I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton.

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[thegreatestestpapyrus-blog]

“Hmmm…well I guess that makes since. After all, these fish aren’t warriors like Undyne and myself. I suppose maybe spaghetti would be too strenuous for their little stomachs.”

      Disappointed, but pleased that any major accidents were avoided, Papyrus began to consider his options carefully. It seemed rude to expect the fish to serve the two skeletons when they had such limited movement abilities. The again, it felt twice as rude to judge the fishes abilities when he’d only just met them. They were probably perfectly good hosts. He just hadn’t given them enough of a chance yet.

“Alright! Let us return to the friend isle post-haste! As you said, it would be terrible to let them wait any longer!”

       Just about ready to start his march once more, Papyrus stopped mid step. His googly eyes making an appearance in response to the emotional turmoil of his most current dilemma. How…was he going to justify the suitcase now? Oh no. Think Papyrus. There are no windows to jump out of, so there would need to be massive amounts of cunning involved here. As lazy as Sans was, it was always a challenge to shake him off the trail when things got serious. 

“Um…actually….it has just occurred to me that we simply cannot start watching anything without some confetti! Yes!! How can anyone watch a Mettaton show or movie without having some confetti nearby?! As you said, however, we can’t leave our friends alone much longer, so why don’t you go meet up with them and stall them with some of your stellar jokes while I get the confetti?!”

       Trying very hard not to laugh, Papyrus kept his face as serious as possible. Or…should he have laughed? Either way, he was mostly serious about the necessity of the celebratory paper. Mettaton preferred it when people used glitter, but Papyrus was a skeleton that knew better than to use glitter anywhere other than on food and crafts.

[themediocresans-blog]

“whatever you say pap.. you know more about mettaton than i do.”

His own eye lighting up momentarily as he scanned his brothers feature in the dim lighting offered by the electronic section of the store, San’s found his pace all but halting as he picked out what he could only imagine were the eyes his brother made during unknown scenarios. Head shaking as he returned back to the dark, he turned away from his brother as he looked towards the opposite end of the store.

“i could get confetti if you want. you’re a lot better with new people after all.”

Skeletal smile all but reaching its peak in the dark, he could only imagine the look on his brothers face when the offer was raised to him. He had a hunch that papyrus wasn’t being completely honest with him about going to get confetti so they could watch television with the fish, but who was he to judge?

“i’m just pulling your leg pap. go get what you need, i’ll meet you at our new friends. don’t get lost, ok?”

[determinationful-blog]

Giggles in response, a small smile on their features.

“Uhm– I don’t really know my way around town that well.    It’s kinda frowned upon for kids to walk around on their    own, so I never got to explore. I know there’s some     sweets stores, though! Maybe we could go there?” 

[themediocresans-blog]

Fingers tapping lightly together as he listened to the child speak, his skeletal smile widened in to a much larger proportion as the idea formed in his head, nodding along before he finally spoke.

“sounds like a perfect plan. i am an adult after all, and i’m positive tori won’t have a bone to pick with us exploring around town for a bit. got a specific shop you wanna go to?”

[hatredawakened]

The bones’ appearance caused a spark of some sort, their eyes flashing towards them. But it quickly diminished after the realization that they just did not care anymore. Red eyes stared blankly into the cold blue flame of the other. 

     How…. funny. Did he still think he could intimidate them…? The corners of their mouth turned upward at the sight. 

How very funny. So funny in fact, now they were laughing. Laughing so hard, they couldn’t stop. A hollow and joyless laugh filled the silent still air, hurting their sides, hands clutching their stomach and falling back into the snow. The threat of an attack from the skeleton did not scare them. Though they could be brutally impaled at any second, it was so very hilarious. So hilarious he thought he could make a difference in the world they now controlled. So hilarious to see him still struggling. 

                  Yet… not hilarious at all.

