(ap) the grim reaper

getting to the surface doesn't really appeal to me anymore. independent au pacifist sans. moderately selective. private. narrated by vixi. this blog is incredibly triggering from square one. it includes heavy smoking, potential drug use, child abuse, mentions of gore, blood, and other severe topics. bear in mind that these will be tagged but PRESENT on this blog.

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                 Mental Spectrum Positivity #4

 To those with Borderline Personality Disorder, honestly, I don’t know where some people would be without you to protecting them! 

           To those on the Depression spectrum, even if you do feel held back by your emotions, I promise - you make more people smile than any other!

         Never forget how beautiful you are!

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      Stretching until his bones popped, something that constantly freaked his brother out, he cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders before teleporting down to the Underground -- to Waterfall, to be precise. He’s trying to take more walks to ‘calm himself down’ as Toriel always said, but, really, he’s just getting readjusted to something that he knows he’ll go right back to with no way out. The kid always gets bored of being up top with everyone. Always. 

      “Oh,” he blankly mutters aloud upon seeing a familiar face, raising a hand to wave to the wandering monster. “Aysel--- s’been a while. How’ve you been holding up?”

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      Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to come into work on his day off ( one he probably needed, truth be told ), but it would always be better than staying at home alone while trying to not fall asleep. Of course, that would mean trying to avoid seeing---

                          “Sans?”

                                      ...fuck.

      He plays it off as coolly as he can, though, not wanting to arouse any suspicion. However, knowing Mettaton, and how he runs this resort, he would always be suspicious when someone comes in on their day off.

            “Welp. Y’caught me. What’s up?”

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      It wasn’t often that he found himself understanding a human -- as his own experiences had left him unable to really associate with his own KIND, let alone the kind that drove him into an eventual hell -- but there are just some that he knows that he would get along with. Unfortunately, sometimes... sometimes his judgement is a little off. Not everyone is as transparent as the kid.

      So that’s why he doesn’t say hello, he doesn’t try and pass himself off as friendly, only offering something that the other guy may or may not need. Maybe he’s being a dick by even offering it, but it’s whatever. It’s really just an open-ended offer. He’s welcome to reject it.

             “Need a smoke?”

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     On the surface, it was near impossible to learn about the war without hearing the same things repeated with slightly different words. She knew the story from their viewpoint; everybody did. But try to find something geared toward the monsters’ position and that was a very, very steep uphill climb.

     “I was wondering if biases worked the same way down here. You’re fighting a war, right? One for freedom; you need human SOULs to break the barrier… An important task such as that is likely to get monsters rallying together for the cause, isn’t it? I’ve always been curious since we started learning about the history… Everybody tells it a little differently every time, but it always stays the same in the end. Humans won because they’re ‘good,’ because it was the ‘right’ outcome. But they always make it sound so bad, even though it all centres around differences… Is it like that in your history books? That’s…that’s why I’m asking. To hear both sides.”

     Ah, how much the child could speak when it was about something she was interested in.

     —It wasn’t like she had the luxury of asking while she was still on the surface.

     She nodded along to his words, hiding her hands in the pockets of the oversized sweater. “Oh, I see… So it just depends on who you meet and how you get along with them?”

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      The victor writes the history books. That’s the one thing that he’ll always agree on, even if he doesn’t like associating with most humans. He may not inherently hate their guts whenever they fall down here, but that isn’t to say that he’s buddy-buddy with them, either. After all, he suffered so much ( too much ) because of them. ...but war is war. He can’t blame the other side for follies that he knows he made himself. ( He’s one of the few that still remain unbiased in the face of the guard dogs of Hell. ) 

      “...yeah, that’s one way to look at it, I guess.” Not to say that she’s wrong in any way. He’s like that with everyone. If you’re at least moderately sociable ( or have social etiquette, at the very least ), then he doesn’t have a lick of a problem with you. Just be decent, is his point. At long as you’re decent, then... “And--- and about the war... if you really want to know about it, and if Gerson--not too far from here, in Waterfall... if he don’t tell you, you can ask any questions you want about it to me, and I’ll answer ‘em from memory if you’re that curious.”

      “It ain’t like I’m doin’ much else ‘ere.” Truth be told, he hates talking about the war, but the kid... she’s not hurting anyone by knowing. All she’s been doing this entire time ( that he’s known ) is taking notes with that little pen and notebook of hers. 

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     This blue version of his favorite CUSTOMER didn’t settle quite well with him. Probably because he was so different. Too KIND. Or perhaps because he knew a SHADY person when he saw one. So WHAT if he knew the bartender was well-aware he was an impostor. He didn’t care. A crooked grin took place at the refusal of alcohol. Followed with what one could only assume was a FLIRT. 

      x careful SNAS. Play with fire and you might get BURNED. 

