Nap time yet?

Indie, semi-selective Sans RP/Ask blog.  (Multiverse aware. Multiship, selectively multifandom. 18+ only. 8+ years experience. Theme under construction)

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

Well... guess I’ve been takin’ a real long nap. That or... well I don’t really want to think about the ‘what else’ that might have happened.

[loveshisfans-deactivated2020062]

skeletonofpuns:

“If we did, I don’t think anyone would. Heh. Perfection’ll get ya.”

Something he’d learned too often, or too many times. He couldn’t quite remember, couldn’t quite recall… Gaster, the doors that shouldn’t be opened. Yeah, he understood the draw, the need.

He also understood reality as he saw it, and how perfection was nothing but a pipe dream.

“I know, right? He’s so tall… really at the top of the family tree. I’ve dug my roots in, though. Wouldn’t leaf him for anything.”

There might have been a gleam in his eye, just one, that winked in and out just as quickly as anything. A smile that tipped up one edge of his teeth, a chuckle under what would have been breath, if he’d had any.

“Paps has always said I’m full of it… though you’d have to ask him just what ‘IT’ is…”

   “I wouldn’t leave such a persistent guy, either. He seems to have really grown on you, huh?”

   All jokes aside, Papyrus seemed like the kind of guy that would be hard to convince to give any of his dreams up. Rumor even had it that he stood in front of the head of the Royal Guard’s house all night so she would train him. Now that was determination.

   “Since you’re a skeleton, there’s probably room to fill you with plenty of things. Wisdom, calcium, ketchup…”

   That too was a rumor he heard spread throughout the Underground. It didn’t take very long for any sort of news to get around because of the dense yet limited population, so even mundane things would spread like a disease.

   If monsters could get sick, that is.

   “You seem to really look up to him. Although at your height, how could you not?”

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

“Ouch! Ya cut me right down to the marrow!”

He pulls a hand out from under his skull to press it to his jacket, over his soul. Feigning a hurt expression that has very little hurt in it, and an exceptional amount of amusement instead.

“Short jokes AND ya makin’ fun of my eatin’ habits? I might just start crying over here, pal.”

The jokes were taken with a chuckle when all is said and done, Sans shaking his finger at Mettaton for the fun at his expense. Not that he minded, he was pretty easy going when things like that were concerned. 

“Besides, how do ya know I ain’t full of somethin’ else? Like spit and vinegar, or maybe mustard, huh?”

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skeletonofpuns:

“…naw, we don’t get that kind of choice, do we?”

The question was meant to be rhetorical, but his own memories made it come out just a bit bitter. And to an extent, he was indeed bitter about that. There was no future to look forward to when people had the power to rip your present from you, no future to plan for when you couldn’t be sure it’d be there to prepare for.

Sans had mixed feelings about the lot of that mess, and while he considered Frisk a friend…

“Has an unnatural obsession with spaghetti, heh, yeah, that’s him. And he sleeps, once in a while.”

Less with the human running around, but still. So long as things weren’t going badly, he really didn’t mind Pap doing anything. He… was capable, if not especially street savvy about things. His heart was in the right spot, implications implied.

“The way I see it ya can do or not, but even not doin’ anythin’ is a choice, yeah?”

   “If we did, I don’t think I’d be here right now.”

   Assuming that he wouldn’t break the figurative ‘reset’ button trying to fix every little mistake he ever made, that is. No matter how ‘perfect’ he seemed to his fans, there were always little details he hated about himself. His hair could be better, his nails were a bit too long, and he could have spent more time thinking of what to say as well.

   “It’s kind of hard to believe you two are related. You seem so different…”

   Such things could be said about Razz and his family as well. He was so outgoing and loud and confident, and they were… not. Not in the least.

   A wistful sigh could barely be heard escape the robot’s lips. He was right. By doing nothing, he was choosing to procrastinate even longer.

   And it hurt to realize that.

   “Since when were you so full of wisdom? Or, were you always like that and people just haven’t noticed yet?”

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

“If we did, I don’t think anyone would. Heh. Perfection’ll get ya.”

Something he’d learned too often, or too many times. He couldn’t quite remember, couldn’t quite recall... Gaster, the doors that shouldn’t be opened. Yeah, he understood the draw, the need.

He also understood reality as he saw it, and how perfection was nothing but a pipe dream.