Their childish laughter stopped abruptly as they lay looking up at the “sky”, avoiding his gaze. “I could kill you.” They stated mater-of-factly, seeming to ignore what he said. “But I don’t care to. I want-…” They smiled again, realizing they were finally giving him a mouthful in return for the hundreds of speeches he’d made them sit through.

     “We could stay like this forever…” Their arms folded behind their head, looking comfortable and relaxed. “The Child of Death and the Grim Reaper. It sounds like an interesting duo. Or of course you could kill me– since that’s what you want– and we can continue this… cliché. Or maybe… I can finish my job and destroy the world once more. Some appealing options… tempting… yet all so pointless in the end. Don’t you think?”

[themediocresans-blog]

“save the laughing for the jokes kid. i don’t go through all this material only for you to blow it off and laugh when i make the same old stand again.”

Left eye winking to the child as his movements swayed from side to side, the subtle movement in his jacket causing the bones behind him to come crashing down in to the snow, burring themselves almost completely in to the ground. This charade was beginning to grow tiring if sans was completely honest with himself. A hundred different paths in which he had watched his friends get slaughtered only added up to the stress on his skeletal shoulders more and more. Even when a wrench was thrown in to the usual “fun” like the scenario before him, San’s still found it impossible to go all out.

What’s the point. It’ll all get reset in the end.

Thoughts snapping back from his own personal drama as the child began delivering their own monologue, it was all Sans could do to keep his own, dry chuckle from escaping as well.

Was that what he sounded like every time?

“’c’mon kid. i think we both know at this point that neither of us will ever be happy hear. you’ll keep killing like the monster you are. i’ll keep getting in your way and being a nuisance no matter how much i don’t want to. so what’s the point in you wanting me here this time. i don’t want either of your silly little options, so why not just get this all out of the way now?”

[tfw4chan-deactivated20161111]

❥ ⦔ ⦗ The mention of such a place snagged their attention, eyes growing wide and hands deciding to close in into a tight fist. Shaking, trembling as physically possible for a ghost.⦘ 

                ❛   Home?That wretched place?      ❜

⦗While there was no clear ‘ha’ or crack of the lips into a grin, Chara’s eyes lit up with amusement at such an idea. There were two places the skeleton implied, but either of them were closed off, denying the child the chance even if they wanted to. How preposterous. How funny. They almost wanted to laugh. ⦘

                ❛   Unlikely.I am having quite a lot of                     FUN here anyway; whether I take                    the role of the player or the villain is                    no concern. And last I heard, I do not                    believe you make the RULES in this                    game.                                                    ❜

                                      ❛  Who is to say I will play by them?      ❜

[themediocresans-blog]

“i’ve never made the rules kid. i’ve only judged and enforced them. not really the perfect kind of job for a lazy bones like me, but somebody has to do it right?”

Lips cracking in to a large, skeletal smile, San’s found his left wrist flicking momentarily as a bone appeared before him, the skeleton balancing it delicately on the tip of his finger. Head bobbing in agreement at the odd blue aura surrounding his hand now, Sans quickly found the gesture stopping as he shot the child a questioning gaze.

“if you don’t wanna play by san’s rules, than why’d you even show up here kid. come to tell me how boo-tifull i’m looking today, or just say hi?”

[hatredawakened]

His words were almost humorous to them. Used to it. He had no idea. They had gotten used to it the first time. Now it was something comparable to taking out the trash; a chore they had tired of doing. They’d begun to feel 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 . Of course, there were moments like this when things would be momentarily entertaining. But to simply relish in the changes they’d brought about like some sort of false god… They’d be no better than Flowey. 

Calmly crouching down, they stared into the dust as if it would reveal some sort of answer. “Sans,”  Their eyebrows raised, remaining void of emotion as they continued, “You cannot possibly comprehend how many times I’ve killed. I haven’t regretted it. Not once.” As if to prove their point, they reached a hand into the ashes, picking it up like sand, and letting it fall through their fingers. 

