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Sans left Grillby’s with a take out bag in his hands. Inside was a burger n fries with some ketchup packets. He tucked it inside his jacket and walked out to the post by the door of the ruins.
But instead of going inside his sentry station he just looked at it for a while and then glanced in the direction of the Ruins.
I mean, I could… but wouldn’t it be pointless? He wondered. She said, she was never gonna come out… So why should I even bother doing it? He sighed and paced a bit. Pointless… If i do it and she doesn’t even bother to open the door… then why even leave the meal there for her….?
He looked down at his feet as his mind continued it’s debate.
Because she’s done things for me that cheered me up, that’s why. Thought it would be a nice gesture, and she is lonely, she’s said so. So what better to cheer someone up than a meal from my favorite restaurant, right? Grillby’s does have the best food around. And I bet it’d be nice to have something different… for as long as she’s been there, I bet she’s not had take out in a long while…
He sighed and turned around and gave the pathway to the ruins a determined stare. Then he walked over to the Ruin door and knocked.
“Knock knock.” he said.
“Who’s there?”
“Scold.”
“Scold who?”
“Scold outside, and I snow a place that has some hot eats. Ya interested?”
A semi- sad chuckle came from the other side of the door. “You know that I never leave from here.”
“Heh… yeah I know,” He started to feel like maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all. He shook his head.
Might as well give it a try. Worse come to worse, the food gets wasted, that’s not so bad, is it? He thought.
“That’s why I brought it to you,” he said, trying to sound cheery. “And you don’t have to come out while I’m here. I can leave it right by the door.”
Silence.
He sighed. “Just thought you might like a nice warm meal, and from a restaurant, it’s the best one in town too…” He paused. “I just thought wanted to give it to you as a way of sayin thanks for the jokes and company. and all…”
No response.
“Well, I’ll leave it here.” He put the bag down by the door. “You can think about it, ok? I’ll be… uh… I’ll be going now, got work to do and stuff, heh… Have a good one…”
He walked back to his post in somber silence and stayed at his post that day keeping watch. At the end of the day, he closed up the station and looked back at the path to the Ruins again. Should he go and check? He thought for a few seconds, and decided to go see if the bag was still there. Not knowing would probably end up driving him crazy.
As he approached the door, he looked for the fast food bag.
It wasn’t there. But there were signs of a door being opened such as snow being shoved to the side.
{Gaster sobbed, clutching his child’s limp body close. All he could do was hold them. He had saved them from near extermination countless times but now he could do nothing but watch the life slip from their eyes. He wept bitterly and stared up at the sky and cried out. He felt cold. No father should have to bury his child.}
Everything was chaos. The war between humans and monsters had begun, and though his village hadn’t been pillaged or burned to the ground, Gaster had been forced to go with his mother to retreat into a large mountain. Mount Ebott, it was called, was to be the final battleground. The strategy was to protect the survivors, since the monsters were forced to be on the defensive, and at least the remaining few of the race would survive deep underground if the last pieces of Asgore’s army fell to the humans. Nairn, his father, was a part of that army.
The Ruins were small, but Gaster had gotten used to living there. The rations were few, but he planned to eat as little as possible so his mother could have the rest. It seemed she had the opposite idea, however, and so he ended up being the one with the most food because she didn’t want him to starve.
It would be months since they’d moved to the mountains when bad news came to their front door. Everyone lived in the same area, so they didn’t have a front door to knock on per se, but Gaster had awoken to the sound of an unfamiliar voice speaking to his mother. It was late at night.
“Are you Amienne?”
“…Yes, I am. What is it, sir?”
“Nairn, he…he wanted this to go to his son. I’m sorry, ma’am. He loves you both so very, very much...it was the last thing he said.”
Gaster couldn’t sleep. As soon as he was sure his mother wept herself into a deep slumber, he turned to lay on his other side. Next to him, loosely covered in beige fabric, was his father’s cutlass.
They hadn’t realized what they’d said until it had already slipped out of their mouth. They cover their mouth, eyes growing wide with realization. Words could do a whole lot – & Bailey liked to use theirs very so carefully. They didn’t know how to react to the accidental slip of their tongue, repeating something they’d heard their mother say again & again. It was just a word, but words could be as awful as anything else in the world if they weren’t careful.
“ I didn’t mean – I mean, I’m sorry – “ They fumble with their words in a mix of distress & awkwardness, eyes flickering from him to the ground.
My muse went missing and you decided to go find them, you soon find yourself in a strange place and in the middle of the room is my muse, but they seem… Different. Send “Shadow of true self” to see the shadow of my muse’s true self. this means, they will act how they truely feel inside, or who they want to be, or they insecurities. Go head and go wild with this
Sans was... not his usual self... Or rather he was, and it was too much like him. Usually he was grinning and smiling and laughing, but this time, there seemed to be not okay.... He was hiding in his workshop, one that wouldn’t have taken Grillby that long to find in his quest for looking for the small skeleton.
He stood in the center, laughing, and wiping away things from his face. Upon hearing the latch click, he looked up, wincing a little at the light the other created upon entering the dark room.
Even through the hysterical laughter he had seemed to be in before Grillby’s arrival, he looked at Grillby confused, before taking a step back.
*w-what are you doing here....? how did you... how did you know where i was?
