[Outside of Sans's room, wrapped in a big red bow, is an odd grabber thing. Whenever the skeleton returns to his room he'll find it leaning against the door. Attached to this strange device is a glamour shot of Mettaton's face and a note on the back that reads thus:
For those days when you just can't (or won't) get out of bed. With this you can still potentially feed yourself, which is a bonus for all of us, I assure you. Merry Christmas, Happy Gyftmas, and here's hoping the new year is good!
-MTT]
-MTT]
[Sans gets one of those full-body pillows you can hug to sleep, but instead of some scantily-clad anime character printed on it, the picture is a ketchup bottle. A small tag reads, "Merry ChristMax!"]
[They've been busy. Hard to think about him without thinking of the Extractor, of that low, patronizing tone and the way they'd flinched as though struck.
It wasn't really him.
But they have to make sure. Have to cancel out, that reality with the actual one, and sever those ties. Selfish desires and even more selfish wants. That's nothing new. If he's anything like them, maybe - he needs this too. Can't know for sure unless they talk to him.
So call it...paying back a debt.]
Pancakes. Kitchen.
Be there?
It wasn't really him.
But they have to make sure. Have to cancel out, that reality with the actual one, and sever those ties. Selfish desires and even more selfish wants. That's nothing new. If he's anything like them, maybe - he needs this too. Can't know for sure unless they talk to him.
So call it...paying back a debt.]
Pancakes. Kitchen.
Be there?
[Exhausted. He's exhausted. For all he knows, he's just been lying here for a few days, staring at the ceiling, not sleeping, not doing much of anything. Pretty much what's expected of a Sans, right?]
[His phone pings and he ignores it for a few minutes until 4 starts pawing at the blinking light. Then he doesn't have much choice.]
[Oh. It's Frisk.]
now?
[His phone pings and he ignores it for a few minutes until 4 starts pawing at the blinking light. Then he doesn't have much choice.]
[Oh. It's Frisk.]
now?
Don't take any of that to heart.
ha ha wait you don't have a heart right
ha ha wait you don't have a heart right
anyway uh
Yeah, I wasn't really. Thinkin too well back there. Sorry.
Yeah, I wasn't really. Thinkin too well back there. Sorry.
I get if you don't wanna talk anymore that's fine
but i didn't
it was stupid. rude.
but i didn't
it was stupid. rude.
[So things went as well as expected.
Zacharie had managed to survive, managed to switch bodies back to his normal one but everything was still glitching out, he was still crashing and the NPC couldn't rightly say where he was in Wonderland right now. He has his cat mask back on so that helped but otherwise he was still running high on too much Determination and if it didn't kill him---
Nope. 28. fast_text_skip. Don't think about this anymore. Still, a series of texts find their way onto Sans's phone and the sender is Zacharie. Just...don't expect anything to make a lick of sense.]
Zacharie had managed to survive, managed to switch bodies back to his normal one but everything was still glitching out, he was still crashing and the NPC couldn't rightly say where he was in Wonderland right now. He has his cat mask back on so that helped but otherwise he was still running high on too much Determination and if it didn't kill him---
Nope. 28. fast_text_skip. Don't think about this anymore. Still, a series of texts find their way onto Sans's phone and the sender is Zacharie. Just...don't expect anything to make a lick of sense.]
Event ended ended ended ended ended end on <> we are here.
Here here here here
I have run out of oxygen. Out out, no too much oxygen I can't breathe some͜ ͘c̢ut͝
Here here here here
I have run out of oxygen. Out out, no too much oxygen I can't breathe some͜ ͘c̢ut͝
[In retrospect, maybe it's a little too obvious, who this is from. They helped set up a party once. They had the date circled on the calendar. Before anything went wrong. Before they messed things up beyond the point of salvation.
That's okay, though. He doesn't have to know. Maybe, if they're lucky, he won't even ask. But Papyrus is gone, so the only other person who can remember is...
He gets a package outside his door. No one knocks, and no one texts him to alert him to the fact that it's there. It's clumsily wrapped in newspapers, but at least the ribbon is nice, a shiny gold thing taped to the top.
It's a book.
Maybe he's read it already.]
That's okay, though. He doesn't have to know. Maybe, if they're lucky, he won't even ask. But Papyrus is gone, so the only other person who can remember is...
