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#[ OOC ] #[ Promo ] #[ send to the void ] #>> also this since it's been a long time-- <<

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❝ DARK, DARKER, YET DARKER… ❞

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                                                  ❝ …THE DARKNESS KEEPS   G R O W I N G ❞

#[ OOC ] #[ Promo ] #>> gently places this here <<

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*Say if I, or Frisk, put a hand into your eyesocket, what would happen? Just curious.

#* And that wouldn't be very handy for you now would it? #smellslikebuttspie #[ opened letters;; ] #>>chara run while you still can #he doesn't trust ur intentions #also thIS PUN WAS TERRIBLE I HAD TO DO I T<<

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>> here take a sketch while I'm in church

#mun art #the face in the mirror;; #>> I can't RP 'cause I'm on mobile so I figured I'd doodle instead <<

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This might be the calmest tune I’ve heard from this game

Composed by toby fox

Arranged by me

#[ music box;; ]

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      It was almost too quiet, too still. By now, there was usually at least some form of activity. But today, nothing.

      He wasn’t sure if this was a blessing, or if he should be on edge.

#torn notebook;;

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      “Heh, well, I guess you could say I was, uh, one of the few bone this way then.”

      Though Sans’ expression remained the same, he was slightly suspicious of the other’s behavior just now. Why was he looking around like that? Was he just suspicious over nothing? No matter, the worry on the taller one’s face seemed to have lifted after a moment.

      Sans relaxed somewhat, only to have the next question bring him slightly back on edge.

      “Thing in my chest?”

      Did... did he actually see his soul? That shouldn’t be possible, at least, not unless it was intentionally shown.

      “I don’t mean to rib you the wrong way on our first meeting, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

      He was extremely curious as to just how he saw his soul, but for now, Sans felt it best to change the subject, and quickly. “So, who are you? And, more importantly, you’re human, right?”

      The moment he’d laid eyes on what he assumed to be human, he felt something was rather off about them. Perhaps it was the fact that they were covered in moldsmal. That could be it.

      Or maybe it was the fact that all the snow around them was completely melted.

      Either way, the skeleton was very careful not to make his presence known until he’d had enough time to study the strangely dressed person. From what he saw so far, they seemed… friendly enough. The moldsmal had taken a liking to them at the very least. Moldsmal weren’t exactly known for their intelligence, however…

      He’d simply be sure to remain cautious until he was absolutely sure they were relatively harmless.

      “What?” He feigned looking himself over before shrugging.

      “You never seen an actual skeleton in the flesh before or somethin’?”

      Although he was joking about the question, he wasn’t completely sure what they were referring to. He hoped they’d take this as a clue to elaborate further.

#hankthecheeseangel #[ roleplay ] #[ verse: neutral ] #magic *wiggles fingers*

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Puns are all I brought this night… I hope i had wrote well “ humerus”

#the face in the mirror;; #greatest bro;;

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nightmare

#the face in the mirror;; #man who speaks in hands;;

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      One would think he’d grow completely numb to it at this point. Numb to and after all the RESETs that swept through, giving the anomaly a new canvas to paint either the Underground’s salvation or destruction.

      (Although, time had proven the anomaly nearly always ended up killing at least one person close to him, as if they were seeing if the results would be different this time around. Seemed that MERCY for all was too much to ask for again.)

      Most of the time, Sans quite easily pushed whatever emotions or thoughts he had regarding the RESETs and deaths out of is mind. Maintain a cool composer. Won’t allow it to really get under his skin. Be numb to anything and everything thrown at him.

                    Oh, but if he was honest                               somehow, they still managed                                                     to really bother him at times.

#torn notebook;;

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The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

#[ musings;; ]

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“Why didn’t you tell me?”

concerned meme || accepting!

      A shrug, and then a laugh vaguely laced with something akin to bitterness. He considered telling a joke to lighten the atmosphere, get them off this horrible topic, anything to rid him of the crushing, almost guilty feeling currently pressing against his chest. But no; Gaster already knew this much now, after all. The damage was already done.

      Absentmindedly, he tugged at the strings of his jacket to give himself something else to focus on however briefly. Well... there was a multitude of reasons he didn’t tell, if Sans was honest with himself. It caused too much pain, both for him and the one with the misfortune of knowing. It made him feel helpless, weak. It made him feel pitied.

