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“ DID YOU SEE THAT, SANS?! WOWIE! IT WAS SO COOL LOOKING! IT LIT UP THE ENTIRE SKY!! ”

Papyrus chimed excitedly. It wasn’t every day the underground let off fireworks-- in fact it was practically never. So seeing them now from outside his house left the taller skeleton completely enamored. He had no idea what they were, but he was loving them.

#º Golden Guard { Papyrus }#rootinforya #º I Made This For You! { Starter }

A Supernatural AU for @rootinforya

“aaaAAAAARRRRRRGGGGG!!!!” The scream of a man pierced the night as Frisk clutched a sheet of paper and read the final words:

“Ut Ecclesiam Tuam Secura, Tibi Facias Libertate Servire, Te Rogamus, Audi Nos!"

The man in front of the child crumpled to the floor. Black smoke billowed from his mouth and the darkness drained from his eyes. The man lied still in the grass, surrounded by a circle of salt.

Frisk caught their breath. They were bloodied, their lip was busted open, and blood dripped down their cheek. It hurt for them to breath. Their palms and knees were scraped from a fall, and they had red spots on their neck from where the possessed man had tried to strangle them.

But, that was par for the course for the ex-hunter.

They folded up the paper they clutched, which had an exorcism scrawled on it in blue magic marker. They stuffed the paper into their pocket and ran to the fallen man, dropping down next to him and checking for a pulse. There was none. He wasn’t breathing.

Frisk dragged in a sob, but then tried to calm themself. Not everyone survived a possession. That’s something their father had made clear to them growing up.

“Crap.” They stood, flinching a little at the pain and running their hands through their hair nervously. They looked around their back yard where they stood, it was dark out, past their curfew, “I need to hide the body.” They mutter.

It was then they saw him, Sans he was on the back porch, watching Frisk.

“Shit.” They curse. They stare at him for a moment, he stares back. They wave to Sans, not knowing what else to do in the surreal moment. “You want to help me hide a body?” They ask, yelling across the yard.

#oops #supernatural rp #rp #rootinforya

@rootinforya cont. { ❦ }

The dream began in a darkened lab. All of the lights were off – there was not an inhabitant save for Sans himself.

Sans walked through the lab, knowing full well where he was going. He entered a small room that was utterly trashed, full of papers and food strewn about. On a small table was a collection of vials filled with red liquid. They were labeled DETERMINATION.

A shaking, skeletal hand reached out and grabbed one.

The dream then skipped forward in time. Sans was holding a syringe full of the red stuff directly to his soul.

He pressed it in.

[⌘]-- This... this wasn’t her dream. She remembered herself and Sans clearly dozing off in the living room once neither had enough energy to watch the movie that was on TV after Papyrus had gone to bed.

And despite still being ‘in her element’... for once she did not know how she was supposed to behave in the environment. While she was rather used to other people ending up in her dreams, she still hadn’t quite experienced the other way around before! Two people’s dreams by no means go by the same ‘rules’ or ‘logics’ (Not that there are such things in dreams, exactly.) It wasn’t in Madotsuki’s knowledge how this dreamscape works, or what could be the possible consequences of her, an exterior force, interfering with its events if there would be any... or its inner demons.

She managed to point out, however, how the dreamscape here is so concrete and accurate, and could very well have existed in the real world... But she couldn’t tell if they was a vivid dream or a lucid-dream, or both... or actually a memory.

Was she in an hospital? No it couldn’t be that. Hospitals hardly ever are left in the dark like this! Nor are they devoid of medics. Yet, from the corner of her eyes, she spotted Sans, and how he seemed to move as if he knew this place very well ensured her who this dreamscape belonged to.

Quickly checking the window-like stamp of her sweater, Madotsuki figured she could still use her Effects here. Good riddance. Still unsure about what could happen if she directly interfered with events here weighted her decision on which Effect to choose.

{ ＥｆｆｅｃｔＥｑｕｉｐｐｅｄ：ＴＲＩＡＮＧＬＥＫＥＲＣＨＩＥＦ}

With the headband soon placed on her head, she wasted no time in turning translucent to invisibility, then set to quietly follow the skeleton.

Invisible thanks to the Triangle Kerchief Effect, the child actually could watch the situation pretty closely so long she didn’t bump into anything (While invisible, she was not intangible whatsoever,) basically by Sans’ side. And due to the proximity, she could take in details that otherwise could have been missed; Such as the ‘DETERMINATION’ label, the red substance that from close up she somehow could tell wasn’t really blood then recognizing it as the substance that oozed out of Sans’ injuries once when he cracked his skull, and finally, his shaking hands. While she didn’t have the whole knowledge of the situation, she could tell this was a very heavy one. It didn’t feel right.

The way Sans held that syringe made a knot in her stomach. And watching him jamming the needle into the culmination of his very being made her heart sink. She could tell this was not pleasant. No, far from that. This was... all wrong.

Madotsuki wished she actually had interfered, even if it wouldn’t have changed a thing in the real world anymore.

Not even bothering to turn off or unequip the Effect, she threw all her uncertainties out the window and hugged the skeleton tightly but still comfortingly. God, it must be like being hugged by a ghost. Still invisible, she could only muster a couple of words.

“I’m so s- sorry, bro...”

#rootinforya #rootinforyalook #rp #v; a little soul dreams underground au #AHAHAHAHA #happy feels day everybody #sorry it got a bit long

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♦ Stalactites of damnation, the individual could be considered a PEST - yet abnormalities manifested upon his skin, or more appropriately, the external superficiality of his bones.