“There is no longer any part of me that wants a happy ending. Unfortunately… that means the only thing left to do is to  ｄｅｓｔｒｏｙ it.“ The world had started to lose any meaning to the kid. They were unstable; no longer human, no longer able to see what they really desired. If they had to reset again, maybe they would refuse to bring it back at all.

[themediocresans-blog]

“why..”

Voice escaping as a soft whisper to himself, Sans winced ever so slightly at the sight of his brothers remains being played with by the very person who ended him. Left eye finally gazing up in a blur of blue, the calmness that had settled on his being was enough to set him back in to his usual motions. A hundred different times he’d had to seen this happen, and ninety nine he had been cursed with to get used to it.

Who knew. Maybe the hundred and first would be the time something changed

“trust me kid. when you’ve seen and judged as much as a guy like me has, you get a pretty good feeling in your bones about others. i think we both know i have a pretty good idea just how much you’ve done.”

Left hand waving in a motion as he allowed his cool gaze to settle on the child, the sudden appearance of several bones behind him something he doubted was unexpected from both of them. Hand returning back to the nest of his hoodie, the skeletons head shook from side to side in mild thought of just how many times the two had likely carried out the cliche, both in different times and different places. A small wink being offered to the child as the thoughts began to click together in his skull, Sans finally gave both the human and himself a nod before he began speaking.

“you know. it gets kinda old watching this same game over and over. watching a monster go through and clear out all my friends in the name of love. don’t you agree? maybe a change of pace is due. don’t you agree, pal?”

[thegreatestestpapyrus-blog]

“I believe that your judgement is sound! That TV will undoubtedly be fantastic for them!”

       Only slightly worn out by his mini marathon, Papyrus approached the chosen television and practically ripped it off its stand in one swift motion. Thankfully, the device had been turned off when the store closed, and it looks as though most of the wires hadn’t been connected properly to begin with. Any disaster that could have happened, was thus avoided completely by sheer luck. 

       The TV’s small size made it possible for Papyrus to easily tuck it under one arm without any problems and he let the loose wires drag onto the floor. They didn’t need to be connected to anything right now so he wasn’t really worried about them just yet.

“Alrighty then! Brother, I think now would be a good time to go back to the pasta I was making. We’ll need to put it in an oven if we want it to stay warm for the employees! Also, I’d like to make some more so that the fish can have something to snack on whilst they catch up on Mettaton’s shows.”

       The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea to make a pit stop at the whatever traveling section was closest. If he could convince Sans that they needed it to move things around, then he had a pretty good chance of sneaking some of his new aquatic friends out of the store and onto sweet sweet freedom. 

[themediocresans-blog]

“i’m pretty sure that’s what all those containers over there are for pap. fish have really special diets after all, right? i mean, have you ever seen undyne eat something other than spaghetti?” 

Fingers crossing unnoticeable in his hoodie pocket,  the smaller of the two skeletons hoped with a rather large part of his small being that his brother had never been around the fish warrior for any meal other than those associated with the duos training. tugging at his brothers cape, he leaned on the end of one of the isles momentarily in thought of just what he could say to avoid Papyrus making an even larger mess.

“i mean. these fish allowed us in to their house to bro. it’s kinda rude not to let them serve us, and for us to be bad guests and leave them alone, right?”

Nodding along to his own words, the skeletal smile only increased in size at the sheer logic of his own argument. While Sans doubted it would every truly work on any of the other monsters, he’d been around his brother long enough to hopefully know exactly what it would take to make him take a detour from any destructive path he was on. Giving one last firm tug, he returned his hands back to his hoodie pocket before speaking once more.

“so. you wanna keep our new friends waiting and go make pasta? or show them some quality mettaton created televised entertainment?”

[fri-sk]

The child didn’t know what to say, and so they opted for silence. Fingers sidling up to clutch and dig into the fabric of the sweater sleeve that had been pushed up to their shoulder, their eyes unconsciously continued to drift to the foreign blossoms of color along their arm up while goosebumps rose along their uncovered arm until the faintest catches of blue from the corner of their vision made them look up. They’re not surprised to see Sans shaking his head, it’s his expression that catches him off guard. It’s the way that he’d responded to what they’d told them and the words that followed it that had the gravity of the situation falling down upon them like a bag of cement.

