying, and what he knows to be true, but he wasn’t sure what to think of it. All he knows is that ‘Lady Alphys’ was confused and she believed Gaster had been gone for years. All of this is worrisome...

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smokedcut.

                                       (̅_̅_̅(̅(̅_̅_̅_̅_̅_̅̅()ڪ  .ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ.

                       « *hate to break it to ya, bud. »                       « *but i don’t think m’your papyrus. »                      « *though you do kinda remind me of my napstaton. » 

‘ what do you mean, not my papyrus? you’re not my property, silly; no one is! and uh-- napstaton’s a new one... usually it’s napstabot? um... why is everyone acting so weird here, papyrus? did empress undyne implement a new rule i didn’t hear about? ’

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maybe sometimes it’s better to take what’s given to you.

art credit | personals do not reblog

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mettatoniic.

  HIS MIND DREW a blank. He needed a moment to process what’s going on, his cousin was more mixed up than he thought! METTATON opens his mouth to speak but then closes it. Hold on a moment…– Who was Gaster? Queen’s wife? Did they mean Alphys? The SUPERSTAR stares at Napstablook, his expression currently unreadable as he studies his cousin carefully.

  “Doctor Gaster? I’ve never heard that name before.  & by ‘Queen’s wife’ are you talking about Alphys? She… works in the lab? I mean where else would she be? She never left, she made you your body, remember? … Are you all right, hun?” Yup, he’s COMPLETELY under the impression Napstablook has lost their memory in some way. For them to forget this much about what’s going on in the Underground, it’s more than just CONCERNING.

        The confusion’s getting to them; tears leap up to their eyes ( they’re unsure of whether to thank Gaster for abiding by their terms for helping out with the experiments, or to curse him for it ) and they feel themselves getting anxious. They don’t like this. None of this is okay. They just want to figure out what has their brother all muddled over the {truth} about the Underground. They just want to know what’s going on. They want to go home. They want to go home!

‘ i--- i th-think so? i just want to go home, mettaton. i-i’m... i don’t like this... i d-d-don’t remember a-anything of what you’re talking a-a-a-about... ’

         The tears, due to being held back by the sentry and music mixer in training, were causing their voice box to glitch, their ventilation systems barely working and making them feel the closest thing to suffocation that a robot can feel. 

‘ i’m-m-m s-scar-red, m-mettato-o-on, i d-d-d-don’t like this. s-something’s wro-o-ong... ’

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reapertale.

     ❛         —-u-um …       ❜    mumbled  he  . there was a  puzzled  expression painted onto his ghoulish featuress , obviously  confused  with this robot’s actions .  the deity  wasn’t  used to kindness , him being  death  &  all .    ❛         … It’s unnecessary . I don’t—- I don’t need one . I don’t deserve a crown , either .       ❜  

‘ don’t be ridiculous! everyone deserves a crown. we’re all kings and queens of something, and it’s always different from someone else! ’

        Such a positive, lighthearted air for someone who has seen enough death and sadness in their life. Of course, the god, whom Napstablook doesn’t seem to recognize, could easily see that it’s a smile like a broken record--repeated time and time again... but the music still plays the same chords, means the same thing. Not quite fake or plastic... but simply overused, perhaps.

‘ i mean, if you really don’t want the crown i guess i can’t force you to take it. that wouldn’t be very nice of me to do. ’

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limclight.

      @sentrybct

            ❛ what do you mean, you don’t remember. every             moment spent with you is memorable blooky. ❜

‘ same to you, mettaton, but i really don’t remember...

    i think i would remember you getting to perform at sans’s resort! ’

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browbeatskeleton.

…The what? 

Come on robot, spit it out. He didn’t like the fact that it felt like a damn excuse.

*no, i haven’t seen your brother because i don’t even know who you are.

*what’s yer name?

