[Someone has nailed an unbelievably shitty plastic skull to Sans' door. They wanted the real thing, but Papyrus is awfully hard to find, and this is what the closet gave them.
Underneath, a loving, politely-worded note.]
Stop messaging me, you unfunny sack of ketchup.
Underneath, a loving, politely-worded note.]
Stop messaging me, you unfunny sack of ketchup.
[No fanfare, he just cuts right to the point.]
so you say your familiar with that creepy little shit
you know the one
[Pause. Max wouldn't be happy to know that he's doing this. But he's not fond of tying himself into knots over someone else's moral stipulations, so why not just cut the knot and be done with it?]
how do you kill it
so you say your familiar with that creepy little shit
you know the one
[Pause. Max wouldn't be happy to know that he's doing this. But he's not fond of tying himself into knots over someone else's moral stipulations, so why not just cut the knot and be done with it?]
how do you kill it
[OOC: After this conversation, but that's pretty clear at this point!]
[She takes a while to compose this first text, trying to edge into the issue (at least more than some other people) without setting off major alarms yet.]
Hi Sans, it's Max.
I kind of had a fight with Chara.
I think they're pretty pissed at me...
[She takes a while to compose this first text, trying to edge into the issue (at least more than some other people) without setting off major alarms yet.]
Hi Sans, it's Max.
I kind of had a fight with Chara.
I think they're pretty pissed at me...
[This is fine. Things happened. A SOUL, or something that almost passes for one, got seen. But this is fine.
It takes a day to send this, because Chara spends the rest of that time calculating. Planning. Wracking their brain to remember advantages they can press. Preparing for outcomes. They don't want to say this. It's just a weapon for Sans to use to hurt them, and Chara doesn't like to hand out weapons.
Not unless it's blade-first.
But it's more risky to not address it, surely. It would be naive to hope he didn't notice it. Sans notices. That's what he does.]
I would like to talk.
It takes a day to send this, because Chara spends the rest of that time calculating. Planning. Wracking their brain to remember advantages they can press. Preparing for outcomes. They don't want to say this. It's just a weapon for Sans to use to hurt them, and Chara doesn't like to hand out weapons.
Not unless it's blade-first.
But it's more risky to not address it, surely. It would be naive to hope he didn't notice it. Sans notices. That's what he does.]
I would like to talk.
[He was expecting something like this. Frankly he was sort of expecting a note left stuck to his door with a knife, or maybe the promised 30,000 bees, something classic like that.]
in person? cause i'm starting to think we're better off avoiding each other.
in person? cause i'm starting to think we're better off avoiding each other.
4/09, a gift + handwritten note left outside Sans's door
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2016-04-10 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[They asked their closet for a bottle of ketchup. It's one of the nice ones, really fancy with a pretty bottle and everything. They tried a few times until they got the best-looking one they could.
Attached to it is a rather unwieldy note:]
Attached to it is a rather unwieldy note:]
[Mysteriously enough, someone (and I'm not naming any names, but it was probably Frisk) has taken the time to spread ketchup on a cookie sheet, freeze it, then slide this thin icy rectangle of 'chup under Sans' door.
It should be nice and melted by the time he gets to it, probably!]
[Honestly the frozen ketchup thing was pretty clever. He's mildly impressed.]
[In addition to the note are about twenty tiny paper cups filled with ketchup, all left right in front of the door, with no way to get past them without dumping them over. Or eating your way through. Sans has helpfully left a plate of cold french fries at the other end of ketchup path.]
4/11, stuck to his door with a knife (with a blue handprint on the handle)
fulllifeconsequences
- 2016-04-11 05:59 (UTC) - Expand4/11 late, stuck to their door, some tiny smashed circuitry taped to the note as well
punful
- 2016-04-11 21:19 (UTC) - Expand4/12, late, stuck to their door, along with a single duck toy
punful
- 2016-04-12 02:16 (UTC) - Expand4/13, late, taped to the door with a scrunched-up, damp paper cup
fulllifeconsequences
- 2016-04-13 21:48 (UTC) - Expand4/14, later, after much searching of his room; stuck to the door with more cat stickers
punful
- 2016-04-16 04:19 (UTC) - Expand4/15, Sweetly Naive of the Impending Zombie Apocalypse
fulllifeconsequences
- 2016-04-16 06:21 (UTC) - Expand
[She did, in fact, wheel a bunch of tiny box mettaton robots under the door that are now hiding under furniture, in the closet, ect. all of them are screaming in a very mettaton-like pitch. there are, in fact, only 20 of them, and will not stop making that noise unless destroyed or disabled.]
[The exclamation point is how you know It's On.]
[Sans is less wary of teleporting into Alphys's room than he is with Frisk and Chara, so that's exactly what he does, once he knows she's out. Then he replaces every single one of her anime DVDs with Animal Planet-style documentaries on assorted lizards throughout the world. Just the disks--the boxes are the same, so Alphys will have to actually open up every single one of her DVD cases to figure out what happened.]
[The disks are safe, of course, but they make a compelling hostage for now.]
4/12, late, stuck to a cat girl figurine left in front of alphys's door
punful
- 2016-04-13 02:17 (UTC) - Expand
[ it's placed strategically low on the door. yet....nothing has moved inside of sans' room. it's only a warning after all.
but a thin film of super glue is coated on any touchable surface. including every bottle of ketchup in Sans' room... ]
Edited 2016-04-12 02:27 (UTC)
[It took Sans quite awhile to get enough nail polish remover from the closet to get all this super glue off. He was almost considering just walking around with a ketchup bottle stuck to his hand for the rest of his life. There are worse fates.]
