Are you ready for a bad time?

* ... * just kidding. * the name's sans. like comic sans. you know, the font? my parents must have had a weird sense of humor since my bro's name is papyrus. * also like the font. * uh. so. yeah. need a paper? ((Affiliated with FMP. Read the guidelines before interacting.))

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Old Sans doodles

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by lNaMaril ※Permission to upload was kindly granted by the artist. **Do not remove source, repost and/or edit without permission**

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Murder: Takemichi Yukimaru

Evidence collection document; free to edit by anyone! PLEASE AVOID DELETING ANYTHING!! Just slash it out if evidence is discovered to be different than what’s noted!

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Evidence collected!: Pin

Found near the bed, a pin of a smilie face with cartoon blood dripping from the toothy grin. Has vertical lines for eyes.

I don’t trust the placement of it. Seemed too obvious...maybe we got lucky though? I won’t dismiss it right away, just in case.

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It’s a Beautiful Day.... | DR Event

“Ha.....” Sans let out a slow, strained breath.

So someone really did it. Someone really killed someone to keep their secrets. He wished he could have recoiled in horror, said he’d never seen a corpse that close before. But it was a lie. He had seen far too many bodies, and this was just another victim of cruel humanity.

He stood in the doorway for a moment before walking forward slowly. Carefully. His phone was in his hand, and he began to snap pictures of the crime scene, crouching near things worth noting and holding his free hand in an L shape near it so it was obvious what the evidence was. More pictures followed of the body.

Once he was convinced he had enough photos to start with, he set to work on examining the evidence. 

First, the thing on the floor near the bed.

It seemed to a pin of some kind. Relatively large, with a yellow smilie face on it, Cartoon blood dripped from its mouth, and it’s eyes were distinct vertical lines. He examined it carefully, using a pen from his pocket to shift it around so he could examine all sides of it. He didn’t particularly trust that piece of evidence because the placement just seemed too obvious. 

But, he wouldn’t completely dismiss it. They could have gotten lucky and found something telling right off the bat.

He straightened, leaving the pin where it had been found, a thoughtful look on his face.

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Ooc;; starter call for dr event

Hey! Go ahead and like this if you want a starter for the dr event. I'm gonna limit it to first three likes.

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On Days Like These... ;; DR Event Chapter 1

Sans, like everyone else, had been nervous during the announcement. But he did his best to hide it. It would make him a target if he looked nervous; he was, reasonably, a relatively weak target at first glance. So he needed every edge he could get to make himself less of a target in general.

So, he remained stoic during the announcement, and during Takemichi's speech. Luckily, his medical mask with the skeletal grin helped.

He watched Takemichi, and Jyushimatsu, expose their folders for anyone to see and he had understood where they were coming from. It was a nice speech, but there would always be people keeping their secrets close to them. And he himself was no exception.

Though he knew he wouldn't kill anyone. He didn't have the heart to do that, but it gave him a chance to figure out who he should watch the closest. Just in case. Takemichi and Jyushimatsu had eliminated themselves as suspects should something happen, but he wasn't sure about anyone else.

So, he kept his eyes open, and made note of who wasn't open about their folders contents.

But not for any real reason. If there were Adamas secrets, he would give it over without a second thought. But if there were things about him, and what had happened, well. He wanted to read it first. So he kept it on him, stuffed under his hoodie and held shut with tape so he made sure he didn't lose anything.

Now though, now that breakfast was over with, he kept to himself in the dinning room, back to a wall and ankles crossed as he relied on the wall to keep himself standing. He moved his foot that wasn't on the ground, his untied shoe laces tapping against his other shoe as he did so. He kept his gaze on his phone, though he didn't have signal, and played solitaire against the AI.

When someone walked back into the dining room, he looked up, a white and blue eye locking onto the person as he greeted them in a cheerful, but lazy, tone, "Hey. Pretty wild few days, huh?" 

Casual. Friendly, and completely undisturbed. "Kind of unbearable if you ask me." He grinned, though it went unseen due to his mask, but it reached his eyes.

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@skeletalgrins

“Branch leader or no, I will not have you taking naps in the break room. Yukizome needs to get in here to clean later, after all.”

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“Oh...I got caught again...I really need to come up with a better sleeping spot if I’ve gotten this predictable...” Sans yawned, stretching his arms over his head. Unlike most (all) members of the Future Foundation, Sans still dressed the same has he always has.

Hoodie, t-shirt, shorts. 

How he got away with it, no one knows. 

“I’ll move when she gets in though. Might as well get in as much sleep as I can.” He smiled lazily, shifting once more to get comfortable.

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Starter call;;

Anyone want a thread with Sans? Give this a like! If you wanna plot first, let me know! just gimme a shout in chat!

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mettamour:

[Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : ….because] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : ….I DONT KNOW I’D RATHER JUST…LESSEN SUSPICION] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : MY DUDE WAS THE FIRST THING I COULD THINK OF] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : i think that is the least romantic phrase i have ever spoken ever] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : end me]

[Text to MTT: sorry pal.] [Text to MTT: looks like you had a bad time there at the end.] [Text to MTT: but. i forgot idols aren’t allowed to date or have love lives.] [Text to MTT: that sucks...] [Text to MTT: maybe you should come up with an unassuming pet name for him.] [Text to MTT: like “bub.”]