“I know, right? He’s so tall... really at the top of the family tree. I’ve dug my roots in, though. Wouldn’t leaf him for anything.”

There might have been a gleam in his eye, just one, that winked in and out just as quickly as anything. A smile that tipped up one edge of his teeth, a chuckle under what would have been breath, if he’d had any.

“Paps has always said I’m full of it... though you’d have to ask him just what ‘IT’ is...”

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@skeletonofpuns | continued from here: X

“I dough th-think that would be fun.” Alphys nodded with a grin, his arm now resting on her shoulder. She was starting to have fun with these bread puns, but she’d have to get creative the longer this game continues. “I can r-roll with whatever you have in mind.”

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

“We might need a pita time to find some, I mean, if ya don’t have any nearby at yeast.” He’ll give his best impression of waggling brow ridges, aided by a tinge of magic to complete the look. “Crumb on, I’m feelin’ antsy~”

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skeletonofpuns:

They were close enough that Sans could feel the energy that emanated from Mettaton’s soul tingling against bones. It was… soothing. It was something he missed, honestly. 

“I dunno, I mean I’d like to think so, but it’s all a grey matter to me anyway, heh.”

He lifted one hand up, shifting his weight onto the other one, and used a sharp forefinger bone to tap at the side of his head. Shaking it a little, as if he was making it rattle, trying to hear the brain inside.

“Guess not, I’ll have to make do with rocks again… at least then I’ll have a reason to be as  hard-headed as Paps says I am~”

The hand went back down, and he sighed. Debating for a half a moment before he slid his hands out and rolled back to lay on the ground fully, hands behind his skull.

“Nah, if ya need a monster t’ listen, I’m not that bad of a choice. And… I get it, by the way. The right thing versus the wrong thing. Hard to ever know which will make things alright and which will kill you in the end.”

   The puns. Normally, they’d get on his nerves quicker than you’d think, but he just wasn’t feeling it with this guy. He wasn’t telling puns to be irritating, and the humor did wonders to lighten the mood and temporarily clear his head of the foggy thoughts clogging his circuits.

    Looking over at the other, Razz figured that it must feel nice to be able to lie down like that. It wasn’t as if he was physically incapable of doing such a thing, but he had an irrational fear of someone stepping on his if he made himself at home on the floor. In the end, the desire to be comfortable outweighed his thoughts, and he too slid onto his back. With his legs and arms stretched out and eye looking up to the faux stars, he felt significantly more peaceful than before.

    “Mmm… it’s even harder when you don’t know which choice is right or wrong… or if there even is a right thing to do in the first place. I won’t know until I do it, and I can’t CTRL+Z my way out of whatever I put myself into if it backfires.”

    He stretched some, allowing his artificial joints to pop and crack as if they actually had a reason to do so. It was mostly a function that was implemented because it felt nice, really.

    “Papyrus is your brother, yes? The tall one who never sleeps?”

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

“...naw, we don’t get that kind of choice, do we?”

The question was meant to be rhetorical, but his own memories made it come out just a bit bitter. And to an extent, he was indeed bitter about that. There was no future to look forward to when people had the power to rip your present from you, no future to plan for when you couldn’t be sure it’d be there to prepare for.

Sans had mixed feelings about the lot of that mess, and while he considered Frisk a friend...

“Has an unnatural obsession with spaghetti, heh, yeah, that’s him. And he sleeps, once in a while.”

Less with the human running around, but still. So long as things weren’t going badly, he really didn’t mind Pap doing anything. He... was capable, if not especially street savvy about things. His heart was in the right spot, implications implied.

“The way I see it ya can do or not, but even not doin’ anythin’ is a choice, yeah?”

[tratserenoyreve]

The thought started here.

The previous thought is here.

T͚͇̞̬̦̦̩h̨͕̳͈̺͓̫̕e̠̼͕̼͕̳͈͖͠ ̧̫͇̻̺̠̻͜t̰̬̕h̵̦o͖̫͎̦͡u̪͈͈̺̜̗̕g̮̞͝h̛̹͈ṯ̖̗͙̦ ̝͍̀c͉͍͔ǫ͓̦̜̘̙͟͝n̴̨͕̭̰̤t̢̙̯̪̪̭i̧͍͉͇̻̭̝ń͈̰̘̱̪̮u҉͍̳̰͈͉̳̳è̫̤̲͜s̕͏̟̖͙͚̲̹.͕̰̭̮̬͔̘̦̗.̱́̕͡.̡̭͈̥̭͔̠̘͝ ͍͔̜̘͉?͏͢͏͎̼

The p҉҉̧̤̩̰a͜͏҉̙̱͖̞s̼̥̱͖̦̰͝ͅt͏̶͕͖̟̼̝͖ͅ thoughts are here.