He gets a package outside his door. No one knocks, and no one texts him to alert him to the fact that it's there. It's clumsily wrapped in newspapers, but at least the ribbon is nice, a shiny gold thing taped to the top.
It's a book.
Maybe he's read it already.]
[He doesn't find it until way later. He'd decided to just take the day for himself and essentially sleep the day away. Treat himself or whatever. It's evening when he finally steps out, thinking maybe he'll go quietly get a drink at the bar or something. And there it is.]
[Well, shit. Someone remembered.]
[He casts a wary glance up and down the hall in case this is leading up to some horrendously awkward surprise party or something, but there doesn't seem to be anyone or anything leaping out at him. Just an unassuming gift left at his door. All the same, he scoops it up and ducks back into his room before anything else can happen.]
[It is indeed pretty obvious who it's from. Alphys, Mettaton, Toriel and maybe Asgore are the only other people he can think of who might have remembered or cared, and all of them would have probably tried to go all out. And Chara wouldn't. He hasn't even seen them in months. So there's only really one person it could be.]
[It's damn thoughtful. Or maybe they just forced themselves to do it, because it's the "right thing to do" or whatever. Maybe their heart was pounding as they approached his door, terrified that he might notice and try to talk to them. He thinks he's been doing good at leaving them alone, letting them choose. And this...one way or another, was a choice they made on their own.]
[So that's something, at least.]
[He gives the bow to 4, who quickly becomes obsessed with the shiny thing, and opens the gift. And...]
[He's read a lot of Sagan's work, but not this one.]
[And he doesn't think he ever specifically mentioned that to Frisk. Doesn't think he ever even said the name Carl Sagan to them. Which means they simply...noticed. They noticed.]
[He feels a flicker of something he hasn't felt in months: hope.]
[Well, shit. Someone remembered.]
[He casts a wary glance up and down the hall in case this is leading up to some horrendously awkward surprise party or something, but there doesn't seem to be anyone or anything leaping out at him. Just an unassuming gift left at his door. All the same, he scoops it up and ducks back into his room before anything else can happen.]
[It is indeed pretty obvious who it's from. Alphys, Mettaton, Toriel and maybe Asgore are the only other people he can think of who might have remembered or cared, and all of them would have probably tried to go all out. And Chara wouldn't. He hasn't even seen them in months. So there's only really one person it could be.]
[It's damn thoughtful. Or maybe they just forced themselves to do it, because it's the "right thing to do" or whatever. Maybe their heart was pounding as they approached his door, terrified that he might notice and try to talk to them. He thinks he's been doing good at leaving them alone, letting them choose. And this...one way or another, was a choice they made on their own.]
[So that's something, at least.]
[He gives the bow to 4, who quickly becomes obsessed with the shiny thing, and opens the gift. And...]
[He's read a lot of Sagan's work, but not this one.]
[And he doesn't think he ever specifically mentioned that to Frisk. Doesn't think he ever even said the name Carl Sagan to them. Which means they simply...noticed. They noticed.]
[He feels a flicker of something he hasn't felt in months: hope.]
[Toriel sounds as if she was right in the middle of saying something, when the message starts playing.] Leave a message- oh! Oh, are you not actually there?
I am assuming that is what that beep means. Well, I suppose I can say it again- I ah... ran into Papyrus, earlier? And, I simply felt that you should know! That is all.
I am assuming that is what that beep means. Well, I suppose I can say it again- I ah... ran into Papyrus, earlier? And, I simply felt that you should know! That is all.
[Okay, a completely normal day in Wonderland! He's still getting used to this. He opens the door to his room and - oop, there's the kitchen. He closes the door and opens it again to see that it now leads to a staircase. Once more, he closes the door and opens it to reveal that he is now somehow on the roof of the mansion.
...okay he probably knows who's behind this. So. He sends a text.]
SANS!!!!!!! ARE YOU PRANKING ME FROM TIME AND SPACE AGAIN?!?!?!?!
...okay he probably knows who's behind this. So. He sends a text.]
SANS!!!!!!! ARE YOU PRANKING ME FROM TIME AND SPACE AGAIN?!?!?!?!