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      Well, isn’t this something? It looks like someone’s having a bit of a problem with the fact that he actually has a SPINE to talk back to someone else. ( Though, truth be told, maybe this is just a timeline where anxiety was in place of his depression and didn’t really tamper with his ideas of playfully pushing buttons. Oh well! ) “I think I can take the heat.” is all he says in response to that, a grin to easily get him dusted in this timeline plastered on his face. He’s been looking for new entertainment.

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hmm, boss? he suspected that the other wasn’t from his universe, but the word ‘boss’ made him curious.

“ Checking up on everyone ? Ah, doll, did you just call me boss? Thats interesting… ”

he hummed a little, twirling the ends of his hair.

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      “Oh... uh,” That may have given him away. ...if the clearly abnormal way of dressing didn’t already tip the superstar off to his presence in this timeline being one that doesn’t belong. After all, it would pretty disastrous to have to explain everything all over again... maybe he doesn’t have to. Maybe this one already knows...? “...well, you are the boss of Hotland, aren’t you? Heh...”

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

⟨ Now wasn’t this something. A conventional sight at most, a stand-in for what could supposedly be his brother in this timeline. It’s slightly off-putting, to see an alternate of his brother in an easygoing attire rather than his habitual battle body. Dismaying, but also interesting. Snooping had been his intentions from the start, this just added fuel to the fire. ⟩

                                            « *well damn, you caught me. » 

                                             « *and here i was, hopin’ i was bein’ slick. » 

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      “That right?” Despite the playful tone, it doesn’t seem like he’s all fun and games right now. In fact, he seems to be acting quite the opposite at the moment. ( He doesn’t like people potentially giving the kid a reason to reset on him. ) “Well, Mister Slick, what’s your business in this here place o’ mine?” He’s being purposefully vague with his word choice, just in case he’s just being paranoid again.

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      The Sans look-alike would be right. No one dared fight in this particular bar. The atmosphere demanding SOPHISTICATION unlike the crummy one back in orangeby’s. Such a nice timeline and such a shabby place. PITY. 

       INDEED. This place was not for the weak-hearted. But even in DESPAIR did friendships occur and his and SANS’ was no exception. But this wasn’t his Sans and that alone pissed him off even more.  

       x coming right away ‘SANS’. Tone overly polite. want me to give you a BEER while I’m at it?  

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      Upbringing forced him to note everything about the other, and, even if he didn’t do that, it would take an idiot to not hear the forced accentuation on his name. He doesn’t believe it’s him? Well, he can’t blame the guy; this version of him wears so much red it’s an eyesore and hardly ever speaks up at this joint, from what he’s heard ( and seen ) of him. 

      “i appreciate the offer, but i think i’ll pass.” For a brief moment in time, the imprints of humane teeth seem more like FANGS, but, as soon as one could blink, they look normal again. “i prefer being as alert as possible when surrounded by such... lovely monsters.”

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             G showed a sly smile. He knew how Sans was. A skeleton who was suffering inside, but he was always showing a smile, airily to nothing, being lazy and sleeping in every corner. Depression led him to so, right? He should feel tired.

              ❝ Liar. But if I’m honest, I would do                  the same as you. One of my halves                                                 it’s you, after all. ❞

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      Being called out in broad daylight is a foreign ordeal to him. Lights in his eyes blinked out as his sockets closed, then opened after a few seconds. One of his halves? Not the strangest thing he’s seen or heard, nor would it faze him any. “well, as wonderful as that is to hear,” The amount of sarcasm in his tone was LETHAL. “i don’t prefer being accused of lying by someone i hardly know.”

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     The question had been on her mind for some time. Coming from the surface, she had grown up learning about the war; the ‘decisive’ victory over monsterkind and their banishment to this very mountain. As with all stories, Elys had listened intently, though not without a degree of scepticism. Was there more to that story from all those years ago? Things that they didn’t know about the monsters?

     —Did it all happen the way they said it did?

      Curiosity gleaming in those grey orbs, she looked up at the skeleton, worrying her lower lip.

     “…Can I ask a question? Do all monsters really hate humans like they said? Surely not everybody hates them, right? Do you?”

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      “where’s this comin’ from, kid?” Of course, it isn’t like her curiosity is misplaced. He’s heard similarly phrased questions before ( from the ones BEFORE her ), but she seemed to not have been skeptical at all of the things she was told before she fell down here. She seemed to only now be realizing that the human race isn’t always right. ( Even within their own numbers, they will always be that way. As a wise man once said, the winner always writes the history books, and they’re never unbiased. ) “well, uh... i can’t speak for all monsters, but i’m kinda indifferent. the humans i’ve met lately have been decent,” ( child murderer. ) “so i can’t say i hate all humans, but i’ve definitely had... unpleasant ordeals with them. why do ya ask, kid?”

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                                 I am dangerous                                      I am docile

                                  I am a machine                                I am a human being

                                   I am a demon                                    I am an angel

               ( In the end, does it really matter what I am? )

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                                           once upon a time, i was SAFE.                                      now, i don’t know who i am anymore.