This hadn’t been an accident, had it? Had those children have done more if they hadn’t said anything? Were there human adults out there meaning to do more? And for what purpose? Why would they hurt the people that supported monsters being here? Because they were different? Had people–monsters been hurt? Their chest gave a painful clench and their head ached at the inability to understand cruelty. Their hands opened and closed, almost rhythmically clenching over and over as if grabbing at some unforeseen solution that would answer or resolve each foreign question pushed to the surface.

Frisk pulled their legs up to their chest, nodding and watching Sans leave before wrapping their arms around their knees and burying their face into them. They curled into themselves in an attempt to make themselves look smaller small hands lifting and fingers fumbling to clutch tightly at their hair and sleeves; their lungs tightening even as they drew in dry heaves of breath that made their already tiny form wrack with the effort to contain it in the few moments that they were alone. They felt like they were suffocating.

Shivers wracked the small human’s form, their grip on their bruised arm quickly transitioning from soothing to painful at the way they gripped too harshly at their already tender skin while attempting to reign it back in. Sucking in deep and steadying breaths and willing away the telltale sting from their gaze in a hurry to get back under control, the child sat upright and pressed the heels of their palms against their eyes with an agitated puff of breath until they had their emotions back under wrap and could inhale without feeling like a shaking leaf. The child didn’t even think to be worried about themselves or their own wellbeing, no. They were frightened for everyone supporting the changes they’d brought with them.

Glancing up and looking much calmer than they felt upon realizing Sans was back, they accepted the ice-pack with grateful eyes before unfurling from their curled up position to place it on their arm and to scoot over to curl back up next to the skeleton to comfort themselves with a shake of the head.

“I didn’t think to, I didn’t know there was going to be a mark until I tried to put on my backpack to leave for the day. Everyone was almost gone by then.”

[themediocresans-blog]

“well. i doubt that’ll be gone completely over night. just be careful with it for now, don’t overuse that arm ok? you’re probably going to be bone tired after dealing with all this to. but that’s for later. let’s see what we can do now.”

Leaning back in to the couch with more exhaustion than a skeleton who spent all day doing nothing should likely have, the skeleton instinctively found his left arm gently curling around the humans shoulder in a protective manner. He’d taken great care when he sat back down to not aggravate the damage anymore than he already had, but the aggravation that had been caused by the simple sight of the injury would stick with Sans for quite some time.

Why the kid?

The thought stuck in his head longer than he’d ever admit, the lack of any speech and the blank stare escaping from him evidence enough that something was amiss with him. He’d always dreamed with his brother that the two would make it to the surface one day, and it was everything they hoped it would be. But every light cast its own shadow, [a fact the skeleton was always painfully aware of,] and yet he was fine bearing the usual pain. Yet when the innocents were dragged in to it, who wanted nothing more than to stay determined and spread peace, the skeleton found the old familiar surge of protectiveness flow threw him once more.

“honestly. i never thought i’d see this day kid. it’s kinda weird for me to sit here and try to decide how you could defend yourself the best. you’ve never had a bone to pick with anybody, you’ve always just talked your way out of it. it’s kinda funny in a way, right? going through an entire world of monsters peacefully only to have humans be the real ones..”

Snapping away from his thoughts in a moment, he gently removed his arm from around the human once more as he rose to his feet, arms returning to his hoodie pocket as his head tilted in thought. Pondering exactly how a monster who’s expertise was magic could teach a human the skills they would need, the skeletons gaze finally fell to Frisk before his lips parted in to his usual skeletal smile, a small twinkle of excitement visible in his eyes.

“that’s enough talk though. i know better than anybody kid, the past is the past and we can’t change it. so let’s get on fixing what we can. anything in particular you want to learn, and any place you think we can do it? i’d hate papyrus or undyne walking in on a little ‘training’ session of ours.”