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mettamour:

@skeletalgrins

[Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : OH MY GOD] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : WHY AM I SO STUPID]  [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : i ❤ not being able to call my s/o ‘my darling’ in public]  [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : BECAUSE I END UP CALLING HIM] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : MY DUDE ] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : i want to die………let me die sans] [Text to ⋆sansy⋆ : throw me into my grave and let me rot]     

[Text to MTT: you called your boyfriend, “my dude?”] [Text to MTT: oh my god...] [Text to MTT: i think i broke my rib laughing at that] [Text to MTT: seriously though...why can’t you call your boyfriend darling in public? you call everyone darling.] [Text to MTT: i don’t think anyone is going to bat an eye if you call someone darling honestly.]

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caringcook; Festival run (in)!

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Nathaniel nodded before itching a scratch on the side of his head idly as he smiled.

“Of course. It’s such a charming event for a high school. The food could be a bit better, but I’m just picky I guess. It’s hard being a wall and having sensitive taste buds.” Another chuckle came up from the chef as he grabbed a watermelon popsicle and bit off the first piece, letting the flavor dance along his taste buds.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around the city before. My name is Nathaniel.” he said, a hand outstretched in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you, friend.”

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Sans accepted the offered hand and smiled cheerily. “Name’s Sans. Pleasure’s all mine.”

“And I’m not usually in this part of town. It’s kind of a trek from my usual place of business, but, hey.” He gestured to the festivities going on around them with his popsicle while retracting his other hand from Nathaniel’s. “Not exactly one to turn down a good time full of food and games. Though I guess I get a little more enjoyment out of the food since I’m used to eating stuff like this.”

Honestly, it kind of reminded him of Papyrus’s cooking.

And now he was homesick. He couldn’t catch a break, jeez...At least he kept his worries off his face this time.

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mettamour; Festifalls

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Mettaton glared at him for a moment, before letting it go.

There was no end to the other’s puns,

“Ah…yes.” he rolled his eyes slightly, more out of fun than malice. “Are you here with anyone? Are you paired up on a hot date?” He winked, nudging the other. Mettaton was known for trying to matchmake his friends, and if Sans wasn’t already here with someone, he’d make sure he left with a pretty someone.

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Oh he knew that look.

He hadn’t been on the receiving end of it before, but he knew it well enough to realize that he was probably going to be talking to a lot more people than he had the energy for. Mettaton was great guy. But a guy only had so many spoons a day, and just thinking about the amount of effort he was going to need to put into any possible people his friend was going to introduce him to was making him tired.

A moment of silence. “Nope, last hot date I had was with a plate of nachos that fell on my lap when I was watching sitcom reruns last week.” He laughed. And he was being honest. “Unless the coffee I spilled on my shirt yesterday counts too.”

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caringcook; Festival run (in)!

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Nathaniel laughed warmly, noticing the small stranger below him. His mint green tank top that stated “All I need is some vitamin sea” (Complimentary to is younger sister for buying that for him. He secretly loves it)

“That’s alright. I should really watch where I’m stepping!” He laughed again, chuckling wholeheartedly carrying the blue cooler by his side.

He opened up said color and showing him watermelon and pineapple fruit popsicles. “Here, have something for the trouble. You’re not hurt, are you?”

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“Hahaha, thanks! But it’ll take more than running into a wall to take me out.” Sans joked as he accepted one of popsicles. He supposed this festival brought out the best in people; it seemed like the kind of atmosphere that made people want to help and make people smile.

“So, buddy, are you enjoying the festival?” He tugged down the grinning surgical mask and stuck the popsicle in his mouth. Most people would probably be a little skeptical of something given to them by a stranger but, well, Sans really wasn’t the type of person that liked to think the worst of people.

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mettamour; Festifalls

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The fluff around Mettaton’s collar swished around, tickling his face as he turned to face the voice that called out to him.

“Sans!” he smiled, slowly shuffling over to him in his white socks and flip flops.

“Didn’t think I’d see you at something like this. Not running a newspaper booth?” he grinned.

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Sans laughed, seeming a little more relaxed than the last time they had met. Which, well, last time hadn’t exactly been a good time, but this time definitely would be.

“Haha! Guess booth of us are taking the day off.” Ouch, yeah, that pun wasn’t the best, but it would at least help get across that he was in a good mood. 

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mettamour; Festifalls

He really shouldn’t be surprised to run into Mettaton of all people at the Summer End Festival...or whatever it was called. He couldn’t be bothered to remember the full and accurate name of it if he was wrong. 

“Hey, M.” He called, raising a hand lazily from his pocket to try and catch Mettaton’s attention. He shuffled over to his friend, Crocs nudging some trash someone had dropped out of his way, and flashed a friendly grin. “Fancy seeing you here.”