        Above all else though, trumping any other reason he had, what was the point of telling, if no one would remember in the end anyway...?

      But he couldn’t tell him that. The words got stuck in his throat when he tried. Instead, he opted for another reason, one less painful.

      “....I just, uh, didn’t need anyone rattling their bones worrying about me. Least of all you or Paps.”

#wdgxster #[ opened letters;; ] #>> aaaaaa I hope this is okay--! qVq <<

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    concerned meme

“ are you okay? ”

“ you don’t look so good ”

“ sit down, you look faint ”

“ have you eaten today? ”

“ please, just rest for a minute please ”

“ i’m worried about you ”

“ what the hell happened? ”

“ did someone do this to you? ”

“ what’s wrong? ”

“ how long has this been going on? ”

“ why didn’t you tell me? ”

“ i can’t not care about you ”

“ don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine ”

#[ letters for the mailbox ]

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“Welp.”

#the face in the mirror;;

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ohh you touch my tra la la, my ding ding dong

      “Sounds to me like someone wants to bone.”

#sorry pal but I'm already taken with my bed #[ opened letters;; ] #anonymous #>> joey I stg <<

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From the venting stream.

#the face in the mirror;;

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      Sans struggled to hold back an exasperated groan, only half succeeding, ending up with a strangled sort of noise escaping him. Where did that kid think he was going?

      “Yeah, run off ya coward,” the shorter skeleton grumbled to himself. Unfortunately Papyrus didn’t miss what he said, and was quick to scowl at his older brother.

      “SANS! THAT ISN’T ANY WAY TO TREAT THE HUMAN! HE WOULDN’T HAVE RUN AWAY IF YOU HADN’T LOOKED SO SCARY AT HIM!”

      Sans didn’t argue back. He was too stressed and tired to. Papyrus took this as his cue to continue, hands on his hips in what he thought was an authoritative look.

      “GO AFTER HIM AND APOLOGIZE,” the taller skeleton said, pointing after the ever-smaller form of Ace.

      “...Fine, sure, I’ll go after him. But I’m only going after ‘im because he stole my second favorite jacket.”

      In actuality, he was going after him because what little trust he held was completely gone now. If Ace ended up hurting any other monsters, Sans wanted to know about it. He couldn’t tell this to Papyrus though; no, he could never bring himself to do that.

      Trying to ignore the chastisement still being thrown his way (something about ‘setting priorities straight’ or something along those lines’), Sans turned and waded through the snow after Ace, scowling all the while.

      In an instant, Sans stood between Ace and Papyrus, left eye flashing blue and yellow as his powers went into overdrive. He struggled to keep them down, not wanting to risk hurting Papyrus by unleashing an attack now when he only wanted to protect him. From the looks of it, the kid was currently in the middle of some sort of breakdown, but Sans honestly couldn’t care less. He’d had a chance at something different; fate had laid different cards for this run, and what had he done? Let his little brother get hurt.

      “What kind of  s h i t  are you tryn’a pull here, kid?”

      Papyrus, although slightly wary, tried his best to ignore his brother’s anger and walk past him, towards Ace, but Sans moved in his way. Fat chance of him risking that again. With a heavy sigh, Papyrus smiled sheepishly at the panicking Italian, trying not to panic himself. His voice was still loud as he spoke, but much quieter than before.

      “I– THE GREAT PAPYRUS APOLOGIZES, HUMAN, I DIDN’T MEAN TO… TO SCARE YOU!”

      “Pap. Papyrus. He hurt you. Just let me take care of him and go home.”

      The taller skeleton’s face scrunched up, hands on his hips as offence practically radiated off of his form. “IT DIDN’T HURT MUCH AT ALL, HONEST! IT TAKES MORE THAN THAT TO DAMAGE ME!” He pointed at Ace, “AND HE LOOKS MORE HURT THAN I DO, BROTHER.”

      “Didn’t hurt much means it still did hurt.”

Even still, Papyrus did have a point, Sans had to admit, however reluctant. He stuffed his fists into his jacket pockets, still tense but standing down for now.

      “Hey, kid, you’re fine. We ain’t gonna hurt you.”

#technicallyadeadman #[ roleplay ] #[ verse: main ] #>> SORRY FOR BEING LATE <<