#!skelesibs

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▪ we good

▪ he let me come home

▪ he’s mad cause he can see me giving him bunny ears, nyeh heh

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Just a prank, bro.

A bag of flour, a sword and one of his torn up shirts... 

The trap was laid for a perfect prank. Snaps regarded his work with malevolent glee, lacing his fingers together as he surveyed the area... Where best to lay this trap? All over the living room, of course.

Snatching up the flour, he opened it up and poured a trail along the couch, created a scuffle  on the floor in front of a TV before finally emptying the last of it in a big pile on the floor, where he dumped his old shirt. Snaps knelt down, rolling the shirt in the flour, making sure it looked completely covered, and then he took the rusty sword-- his boyfriend had made it--and used it to stab right through both his old shirt and the pile of flour.

Snaps stood up, admiring his work and dusting off his hands. Oh yes. This was going to be hilarious... It was almost time for Sans to get home from his job--oh, was he ever excited. Snaps was sure that Sans would be fooled utterly, and likely cry and sob into a pile of flour. The thought alone had him giggling, and the devious skeleton hurriedly hid up in his room, cracking the door open a little just to watch.

At the top of the hour, Sans returned home, opening the door to their apartment and groaning, before his eyes shot open wide-- dust all over the room, dragging, and finally the sword through a pile of... Oh no. His eyes had never been so wide as he bolted to the pile, throwing his hands into it and lifting the remains of his brother. The shirt horribly torn, the sword... he grabbed the hilt and pulled it free, starting to panic. "WHAT...??? NO. NO? WHO...??? THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE, THIS PLACE IS IMPENETRABLE...??! WHO COULD HAVE... WHY WOULD THEY...???"

Snaps can't help but let out a cackle, covering his mouth to try and muffle it, but it's too late. Sans launched himself up the stairs, throwing open the door to his brother's room and jumped on him, tears in his sockets as he shrieked at his laughing sibling, "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, YOU MISERABLE WASTE OF SPACE!!! YOU AWFUL, HORRID LITTLE BROTHER!!!"

All throughout his scolding, Snaps only laughed, laughed so hard he was practically crying. "oooh--oh my GOD, sans, your FACE! you should have seen your face...ahahaha...!"

"MY F...??! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!!! HOW COULD YOU THINK THIS WAS OKAY TO DO?! YOU LOATHSOME SKELETON, I HATE YOU!!! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!!!!! IF YOU WERE REALLY DEAD, THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SUFFER YOU TASTELESS JOKES!!!!!!" Sans screamed, reaching into his scarf in order to pull out VenomSlayer, his newest (and most venomous) cobra. Snaps' eyes widened a little, as he tried to skirt backwards, "woah-woah-woah, hey, c-come on, sans, let's be reasonable here. come on. i'm your brother? it was a joke,"

Sans clearly didn't agree with him, pulling open Snaps' hoodie and dropping VenomSlayer inside, the snake quickly slithering under the taller's red sweater, much to his writhing displeasure.

"IF THAT IS YOUR IDEA OF A JOKE, THEN THIS MUST BE HILARIOUS, ISN'T IT, PAPYRUS."