[loverofpiggies]

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[skeletonofpuns-blog]

‘🍞’

Was… 

Did she just?

“Wheat a second… did ya just lob bread at me? Rye in the world would ya do that!”

[alphysfloof-deactivated20221010]

“W-well it has been a while, s-so I figured wheat p-probably needed a topic starter.” She stifled a small snort of a giggle and waited for Sans’ reaction. Did Alphys just pun? Why yes. Yes she did.

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

If his grin isn’t absolutely reflecting just how much he enjoyed that retort, then the fact that he sidles up next to her to to flop an arm over... whatever’s closest surely should.

“I donut know, we could have just gone out and smelled the flours~”

[kolesjoie]

Pick a Pap, any Pap.

[comelysun-blog]

C-can i take them all?? ///;-;///

[chaotic-charisma-deactivated201]

Papster all the way baaaabyyyyyy

[deactivated-blog]

@pacifriskdreemur

[pacifriskdreemur]

I choose…. *spreads her arms out to all three of them*

[theominousowl]

Maybe sans was bleeding at the end of the genocide run, or maybe it was just ketchup under his coat. Or maybe he was bleeding then put broken ketchup bottles in his coat before he went back to Grillby’s… Aren’t headcanons fun? if a skeleton can bleed then a fire person can cry

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

‘🍞’

Was... 

Did she just?

“Wheat a second... did ya just lob bread at me? Rye in the world would ya do that!”

[saturdaymorninrp]

I think box mettaton is precious sassy toaster in my eyes. 

[justamixofmemes]

Send ‘🍞’ to throw a loaf of bread at my muse.

[ayunchi-blog]

fs的涂鸦

[loveshisfans-deactivated2020062]

skeletonofpuns:

He won’t say just how much that offer touches him, silly and small thing that it is, but there’s a sense of relief that he won’t be wandering alone, even if it’s only for a moment or two. 

“Sure, sounds like a good idea to me.”

There’s a moment of silence, where he scoots over to where Mettaton was sitting and plops himself down. Hands fan out behind him, propping him up as he leans back just enough to look up. Watching the water, the droplets that fly from the main spill to sparkle in the air with reflected light.

A kinship, that’s damn well what was between them. For a second, for a moment, he didn’t know how long it would last or if it was only him that felt it. That spark of understanding. He got it, and… well he assumed that Mettaton did too. Those pricks of light looked up at the robot, his mouth easing back from its perpetual grin into something neutral.

“So… are we thinkin’ hard or hardly thinkin’? Need to know if I have to put my brain back in.”

   A soft sigh of relief left Razz before he sat back down near the water. His knees were slowly brought up to his chest as he leaned into them somewhat. Arms snaked behind his thighs to hug himself in a way that was almost comforting. It’d been a while since he hugged someone that wasn’t just a fan that wanted to sell their clothing online afterwards, but even his own touch felt dishonest.

   “You have a brain?”

   He asked that mostly as a joke, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if the skeleton took it the wrong way. It was funny to think about a skeleton that had organs, but no skin that would be seen. He read somewhere that a human’s skin is an organ, but he wasn’t too sure about the validity of the book the so-called ‘fact’ was from.

   “I’ve been doing a bit of both over here for quite some time now. Sometimes I wonder if what I need to do is the right thing, and other times I wonder if I should have brought my lipstick with me.”

   “I apologize. I don’t mean to vent about my little inner turmoils with you.”

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

They were close enough that Sans could feel the energy that emanated from Mettaton’s soul tingling against bones. It was... soothing. It was something he missed, honestly. 

“I dunno, I mean I’d like to think so, but it’s all a grey matter to me anyway, heh.”

He lifted one hand up, shifting his weight onto the other one, and used a sharp forefinger bone to tap at the side of his head. Shaking it a little, as if he was making it rattle, trying to hear the brain inside.