[It's been pretty harrowing, and Sans keeps waking up thinking it's all some kind of trick. But it's been a few days now, and he's managed to at least get used to it. His brother is here to stay--for awhile at least. And now of course an event kicks in. ]
no?
don't think so anyway
i figured i'd give you at least a week before unleashing the pranks
why what's up
no?
don't think so anyway
i figured i'd give you at least a week before unleashing the pranks
why what's up
[There's a present at his doorstep! A first aid kit, and a biiig fluffy pillow to nap on. Comes with a slice of Christmas cake and a note.]
Merry Christmas, Sans. Thank you for always being so nice to me.
Mikan Tsumiki.
Merry Christmas, Sans. Thank you for always being so nice to me.
Mikan Tsumiki.
[To match his gift for Papyrus (wouldn't want any talking skeletons to get jealous now), Sans is getting a new hoodie. It's a similar blue color to the one he already has, but when he turns it around he'll see it has a print of a skeletal spine crawling up the back.
A little on the nose, but so's Sans' sense of humor at times, so maybe this will fall under the same.
Merry Christmas. Hope it fits 'cause I dunno how skeletons measure sizes, is what the card with it says, signed with his name.]
A little on the nose, but so's Sans' sense of humor at times, so maybe this will fall under the same.
Merry Christmas. Hope it fits 'cause I dunno how skeletons measure sizes, is what the card with it says, signed with his name.]
[Sans absolutely loves it and almost busts a rib laughing when he finds it. He highly doubts Ryuji knows, but showing the whole spine like that is the tiniest bit risque--like the equivalent of wearing super tight pants. But that honestly just adds to how funny and clever it is.]
[Ryuji himself will find a present left by his door Christmas morning. It's a black wall hanging with a picture of a flaming skull on it. There's no card, but the package says from sans.]
[Ryuji himself will find a present left by his door Christmas morning. It's a black wall hanging with a picture of a flaming skull on it. There's no card, but the package says from sans.]
[From Undyne, there are two gifts. One is messily labeled on the poorly wrapped paper "Mystery Gyftery" and the other says "From Undyne". They're wrapped directly, not over a box, so it might be obvious what they are without even opening them yet.
The "Mystery Gyftery" one that is supposedly anonymous is a koi fish kigurumi. The one from Undyne is... a bazooka!?!
Upon closer inspection, the bazooka, though it appears real at first glance, only shoots giant marshmallows.]
The "Mystery Gyftery" one that is supposedly anonymous is a koi fish kigurumi. The one from Undyne is... a bazooka!?!
Upon closer inspection, the bazooka, though it appears real at first glance, only shoots giant marshmallows.]
[Woah, there's a present on Sans's doorstep! It's meticulously wrapped, complete with a big bow on top! Someone really worked hard to make sure that the present looks as perfect as possible.
Inside is...a little plush Papyrus. It's pretty clear that this is handmade, as there are a few mistakes here and there in the sewing, but those can be pretty easily overlooked. He's even in a little battle body and everything, just like old times!
There's also a note! It says... 'JUST IN CASE IF I EVER LEAVE AGAIN, HAVE THIS REPLICA OF YOURS TRULY SO YOU WON'T EVER FEEL ALONE!!! WITH LOVE, YOUR BROTHER.']
Inside is...a little plush Papyrus. It's pretty clear that this is handmade, as there are a few mistakes here and there in the sewing, but those can be pretty easily overlooked. He's even in a little battle body and everything, just like old times!
There's also a note! It says... 'JUST IN CASE IF I EVER LEAVE AGAIN, HAVE THIS REPLICA OF YOURS TRULY SO YOU WON'T EVER FEEL ALONE!!! WITH LOVE, YOUR BROTHER.']
[There’s a painting left on Sans’s doorstep, with a tag that says, ‘Merry Christmas! Sincerely, Turing’
The painting in question is totally white, with a bunch of binary written in blue paints. It’s print. Written in blue.
A blueprint.
…well, Turing thinks it’s funny!]
The painting in question is totally white, with a bunch of binary written in blue paints. It’s print. Written in blue.
A blueprint.
…well, Turing thinks it’s funny!]
Me + you + telescope = profit?
Im on the roof. ^_^
Im on the roof. ^_^
Action - Let's just backdate this to a day or two after the event
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2018-05-10 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Good god, that event was a MESS. Even despite his best efforts to protect his loved ones from the Indoctrination and the fallout from it, he can't help but feel like a total failure on his part. Even trying to stay optimistic about the whole event seems all but impossible. He...really couldn't protect anyone, could he? What kind of a king - no - what kind of a friend and brother can't protect the people he love?
