#ceruleanblucbcrry

[lilbluewonder]

@ceruleanblucbcrry | X

      *OH NO I’M JUST..I DUNNO HOW TO REACT TO SEEING SO MANY CLONES OF MYSELF?

      He fiddled with his gloves a bit, starting to feel a little shy now. What is he supposed to do with a clone? Make puzzles together? Make some mac ‘n cheese? Watch Napstabot? It’s all just so confusing..Yet it’s mixed with his eagerness to learn. Maybe this clone can help him out--who knows?

      *SORRY IF IT SEEMED RUDE?? I DIDN’T THINK SO MANY CLONES WOULD JUST POP UP

[lilbluewonder]

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you!" [@ceruleanblucbcrry]

@ceruleanblucbcrry

      *NO NO IT’S OKAY I--

      Wooooow! This one looked pretty close to legitimately like himself! Is someone out there cloning him? Why? What’s even happening anymore? Question after question--it’s all just piling up in his mind as soon as he had a good look at the skeleton.

      Eventually he did catch himself staring for a little too long. Shaking his head pretty quickly before smiling,

      *UH..I MEAN WELL YEAH--YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A THING! I’M A-OKAY! ARE YOU?

[ceruleanblucbcrry]

@undertale-rial

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“Oh, well, if you’re sure! There is a lot of stuff here.” There was a small flinch at the contact, though his eyelights switched to stars a moment later. Ceru lifted the rest of the metal into his arms again, shifting them until he was sure that he had a stable hold. The material may be durable, but he still didn’t want to risk breaking it. His smile brightened at Rial’s words, though at her final question he tilted his head slightly.

“This? It’s for Paps. He’s working on something big in the basement, and Undyne is sending this stuff over to him. He would get it himself if he wasn’t such a lazybones!” he answered, his tone rather casual despite talking about a subject that could be considered important. Not everyone has a large machine in their basement, after all. His eyelights switched back to the usual blue dots when he spoke again. "But I am fine! You've been moving? Sounds interesting!"

[ceruleanblucbcrry]

“Oh dear, do you need help?” (I know we've interacted before Buuut ionly if your ok with it ^^)

@undertale-rial

Ceru attempted to turn to the source of the voice, despite his arms being rather full. He was carrying a lot of machiney and scrap metal - to give to Papyrus from Undyne. He didn't understand why his brother needed so much of it, but it sounded important. The only struggle was carrying it from the lab back to their house, as there was so much of it that he was having trouble seeing over the top of the mound. That was one disadvantage of being short.

When he had moved enough so he could see the figure, his expression brightened. “Oh, hello! No, no, I’m fine! It’s nothing too difficult for the Magnificent Sans!” he said. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was getting rather heavy. He set the metal down on the snow and straightened up again. His spine was a little sore after that. “It's nice to see you again!”

[ask-the-determined]

@ceruleanblucbcrry has rung the bell

     Currently, Death appeared to be attempting to craft a little gift for his brother. A wreath made out of echo flowers... Not an easy task for an entity that kills any living thing it touches. But fortunately he was wearing his leather gloves, and they seemed to be working for now.

     So, he worked meticulously, hovering a few feet above the air while ‘lying’ on his back, humming a rather eerie version of jingle bells. Such holiday cheer from such a gloomy-looking skeleton.

[ceruleanblucbcrry]

~ @surfacechild liked for a starter ~

Ceru enjoyed visiting the other timelines. Even if he never knew where he went most of the time, it was often exciting to find a random universe. Despite the fact that he didn't always get quite so lucky as he did here. Stepping out through the rift, he looked around and started to walk. Not knowing where he was or where he was going, it wasn't long before he bumped into somebody.

"Whoops! Sorry! I should've been looking where I was going," he said, his voice happy and light. Yet there was an underlying tone of fear in it. A result of things that had happened to him that caused him to be more wary. He couldn't let them know that, though! He was supposed to stay cheerful.