[Wow, Sans really ruffled their feathers with this one.
They step unwisely, a wedge clicks, and something rushes at them, and they react with the same charming startle reaction they usually do: jesus fuck I'M GOING TO FIGHT IT. Except when you try to knife a bag of feathers, all that happens is an explosion of feathers.
And Chara stands in the hallway, feathers everywhere, and Chara shouts and throws a fist and hits the wall. It's very elegant and refined and cool and on purpose. Everyone is probably deeply impressed.]
[As a matter of fact, it seems every pair of slippers in Sans' room has been encased in a block of ice.
Also, someone stuck a bike lock through the closet handles to keep him from just asking for a new pair. Not something that's hard to Blaster right off or cut through, since it's not an especially durable one. But maybe he'll get lucky and guess the combination. Just a random little trio of numbers that don't really mean anything, just something the closet handed to Chara when they asked.
4/13, good morning (or probably afternoon)
They step unwisely, a wedge clicks, and something rushes at them, and they react with the same charming startle reaction they usually do: jesus fuck I'M GOING TO FIGHT IT. Except when you try to knife a bag of feathers, all that happens is an explosion of feathers.
And Chara stands in the hallway, feathers everywhere, and Chara shouts and throws a fist and hits the wall. It's very elegant and refined and cool and on purpose. Everyone is probably deeply impressed.]
[As a matter of fact, it seems every pair of slippers in Sans' room has been encased in a block of ice.
Also, someone stuck a bike lock through the closet handles to keep him from just asking for a new pair. Not something that's hard to Blaster right off or cut through, since it's not an especially durable one. But maybe he'll get lucky and guess the combination. Just a random little trio of numbers that don't really mean anything, just something the closet handed to Chara when they asked.
962.]