He can't stay cooped up in his room with his thoughts, or else it'd continue to drive him crazy. He needs to just...be with someone. And. And also pet a cat. Petting a cat might help him feel better.
It's not long before Papyrus swings open his door and walks the two steps to Sans's door and gives it a couple of knocks.]
SANS, I...SIGH.
[Normally, it wouldn't feel so strange to ask for some company, especially when he's feeling down, but right now? It feels like such a stark turn from the way he carried himself throughout the past event. Right now, he's just kind of hoping that Sans can get the picture right away so he doesn't have to say anything else out in the open.]
He can't stay cooped up in his room with his thoughts, or else it'd continue to drive him crazy. He needs to just...be with someone. And. And also pet a cat. Petting a cat might help him feel better.
It's not long before Papyrus swings open his door and walks the two steps to Sans's door and gives it a couple of knocks.]
SANS, I...SIGH.
[Normally, it wouldn't feel so strange to ask for some company, especially when he's feeling down, but right now? It feels like such a stark turn from the way he carried himself throughout the past event. Right now, he's just kind of hoping that Sans can get the picture right away so he doesn't have to say anything else out in the open.]
[It didn't feel like enough time, even when he woke up. Which itself is odd, the idea that you have any sense of time while you're dead. It wasn't like that before, either--that first time. It was just darkness, and then waking up, and knowing time must have passed, because that's how it works.]
[He had to check a calendar and the network a few times to make sure. He's...early. A day early, give or take a few hours. It doesn't make any sense. He's never heard of people coming back early. He remembers that post that Frank made awhile ago, about someone coming back to life at the wrong time, but he never found out what the context was. He has no idea what this could mean. But it's something to think about, at least, something that isn't caves and screaming and bugs in his skull.]
[He's been lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling since he got back. Hasn't really moved. Doesn't move much at all until he hears a knock at the door.]
[Papyrus, of course. And he can't help the swell of relief, that Papyrus didn't just...disappear while he was gone. He'd been terrified that first time, too. Shot awake and started calling for him, chest tight like it was going to cave in.]
[He's gonna have to tell him, isn't he. Gonna have to actually say the words. Never mind that he's back early and what that could mean, this is...this isn't a secret he can keep.]
[He sits up and swings his legs off the bed.]
yeah, bro, i'm here. it's unlocked.
[He had to check a calendar and the network a few times to make sure. He's...early. A day early, give or take a few hours. It doesn't make any sense. He's never heard of people coming back early. He remembers that post that Frank made awhile ago, about someone coming back to life at the wrong time, but he never found out what the context was. He has no idea what this could mean. But it's something to think about, at least, something that isn't caves and screaming and bugs in his skull.]
[He's been lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling since he got back. Hasn't really moved. Doesn't move much at all until he hears a knock at the door.]
[Papyrus, of course. And he can't help the swell of relief, that Papyrus didn't just...disappear while he was gone. He'd been terrified that first time, too. Shot awake and started calling for him, chest tight like it was going to cave in.]
[He's gonna have to tell him, isn't he. Gonna have to actually say the words. Never mind that he's back early and what that could mean, this is...this isn't a secret he can keep.]
[He sits up and swings his legs off the bed.]
yeah, bro, i'm here. it's unlocked.
[At exactly midnight, Papyrus steps out of his room and slides over to the front of his brother's door, holding a nicely wrapped gift. He's practically giddy as he shifts from one foot to another quickly. He never really understood why Sans isn't as much of a fan of his own birthday. Why not?? It's a day completed to yourself, what could be better than that???
Ah, well. To each their own, he guesses. Well, even if his brother isn't a fan of his birthday, Papyrus is still going to make sure that he still enjoys his birthday as much as possible.
He raps on the door a few times in quick succession.]
BROTHER, IT'S ME!! OPEN UP!!!
Ah, well. To each their own, he guesses. Well, even if his brother isn't a fan of his birthday, Papyrus is still going to make sure that he still enjoys his birthday as much as possible.
He raps on the door a few times in quick succession.]
BROTHER, IT'S ME!! OPEN UP!!!