[themediocresans-blog]

Starter Call!

I’ll be off to bed now, but if you want a starter when I do wake up, don’t hesitate to shoot me a Pm or message me on skype to plot, or go ahead and like this post if you’d like something random!

[themediocresans-blog]

maybe all they needed was… i dunno. some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends. 

                                                 but that’s ridiculous right?

[hatredawakened]

@themediocresans

Show no Mercy.  The thought filled Chara with determination.

From the time they awoke, it had been the same– an energy from the soul that had revived them. A malice, a desire for power and the unknown pushed them forward. To increase their LV, their HP, ATK, DF… and to eliminate the enemy– those are the things they truly desired. 

 Now…

They’d been through it countless times. Destroying, recreating, destroying again… It was almost sickening. The power they’d experienced was fleeting, only to be reset again, sometimes with no warning. It was actually tiring. They were tired. But the script demanded to be read, the characters all appearing once again as they always had. 

It was only after killing the taller skeleton that they truly desired an end to fulfilling the twisted desires pushing them onward. The life of a demon.. they knew it wasn’t a desirable role to fulfill. Perhaps it was the ghost of regret, perhaps it was simply them feeling sorry for themself– either way, Chara decided they were going to try something new.

The knife in their hands had dropped beside the pile of dust that once had been Papyrus. Just maybe he had been watching them… 

     “Sans.” They attempted calling out. It was softer than they’d intended; their voice rather reluctant to make noise, as they’d usually stayed silent.

[themediocresans-blog]

A hundred timelines.

A hundred different ways.

And it still hurt more every time.

“papyrus...”

What he knew had once been a stream of tears found itself being reduced to both eyes blinking back any stream. Sans could barely hear his own whisper from among the tree line from where he had been watching his brothers fight, the usual anger now replacing any sadness that had filled him at the death of his brother once more. He’d already begun to spin on his heel, to leave the scene where he’d watched his brother get slaughtered countless times, and continue watching the monster before him continue on it’s usual path.

And than the faint noise of his name being called snapped him to attention.

Spinning on his heel, away from the entrance to waterfall and facing where an innocent life had been stolen, Sans found the usual cold surge of his powers washing over him as he vanished from where he had been standing before, only to reappear where the fight had previously taken place. Head down as he avoided looking at the pile of ash, the blue flare in full affect was all that was offered to the human as his hands remained glued inside of his hoodie pocket.

“you’re getting pretty used to this by now, huh? it’s still kinda weird seeing a monster kill another monster if i’m being honest here. maybe you can change that up on the next run through?”

[fri-sk]

The relief that came with taking off the backpack was overwhelming. The child didn’t bother to hide the way they visibly sagged down into a more slumped posture once the extra weight of the bookbag was gone. Thankfulness flittered across their face before guilt took hold at being caught in their own lie and they ducked their head. Fingers curling over the tender patch of skin and ignoring the flare of pain it gave in protest at their action, they trailed after the skeleton with an expression that looked more like a puppy caught tearing up the newest pair of shoes than their usual content and calm demeanor after turning back to shut the door.

Finding no way to prolong their talk outside of their slow shuffle of a pace, spared a single glance back at their backpack before continuing further into the living room. They didn’t hesitate to take the offer to sit, ambling up and into place on the cushioned piece of furniture and drawing their legs up into a criss-cross position while the hand that’d been scrubbing at the surface wound moved to crumble up the fabric at the sleeve of their sweater with a slow nod. It was only after the phone was put away that they began to push up their sleeve to their shoulder.

The bruise started at their elbow and ended just at the very edge of the outside of their upper arm. The ring surrounding it showing where damage had been taken was a faint blue that transitioned off into indigo and purple hues the further inward before giving way to speckles of color close to their skin tone; hints at scratches leaving some areas lighter than others. The galaxy-esque image it made stood out starkly against their skin as one hand went back to nursing it with small massages and the other began to sign.