“Guess not, I’ll have to make do with rocks again... at least then I’ll have a reason to be as  hard-headed as Paps says I am~”

The hand went back down, and he sighed. Debating for a half a moment before he slid his hands out and rolled back to lay on the ground fully, hands behind his skull.

“Nah, if ya need a monster t’ listen, I’m not that bad of a choice. And... I get it, by the way. The right thing versus the wrong thing. Hard to ever know which will make things alright and which will kill you in the end.”

[roleplayaskmemes]

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skeletonofpuns:

“Can’t argue with ya there.”

There was a shrug, even as he ambled closer to Mettaton. Honestly, there wasn’t enough energy in him at the moment to argue even if he’d disagreed.  Too tired, too everything. 

He couldn’t deny that seeing a familiar face wasn’t welcome though.

“I’d offer an umbrella, but I’m not quite up to daring feats of magic at the moment, sorry. Won’t be able to ask ya to sit under it, either.” 

His pupils flash in something that might be amusement, hands retreating from their pockets to display the thin bones, empty, like the visual will reaffirm just how low on power he is at the moment.

          “And I’d accept your offer, but the rain doesn’t really bother me that much anyway. I may not be entirely waterproof, but a few drops aren’t going to dust me.”

          Goodness, he looked tired. Wasn’t that the brother that always cracked jokes? He seemed so… exhausted. ‘Tired’ probably wasn’t even the proper word to describe the feeling Mettaton got from him, and exhaustion only came so close.

          “…Thank you, though.”

          Sans wasn’t the only one who was short on energy, however. Although Mettaton wasn’t low on charge or particularly overworked, there was a part of him that just wanted to lie down and never get up. Such feelings would always pass, but the fact that they were there to begin with had him worried.

          “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind sitting back down to chat with a familiar face. Would you like to join me, or are you here for something else? Not that it’s any of my business what you’re here for, but that’s just me being curious is all.”

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

He won’t say just how much that offer touches him, silly and small thing that it is, but there’s a sense of relief that he won’t be wandering alone, even if it’s only for a moment or two. 

“Sure, sounds like a good idea to me.”

There’s a moment of silence, where he scoots over to where Mettaton was sitting and plops himself down. Hands fan out behind him, propping him up as he leans back just enough to look up. Watching the water, the droplets that fly from the main spill to sparkle in the air with reflected light.

A kinship, that’s damn well what was between them. For a second, for a moment, he didn’t know how long it would last or if it was only him that felt it. That spark of understanding. He got it, and... well he assumed that Mettaton did too. Those pricks of light looked up at the robot, his mouth easing back from its perpetual grin into something neutral.

“So... are we thinkin’ hard or hardly thinkin’? Need to know if I have to put my brain back in.”

[thepunnyybones]

skeletonofpuns:

“Only in the mirror. Usually. Most the time.”  He’s met a double or two before, universes that were altered far beyond his own, it was… interesting to see, sometimes. Others… Well… “Gonna be a bit before I can bug outta here, hope that ain’t a problem? I can find myself a hidey hole if so, heh, go underground in the underground.”

Sans rolled his shoulders, jacket puffing up and settling back down. 

“Don’t seem all that busy here, is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Sans, perhaps for the first time ever, finds himself rolling his eyes at a joke as his duplicate talks about his literal mirror image. Well, he’d left an opening for that, he  supposes, so he can only blame himself. It seems this guy isn’t looking for trouble, so the least he can do is offer him a place to stay.

        * well, no bad stuff goin’ on right now if that’s what        you’re askin’. everythin’ is just relaxed. – you can        stay at mine for a bit if you want? paps is out tendin’        to puzzles, so you can chill in my room until you can go.

In part it’s to keep an eye on him, make sure the timeline won’t be messed with by this newcomer. Can’t be too safe with these things. Turning on his heel, he motions for the other to follow.

       * come on, i’ll shortcut us there.

[skeletonofpuns-blog]

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in the shortcut, the method. Magic he’d seen so far had been individual, with similarities but never actual perfect matches between doubles.

So if his enthusiasm on that is slightly more then expected, well...

“Sure, ain’t turnin’ down someone else workin’ for once, and hey, maybe we can work out a trombone duet? Heh...”

Chuckles bubble up out of him at the notion, more because it’s something he wouldn’t actually mind if only to annoy Papyrus. Any Papyrus. It was always satisfying.