‘ a-ah, right! it’s napstablook. ...or napstabot. i’ve been called both. call me whatever you’d like! ’

        An uneasiness wanted to make them ask the other question after question about the so-called ‘edgy’ factor of this place. Never before in their life had they seen this place, and they patrolled practically everywhere! It’s like an entirely different world he’d been dropped in.

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atermination.

🌟  @sentrybct | liked for a starter

       His was being messed with again. Sans needed to get over to Grillby’s and whine until the bartender enabled his little issue. He should be used to this stuff already, but nope. Snow crunched under his feet and for a moment, he nearly lost balance. 

       Yeah, he didn’t enjoy these timeline surprises too much.

       What looked like a robot was probably giving him an actual stare and while normally, he’d chat them up with some pun, today wasn’t really that kinda day. So he just sort of lazily waves his hand in greeting. It was the thought that counted right?

       Good.

       But y’know, on that subject, that wasn’t the only weird look he was getting.

        Sans wasn’t the only one having a... strange day. For once, the woods were quiet. Their muse is dead, and their mind is blank. Even the normal whir of their ventilation systems are muted. It almost made them want to fall asleep. They almost did. But then they heard someone walking up to the station, and they snapped to attentio--Sans? A slow, almost confused blink met the sight of the skeleton ( famous, in their timeline; likely not in his own ), and they stood from their seat, not even caring that they should really charge up before doing anything substantial. If it was to help their favorite celebrity, then they would do whatever they must!

‘ sans? a-are you alright? you look tired... do you need some place to rest? ’

        They were trying to keep their voice steady, energetic, and not at all as tired as they felt. Everyone knows that they’re always energetic--why would they fall short with the person they admired, no matter how strange he was acting?

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deplxydog.

      Oh no caught by the sentry robot of Snowdin.       AD was surprised Naps followed him all the       way back to the farm in Waterfall. The record       he stole and buried must be important.

            “Woof?”

... A sigh. ‘ i can’t stay mad at you. you’re just too cute! ’

        After all, the record that the pup had stolen and hidden from them was just another one he had found at the dump, but it sounded... nice. Calming. Almost as if it was made to soothe the ache of souls. They would just have to recreate the sound from memory and twist it a little bit to fit their vibe. Or something like that. They smile, laugh, and then set the animal back on the ground, ruffling the fur on top of his head.

‘ try and not make too much trouble for paps’ okay? ’

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browbeatskeleton.

*tch.

Of course that’s the answer. What else did he expect?

*are you really that oblivious, kid?

*have you not looked around th’ place?

*have ya not seen all the cracks in the walls, the more ‘edgy’ feel t’ the whole area?

‘ i’ve seen the area, yeah... but i thought it was just a thing to remember the... ’

        No. No, they won’t bring that up. They’re not sure why they don’t want to, but they have a feeling that they should steer clear of anything potentially... triggering. So they just nervously shift their weight to the other side of their body and laugh softly.

‘ well... i was just trying to do my rounds and i think i fell asleep, woke up here... have you seen my brother, though? maybe he’ll know what’s going on... ’

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Me: jumps on three different blogs before bed Chesh: does the thing

Me: ????????????

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So I’m taking the MBTI test for Blooky’s type and this fucking question

Someone please hug blooky

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reapertale.

   ❛         ———-truth  be told , i’m quite uncomfortable with any type of  physical  contact , so no .  however , i– uh , appreciate the offer—-       ❜  

‘ if you say so! oh-- instead of a hug, then how ‘bout a crown? ’

        They reach underneath the counter of their station for the said accessory and they pull out, extend a shiny looking crown made up of plastic flowers with some glitter on it. They want to see him smile.

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Tbh NCG ( or the Underjumble equiv. ) and Napsta would get along so well because they both want people to be happy

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@acolyteoffaith

‘ gee, kid, you look frustrated about something! ’

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@reapertale

‘ well, heya there mister! you look pretty bummed out; do you need a hug? i’ve been told i offer the greatest hugs for a robot!! ’

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Blooky you can’t hug everyone what the fuck