‘Today was show-and-tell. So I drew a picture of everyone. You know, Mom; you, Papyrus, Ton-Ton, Alphys, Undyne—my family! And I showed it to the class when it was my turn, and everything went well.’

They paused, fingers drumming gingerly around the skin not covered with the bruise as they looked down at their lap, brows pinching as they recalled the event.

‘But on my way to lunch three kids from class showed up. They said they recognized me from the news and one pushed me while they yelled about things I don’t understand. I hit my arm on one of the hallway corners hard. I don’t think they meant for that to happen, because the first two that showed up looked scared when I said how much it hurt.’

‘It really hurts.’

[themediocresans-blog]

“.. i don’t know exactly who did this. but we’re gonna have a problem next time i see them..”

Both eyes squinting at the sight of the multitude of colors stretching their way along the child’s arm, the skeleton found his teeth gritting as he fought back the major blue flash of anger accustomed with his left eye, instead suppressing it in to an almost eerie illumination of his enraged features.  Choosing to remain silent instead of cutting in, head nodding along to every detail the human told him, he found his head shaking in both annoyance and disappointment towards the world when Frisk finally finished.

“i feel.. bad having to say this kid. but a lot of humans aren’t as nice as you. or papyrus. i guess in someway they’re scared of a whole new race moving in with them, and in another they’re jealous you got to make friends with both sides.”

Hands removing themselves from the usual hoodie home as the skeleton spoke, Sans found his tone coming out slow and deliberate, taking in to account the truth behind his words not only in regards to the human but to himself ass well. More times than he’d ever care to admit to both the human and Toriel he had found himself on the angry end of a human’s actions and words. And yet he couldn’t begin to believe just how bad the smallest of the rag tag family had it in the real world, away from several sets of watchful eyes.

“wait here just one second, ok? we’re gonna need to start fixing that little disaster you have on your arm before we get on to anything else.”

Raising from the couch in one swift motion, Sans began the quick track around the house in to the kitchen, the skeleton grabbed one of the smaller bags he could find along the way before opening the freezer and removing some ice. Filling the bag halfway with the frozen remedy, the skeleton pondered only for a moment if the human had perhaps even felt the temperature raise several degrees after his departure from the living room. He’d been learning quickly that things tended to find themselves cooling when he lost control of his emotions, and if this scenario continued on as the skeleton imagined.

Well, he’d need to find frisk a coat.

Returning back in half the time it likely would have taken another, he took his seat next to the human once more and offered them the bag of ice, expressions betraying his normal calm demeanor as he couldn’t stop himself from worrying for Frisks safety.  A deep exhale finally coming out as he took a moment to compose himself, he looked back to the human once more before picking his words carefully and speaking.

“did you tell any of the teachers? or am i the first to see this? put some ice on that thing to. i’m gonna have a bad time trying to explain that to tori if she ever finds out, maybe it’ll get a little smaller if we’re lucky, huh?”

[thegreatestestpapyrus-blog]

“Naturally, a TV is of utmost importance for our new friends! Can you imagine how boring it must be without TV?! No! We will save them from their quality entertainmentless lives!”

       Coming up with a suitable pun for the occasion would have to wait a little while. There was a fine line between humoring his brother and enabling him, so Papyrus was determined to keep himself from doing the latter. With great power came great responsibility. Or something like that.

        Effortlessly, Papyrus picked up his brother and placed him right back on his shoulders, taking off in to a sprint the moment it seemed like Sans wouldn’t just fall right off. He held onto his brother’s ankles while he ran around the store, completely unsure of where to go, but fairly certain that he’d find it so long as he kept running. As always, it turned out to be a great idea.

“Ahh, a-ah-ha! W-we did it! How Great!”

   Huffing and puffing, he set Sans back down and wiped his skull with the back of his left gloved hand . He’d run past the Electronics section plenty of times, but it had taken about nineteen laps around the store for him to actually look in the right direction. Even in the dark, the impressive wall of plasma TV’s was pretty easy to recognize. 

