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[[ Mars, Neptune, Aries ]]
Mars: What’s your sexuality?
*...
*I’m twelve.
Neptune: When’s your birthday?
*January seventeenth.
*Not that anyone remembers it.
Aries: Favourite movie?
*I don’t watch a lot of movies, but...
*I like ones with animals in them.
Meeting Chara
@go-dunk-yourself
It was a normal morning on the surface. Sans was going about his morning routine, the house was quiet, and the sun had just risen, coloring the sky outside with brilliant shades of orange and purples. Birds chirped in the trees, saying hello to their fellows, flowers stretched their petals to the sky, and there was a general feeling of peace and a promise of a new, wonderful day.
That is, until, a bright flash of light illuminated the room where Sans stood. The air around him seemed to open, and when the light faded, 2 children lied on the floor in front of the skeleton. The first was Frisk. The second was a new child, with a green and yellow striped sweater and short ginger hair. A heart locket sat around it’s neck. A knife was strapped to it’s belt. The pair were pale and unmoving. Seemingly dead.
Above them was a SOUL, a red SOUL that fluttered and shuttered and then, split. Half of the SOUL floated to Frisk. The other half, to the strange second child.
Both of them gave a gasp and sat up in a cold sweat. The unknown child revealed glowing red eyes. They spoke first. “Frisk, did you just-”
Frisk grinned, it was a big relieved smile. Tears of joy welled in their eyes, they jumped up and wrapped the red eyed child in a hug. “Yes! Of course I did!” they exclaimed. They planted a kiss on the other child’s cheek and hugged them tight.
The other child hugged back. “Th-thank you.” They said, speechless, their lips trembling like they might cry.
The other two then became aware that Sans was watching them.
Frisk blushed, looking up at the skeleton from their place on the floor, “Uh…Sans! Meet Chara.” Frisk said nervously, still not letting go of their friend.
[[ 6, 21, 27 ]]
6: Pick one song to describe your character.One, it says, but Sansy’s life diverges enough that he becomes a very different person in the genocide and pacifist timelines. So– each gets a song.
Genocide!Sansy: Blue Lips, by Regina Spektor.Pacifist!Sansy: Sloom, by Of Monsters and Men.
21: Your character has three wishes; what do they wish for?
Three Fs: friendship, forgiveness, freedom. Sansy’s often lonely, and wants (as much as he won’t admit it) someone to stand beside and talk to; he still feels a lot of guilt for the horrible things he’s sure he did but can only remember in dreams (he killed someone– he thinks); and he’d love to see the stars… are they really as bright as he imagined they are?
27: If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
Sans has no idea who his real parents are. He doesn’t really care to know. They don’t have any impact on him. But when he was very little, he used to have a Doctor Gaster who looked after him and Pap… He was the Royal Lab Assistant for a time, in too-big white coats. Gaster taught him a lot of things. And then he was gone, for some reason. Nobody ever explained that.
Sans expressed his gratitude (he was a fairly polite child) but he doesn’t think he ever actually just said “thank you.” He’d like to say it, if given the chance.
@go-dunk-yourself 👎✋👎☠🕯❄ ✌💧😐 ☞⚐☼ ❄☟✋💧
==> ☝✌💧❄☜☼ took a good look around at what he had done. There were easily a thousand Sanses and Papyruses; a thousand of each. They all continued to squirm and cry and scream as they were held by the black sludge; but the Void engulfed their sobs and cries.
==> ☝✌💧❄☜☼ was filled with pure glee as he watched them all. Holed hands would appear at random and would rub the top of some of their skulls with affection, other hands would play with scarves and hoodies, and still others would simply poke and prod to make sure his beloved siblings weren’t turning into dust.
==> Of course they wouldn’t. If ☝✌💧❄☜☼ could survive here, then his siblings would as well. There would not be any problems.
==> Their cries for help were simply ignored, or maybe ☝✌💧❄☜☼ convinced himself that they weren’t crying out for help at all.
==> He decided to approach a Sans.
[[ 5, any age ]]
send me a number from 1–15 without looking and i’ll write a starter based on the gif given.
A small rosy red dusted Frisk cheek as she placed a kiss on the short Skeletons teeth. Once she pulled away her face was burning red. She smiled shyly a bit embarrassed and kept her mouth shut afraid she would be a stuttering mess. A small faint giggles only escaped her lips.
☒ - A fact about the mun, ☑ - A fact about the character
Fact About Mun: // Ah jeez um?? My eyes are like half green and blue in both, due to my dad having one of each?? Is that a good fact??Fact About Character: My Chara isnt actually all that violent and just wants forgiveness, the poor smol bab.
@go-dunk-yourself
With a grin, Grillby placed a ketchup container in front of the skeleton. Someone had gone through the effort to write Sans’ name all over the bottle in various script styles. “This one’s yours.”
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For every “✖” I get, my Muse’s “Darkening Meter” will rise by 10%, driving them more and more insane! If you get them to 100%, you get a small drabble of their final moments before being completely enveloped!
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