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Since coming out of the Ruins, it was very rare that you managed to set foot in Snowdin. All things considered, it was honestly rare that you left the palace altogether. You didn’t miss the constant hustle of being in charge, and it seemed that it was worse than before. You weren’t surprised, but that didn’t mean you were happy about it, all the same.

One good thing that came of it was the fact that Sans would occasionally visit you. He did a great job of making things just a little less stressful. And today? Well, apparently, he wanted to show you Grillby’s, since you’d mentioned you hadn’t heard of it before.

        “You know, I can’t say I even remember the last time I’ve had a meal I didn’t cook myself. I think this’ll be a great change of pace.”

Not to mention the fact you could relax, too! It didn’t dawn on you that maybe having the queen around might draw unwanted attention, but one could optimistically hope it wouldn’t be a problem.

[pyroclowder]

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Impact realized much too late exactly how far they’d traveled from where they’d been meant to stay put, or at the very least stay in the general area since the later was usually an impossible task. It wasn’t exactly intentional so maybe Courier wouldn’t be completely upset with them whenever they managed to find their way back. If they managed to do that. 

It was just their luck to get completely lost, their innate curiosity for the world around them pushed them to toe past boundaries just to sate a fascination that they’d always had for the how and why of things. This predicament was cause by such circumstances that led the little skeleton on wondering exactly how far they could follow the river, cautious as they were of the flowing water, as they had been doing absolutely nothing to occupy their ever working mind beforehand which was the absolute worst. Boredom sucked, and if they’d even gotten tired of playing with their marbles then it was definitely time for a change in scenery! Which to be fair wasn’t against the set rules, however walking from Waterfall, to Snowdin, to the Ruins definitely just might be. 

Now though, standing there in place with clothes as wet as if they’d actually taken a tumble into the river instead of just a bunch of snow poffs, white lights flicker to peach curiously as they processed the stranger standing before them. Another skeleton? Not someone they expected to run into since it had never really happened before but they weren’t complaining.There thoughts trailed off as they were questioned, perking up slightly at the chance to tell someone their exciting findings! 

“ Yup! I came really far, All the way from waterfall! I followed the river all the way and then I found snow, I haven’t seen it before so I kinda got distracted from my river watching! And then I got distracted from the snow and now I’m here! “

They looked almost proud, tail waving behind them amicably as they spoke, almost seeming to grin as they watched the other skeleton for a reaction of some sort. Part of them still curious over the whole skeleton thing outside of their own family and another part of them was simply curious of the type of monster the other would turn out to be. So far he seemed kind enough to at least not turn away a lost kid. 

“ I don’t have parent’s--but my Sis is probably going to be looking for me. “

[l0stsans]

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       He had to admit, it was pretty AWKWARD seeing the other skeleton again so soon after their first encounter. He felt - weird... embarrassed. Mostly, he just felt guilt for making things so tense with someone he didn’t even know, who had only been trying to help. Of course, it’s hard to understand these things when you’re drowning in the moment. But after time to reflect, he felt like he had to at least apologize. Or maybe he was just trying to prove something he didn’t have to - to himself, metaphorically speaking.

       “You uh -- you still up to catchin’ a bite to eat...? Sorry if I’m intrudin’, but - I’m all skin’n’bone here. Minus the skin.”

[l0stsans]

@strikemycore || starter

       “They say someday everybody dies alone; but hey, who knows?”

[sekikai]

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[friskitude]

@strikemycore | cont.

[ * The child is confused by these hairless monsters (?) ]

[ Most kids like to play around in the snow. Some kids didn’t enjoy bundling up in thick, stiff layers to be able to withstand the temperature. For skeletons, this was hardly an issue, since they were more resilient to extreme temperatures. Sans took advantage of his perk often, taking his little brother out to make snow sculptures of each other or to simply lay in the cold, white blanket that was the ground. ]

[ Today, their playtime was interrupted. The older brother heard someone’s crunching footsteps from beyond the trees, and he quickly assumed it to be one of those annoying guard dogs that liked to scold him for being in areas he isn’t supposed to even play in. He shushed his little brother before picking up a stick near his feet, holding it like a sword in front of him. ]

          what slowly emerges from the sea of trees is a bit too small to be a guard anything, much less a guard dog. they’re trembling as they trudge through the ankle-deep snow, head hanging and hands pressed against their mouth --- though it’s hard to tell whether that’s because they’re woefully underdressed for the current climate or because of the huffing laughter, sparked by a horrendous ‘so bad it’s good’ pun they heard from a passing comedian, they’re desperately trying to stifle.

          it’s not long before the ‘i am trying so hard to not laugh please end my suffering’ trembles become ‘i am so cold please end my suffering’ shivers. it’s only then that they lift their head up, eyes roving over the stark, white horizon to find---?

          a? skeleton?

          they?? think???

          a monster, maybe? are? skeleton monsters? a thing?? eyes wide and heart pounding with the absolute need to know, they move until only a few feet remain between them and their new discovery. oh! uh. make that discoveries.

                    ❛ hi!! ❜

          they either don’t register or are unfazed by the less than welcoming stance he’s adopted, because their wave is unapologetically manic. (the smile that creeps onto their face as their hands burst into a flurry of frenzied activity is, thankfully, not.)

                    ❛ you!! you, skeleton, you! look human, but--- m-o-n-s-t-e-r?                       yes? yes?? ❜

[lastfallen]

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Huh, that definitely explained a lot. Sans just popping up to chill at empty stalls around the Underground was somehow more believable than him actually managing to work all those jobs at the same time. Though there was one comment he made that stuck out to them most.

“I-if you wanna keep an eye on me, why not... come ‘round the Underground with me?”

They went on to ask, resting on the counter a bit too ask the child spoke. Sans following them around wasn’t much of a secret by this point, everywhere they went in the Underground he seemed to be somewhere nearby, whether sitting at a station or just hanging out somewhere randomly. But why be so sporadic about it? Wouldn’t it be easier to just walk around with them, steer them away from trouble, keep them company?

Holly didn’t want to admit it, but going around by themself and constantly getting pointed out as being a human, an outsider, a threat, was pretty... lonely. Sans always seemed pretty lax about all that though, so Holly felt a bit more at ease around him than most other monsters they knew.

[mynameisntburgerpants]

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As if on reflex, as soon as he saw the door to the eatery opening, Burgerpants scrambled to his feet, dropping what he was already doing to face the customer and force the least unconvincing smile his face could allow. Still, no matter how much he tried, the bags under his eyes gave way to his real disposition, and they worsened even as he begun to speak. His fur was almost standing on-end.

“Welcome to the MTT-Brand Burger Emporium, home of the Glamburger! Sparkle up your day!” The cashier cleared his throat in such a manner that it sounded like he was trying to fit a 'trademark symbol' in after the slogan. "How can I help you, O customer?"