[themediocresans-blog]

“seems like a good plan. what can go wrong.”

Grinning at the thought once more of what the crew would have to deal with when they came to open the store in the morning, the smaller of the two skeletons was snapped out of the thought by his sudden height increase, once more finding himself perched upon his brothers shoulders. Relaxing as much as he could as he suddenly found himself flying around the store at Papyrus speed, the smaller of the two opted to simply allow it and go along for the ride. After what had seemed like an eternity of running around the almost pitch black maze, Sans was finally relieved from his position atop the skeleton tower by Papyrus setting him down.

“of course you did it. you are pretty great after all.”

Hands returning to his hoodie pocket instead of the gripping on to his brothers costume, the skeletons eyes wandered around the electronics section as he attempted to think of which T.V would be the least hassle for the taller of the brothers to move. Finally deciding on one of the smaller flat screens conveniently separated from the rest, Sans nudged his brother with his shoulder before pointing to the electronic.

“i think that one will work perfectly. i’m sure the fish will love it.”

[cobwebsandmetal-deactivated2017]

Mettaton pondered for a moment it was obvious that he needed to get a replacement performer to continue the show.

“Well Sans I’ll need to get a new performer. The show must go on darling!” The robot looked at the other a smirk with a smirk. He saw a replacement right in front of his face.

[themediocresans-blog]

“that grin isn’t a good one. don’t get any wise ideas now.”

Any grin evaporating at the sight of the others, his face found itself forming in to a thin line of features as the gears ran in his mind of what exactly the robot was plotting. Head shaking in protest, his arms crossed across his chest as he took a step away from his seat.

“with that being said. i think i may need to leave. papyrus calling and all.”

[risingperseverance-deactivated2]

       “I’ll…have…whichever meal you recommend?” They nervously grinned at the other–Rise wasn’t exactly fluent in what the monsters ate down here, but…it must have been good, right?

     Did monsters even have taste buds?

       “Fries,” Rise uttered as the looked over at the skeleton. “I’ll have some fries, if they’re served here.”

[themediocresans-blog]

“of course grillby’s got fries. what else would people eat here.”

Head shaking from side to side in mock disgust of the humans question, the skeleton had already held up a second finger towards the owner of the establishment in gesture to double whatever order he’d already begun preparing. Hand gripping the bottom of the already loosened ketchup bottle as the fire monster set down two order of fries before them, he gestured once more towards the human as he raised his question.

“ketchup with your food? what kinda questions you got swirling around in your head for old sans to?”

[themediocresans-blog]

maybe all they needed was… i dunno. some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends. 

                                                 but that’s ridiculous right?

[themediocresans-blog]

Starter Call!

I’ll be off to bed now, but if you want a starter when I do wake up, don’t hesitate to shoot me a Pm or message me on skype to plot, or go ahead and like this post if you’d like something random!

[risingperseverance-deactivated2]

     “I’m here, I’m here,” they replied, tilting their head and raising their eyebrows once again. Something was most definitely up with this skeleton…or were they all like this? Regardless, Rise was confused.

     Confused, and ever-so intrigued to learn more.

       “You certainly know some, er, quick shortcuts,” they commented, arriving over at Grillby’s soon enough–so this was where he normally went on his lunch break. Good to know. “It’s fascinating.”

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“good. hate to have had to eat a skele-ton by myself.”

Shuffling forward in the snow once more as he pushed the doors to Grillby’s open, the skeleton found himself on the almost worn in path to his usual seat at the table top, sliding in as he gestured for the human to sit next to him. Left hand raising in a usual gesture for the owner to bring out his usual order, the Skeleton swiveled in his seat to face the human once more before he began speaking.

“yeah. whatever makes things easier, and shortcuts sure do that. never really thought it fascinating though. more so all an old dry bones like me can do. anyway. what do you want to order kid?”