[starter for @bonefiedbrother ]
Frisk wanted to find the truth. They went into the true lab, they got all of the keys and the power working. Alphys declared she'd stop keeping secrets and be bold. Everything seemed to have gotten better, and mysterious had been solved. Except for one. Frisk had went to the elevator. Unsure of what was to come. The lights flickered. Everything about the elevator had a dirty look to it. Until the lights burned red. Its speed grew intense and it appeared to be crashing. Frisk cried, banging on the doors of the elevator, afraid of what was to happen. Then everything went black.
Assuming to have crashed. It felt like hours of dreaming. Days of dreaming. Dreams of sunshine, and happiness. Dreams of being on the surface will all of their monster friends.
Their face twitched, something soft like grass their skin. Giving them the surreal feeling of being outside. What had happened? What had happened was scattered in their mind for a few moments. Before everything began washing back over them. Proceeding to take a deep breath in, they forced themselves back into complete consciousness. The soft grass they felt was from the patch of grass and flowers against their face. But... Grass? They were in hotland! Emphasis on were. They glanced around the room they were now in. It looked like... The place they first woke up when they fell down here.
Frisk forced themselves to stand up, bruises along their arms and legs, it still felt as if they crashed out of the elevator. But the elevator was no where to be seen. They began to walk forward, curiosity striking them. The rooms they passed were ones she had been through before. It was the ruins. They were confused beyond belief. However, excitement began to fill them up. They were going to see Toriel!
This caused Frisk to break into a run, going down through all of the already solved puzzles. They were too focused on their goal to pay attention to the white dust that plagued the ground.
They had finally arrived at the house. Frisk searched and searched, but she was no where to be seen. They reached the spot where a battle with Toriel would take place. A pile of dust.
Frisk clutched onto the part of their sweater just above their heart. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. They refused to believe...
They had to find their other friends!
Frisk sprinted to Snowdin. They did not stop. They ran far and far and far. The familiar sight of the town didn’t bring comfort. The amount of dust they passed by on their way here was heart breaking. What had happened here?!
*It’s the same nightmare...over and over again... I run...there is fire everywhere...and then they appear and...and...
Based on the rabbit rps I’ve done with @bonefiedbrother and another friend who does an awesome fellby~
Yanswap ended up getting killed after having kidnapped and broken @edgeysans so he was the target of a skeleton hunt per say. And it was Fellby that did the execution.
@bonefiedbrother and i talked things out and i’ve come to the conclusion that the only way burgerpants would be able to stay with her sans would involve either...
her having to maintain a whole second verse just for our interactions (since she’s primarily a No Mercy sans)
burgerpants inexplicably learning how to travel between timelines (and i was already worried giving burgerpants the determination and defenses he has anyway, even if it’d only ever be played for laughs, that i’d accidentally made him overpowered/a Gary Stu)
or Forces Beyond Our Control™ inexplicably causing burgerpants to seamlessly travel between timelines (which is just plain stupid)
plus there’s the matter that kindlingbartinder isn’t her native grillby, so how that’d work would be a whole other hassle in itself
so i’ve decided on a compromise without throwing everything completely away:
i’ll just kind of have my own sans running in the background until burgerpants finds someone else to crash with. whether that’s another sans, or someone else who lives in snowdin, who knows? @kindlingbartinder would still be the main go-to grillby, but i suppose since it doesn’t matter too much if zie’s not the one you’re used to, you keep interacting with whichever grillby you’re comfortable with and i’ll deal with mine
i’m not a great sans (and i don’t pretend to be, i’m not going to run a full-time sans ask/rp blog haha) but i figure i can get a feeling for how they’d interact as far as being roommates
Well, finally someone with some common sense offered me a place to stay in Snowdin, and I have a job opening awaiting me at Grillby’s! Thank you so much to everyone who spread the word
Deep inside his core, something told Grillby that it was the night to tell Sans. There was a feeling, sitting next to the excitement, nervousness, and hope. Intrigue. A curiosity that could only be satisfied if he had an answer to his question that he so desperately wanted to get off his chest. The push to this decision mainly lied within the absolutely certainty that no matter what would happen, he wouldn’t lose the friendship that was so deep seated between them.
This is why Grillby finds him closing the bar early, ushering people outside. He waves away the patrons’ complaints and the sly looks slide right off his shoulder. Gossip all you want, he thought to himself, but tonight was their night. Sans and his, he means. So he continues to shoo away the nosy regulars. When he can no longer see them in sight, he starts to tug down the blinds to his windows, clearing away the dust as he does. It’s then that he realizes it’s been a very long time since he last closed down like this.
Cleaning the bar and moving the tables (all but one) to the back room is what comes next. Dusting, waxing the floors, fluffing the cushions of two chairs, and then fixing what decor might be off center. He knows that if he doesn’t get this right, he will be upset with himself, and that’s not something he needs to pile on top of everything else he worries about.
Next is the food. He finds himself going all out. The appetizer: bread sticks with a side of ketchup marinara sauce. Drinks: The sweetest sodas he had on hand. Dinner: spaghetti with ketchup sauce. Dessert (the only safety from ketchup): home made ice cream piled high with toppings on the side, of choice, and flavors. Still, once everything was made, he stood at the kitchen counter with his hands on his hips, feeling like there was something missing. Snapping his fingers together, he realized that there was no music. That sort of this was essential for atmosphere.
He scrambled over to his jukebox and plugged it in. He proceeded to suffer twenty one plays of whatever had last been bought for a good couple hours until he was able to pick out some classics. All that’s left is bribing someone to get Sans this handwritten letter to the small skeleton (the easiest thing he had done all night).
‘Sans,
Please swing by the bar tonight, as soon as possible.
♪: Name three things, that are absolutely mandatory for you, to be able to roleplay!
/*I probably put too much detail in this, but...
I need enough physical isolation to focus (which is why I sequester myself in my room, so no one’s looking over my shoulder while I write)
I need to have some idea what to expect from the other mun(s) involved (which is why I need my partners to have rules pages)
I need to know about the other muse so I can figure out how they’d interact with mine (again, this is why I need about/bio pages. also why I don’t RP with characters from fandoms I don’t know well, and read every single page I can find before following a blog because I wanna know all the juicy details)