[He literally actually forgot this time. The first year there was another Papyrus around to remind him, and the second year he's pretty sure was mostly just hectic. He actually forgot this time, so he's asleep already when Papyrus rolls around. He comes awake at the knock, which also sends 4 bolting up and into a corner, where he starts grooming himself to prove he wasn't actually startled.]
mmngggffff, yeah.
[Maybe it's an event or something. It's...yeah, it's the weekend, right? He can't remember if there was an announcement recently. Either way, his brother's at the door, and it's not like he can just ignore him and fall back asleep. Much as he'd like to. So he drags himself upright and crosses to the door, blinking sleep out of his sockets.]
heeeey, bro. kinda late, huh?
[He spots the gift in Papyrus's hands and blinks slowly.]
oh. izzit that time again?
mmngggffff, yeah.
[Maybe it's an event or something. It's...yeah, it's the weekend, right? He can't remember if there was an announcement recently. Either way, his brother's at the door, and it's not like he can just ignore him and fall back asleep. Much as he'd like to. So he drags himself upright and crosses to the door, blinking sleep out of his sockets.]
heeeey, bro. kinda late, huh?
[He spots the gift in Papyrus's hands and blinks slowly.]
oh. izzit that time again?
[Sans does not do nervous energy. He barely does energy at all. Energy is a curse word.]
[In any case, if he did have nervous energy, he would have spent it all in cleaning up his room. As it is, he just sort of....moved things aside, vacuumed a bit and had Papyrus help him make his bed. Haha, bed. Yeah.]
[It's not a big deal. It's not like they haven't done this a bunch of times already. More publicly than this, even. It's just--it's just that tonight his mood is lining up with things, and it's chilly outside which means he's naturally inclined to seek warmth, and...just a sort of combination of things that means he keeps staring at his (made) bed like it's a stranger.]
[Whatever. It's fine. Not a big deal. Might not even happen. They're just gonna do snacks and booze and a movie. Another casual fun night with his--uh--]
[His--
[Boyfriend. Sweet fucking Christ. They need to invent a better, less corny-ass word.]
[Sans lets out a sort of bemused sigh and double-checks that his TV is set up right while he waits for Mettaton to arrive.]
[In any case, if he did have nervous energy, he would have spent it all in cleaning up his room. As it is, he just sort of....moved things aside, vacuumed a bit and had Papyrus help him make his bed. Haha, bed. Yeah.]
[It's not a big deal. It's not like they haven't done this a bunch of times already. More publicly than this, even. It's just--it's just that tonight his mood is lining up with things, and it's chilly outside which means he's naturally inclined to seek warmth, and...just a sort of combination of things that means he keeps staring at his (made) bed like it's a stranger.]
[Whatever. It's fine. Not a big deal. Might not even happen. They're just gonna do snacks and booze and a movie. Another casual fun night with his--uh--]
[His--
[Boyfriend. Sweet fucking Christ. They need to invent a better, less corny-ass word.]
[Sans lets out a sort of bemused sigh and double-checks that his TV is set up right while he waits for Mettaton to arrive.]
[He's not dressed to the nines, per se, but he's definitely styled his hair and put on some makeup and made sure he's as handsome as can be. Perhaps he's a bit more hopeful than he should be, but no matter how the night goes, he's making sure he's sexy as hell.. The sheerness and thinness of the shirt clings to his chest and shows off his form as he moves. He looks in the mirror, adjusts his clothes to make sure they are juuuuust right, and then walks out of his room... and right across the hall. Convenient! Exhilirating! Maybe a bit nervewracking!
He knows that Sans l-...loves him. He knows he feels the same for him. His soul flutters in its container at the thought as he knocks on the door, grinning rather foolishly. He brought a bottle wine, nothing terribly strong, but that nostalgic monster alcohol that they both like. He hears Sans moving around inside and attempts to steady himself.
Ok. Show time.]
Sans! Darling! Are you ready for our date?
He knows that Sans l-...loves him. He knows he feels the same for him. His soul flutters in its container at the thought as he knocks on the door, grinning rather foolishly. He brought a bottle wine, nothing terribly strong, but that nostalgic monster alcohol that they both like. He hears Sans moving around inside and attempts to steady himself.
Ok. Show time.]
Sans! Darling! Are you ready for our date?
I think we can fade to black after this one for some cuddles, yah?
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