[The next time Papyrus leaves his room, he will find several strips of duct tape laid down sticky-side-up. And by "find" I of course mean he will definitely step on them.]
[The next time Papyrus leaves his room, he will find several strips of duct tape laid down sticky-side-up. And by "find" I of course mean he will definitely step on them.]
hey so
i kno its been kinda hectic since uh zombies and all
but i think u still have a bunch of my mew mew figs
and i want them back
so uh if the prank thing is over i wanna pick em up
(they better not be damaged)
i kno its been kinda hectic since uh zombies and all
but i think u still have a bunch of my mew mew figs
and i want them back
so uh if the prank thing is over i wanna pick em up
(they better not be damaged)
i don't think we gotta since we got the other one goin unless u got ideas
sciencelizard
- 2016-05-01 00:30 (UTC) - Expand* Watch over them, and protect them, will you not?
[Hey, so, Frisk's alive again. In case you didn't get the memo. Because. You know. Someone's listening. Someone's noticed a lack of knocks at Room 12's door. Someone heard him say he would try this time.
Someone's judging his every action.]
[Hey, so, Frisk's alive again. In case you didn't get the memo. Because. You know. Someone's listening. Someone's noticed a lack of knocks at Room 12's door. Someone heard him say he would try this time.
Someone's judging his every action.]
would you describe this temporal point as, perhaps, "bad"
fulllifeconsequences
- 2016-05-12 06:35 (UTC) - Expandjust give up. i did.
why even try?
why even try?
[Max left a little bundle outside Sans' door. There are no notes attached to it because... well, because it's Sans. Inside the bundle is a stack of Genosha bills (as far as she can remember how they look, anyway) in exactly the same amount that he had given her during the event. It's worthless in Wonderland of course, but she likes the symbolic gesture.
Also inside the bundle is a little model of a bus, a bunch of table napkins, and some packets of ketchup.
An odd little assortment, but she hopes he understands the implied "thank you" without her having to explain... because she won't.]
Also inside the bundle is a little model of a bus, a bunch of table napkins, and some packets of ketchup.
An odd little assortment, but she hopes he understands the implied "thank you" without her having to explain... because she won't.]
[This is the most surreal gift he's ever received and for about two full minutes he thinks maybe someone is just pranking him. But then he puts it all together and...well, okay. Maybe this is good. This is better than them not talking and Sans hating himself. He remembers thinking once the event was over that Max would probably be really mad at him about what happened during the event. No one wants to feel like they owe the person they're angry at.]
[He sets the bus and the Genoshan bills on top of his dresser. It's nice of her. He won't message her back--he doesn't have the right, but...]
[He does leave a card outside her door. The front has the words "Safe Travels!" and a picture of a kitten in a tiny sailboat. The inside of the card is blank.]
[He sets the bus and the Genoshan bills on top of his dresser. It's nice of her. He won't message her back--he doesn't have the right, but...]
[He does leave a card outside her door. The front has the words "Safe Travels!" and a picture of a kitten in a tiny sailboat. The inside of the card is blank.]
[* It's a photograph of a photograph.
A picture taken of a picture that Sans might recognize. Taken via someone's phone, and apparently printed up for this express purpose.
* don't forget.
On the back, there's a short message.]
I'm going to forget.
A picture taken of a picture that Sans might recognize. Taken via someone's phone, and apparently printed up for this express purpose.
* don't forget.
On the back, there's a short message.]
I'm going to forget.
[Yeah, well.]
[He expected this. This sort of thing has probably happened in a thousand timelines, every time he gives them a key. And if Chara was there tearing pages out of his notebook, Frisk was almost certainly there, too. His room wasn't broken into, it was quietly unlocked.]
[And you know what, this is fine. This is fine, in that level of serenity that comes with completely breaking down and actually surviving and actually feeling. Maybe. Slightly. A little bit. Better?]
thanks for not taking the actual drawing.
it's getting old. kinda fragile
also i think chara's still trying to translate that page they took
it's nothing important but wingdings is kinda headache-inducing
so if you could keep an eyesocket on them for me that'd be cool
there's nothing i can do that will help you remember, though
even if i wanted you to
sorry kid. it just doesn't work like that.
[He expected this. This sort of thing has probably happened in a thousand timelines, every time he gives them a key. And if Chara was there tearing pages out of his notebook, Frisk was almost certainly there, too. His room wasn't broken into, it was quietly unlocked.]
[And you know what, this is fine. This is fine, in that level of serenity that comes with completely breaking down and actually surviving and actually feeling. Maybe. Slightly. A little bit. Better?]
thanks for not taking the actual drawing.
it's getting old. kinda fragile
also i think chara's still trying to translate that page they took
it's nothing important but wingdings is kinda headache-inducing
so if you could keep an eyesocket on them for me that'd be cool
there's nothing i can do that will help you remember, though
even if i wanted you to
sorry kid. it just doesn't work like that.
[It is curious. This note never existed as of five minutes ago, and it has always never existed, but it seems to have inserted itself into one of his notebooks regardless.]
[And below it, in small, cramped text:]
goodbye.
[And below it, in small, cramped text:]
[They found a stack of cards written a long time ago. A month ago, they think. There's a post-it note stuck to the top, cheerfully proclaiming - "for Thanksgiving!"
They suppose they should hand them out. There's a...a twinge of something when they look at the topmost one. The one that should go to the bed beside them. The empty bed. Their SOUL starts to...ache.
They swallow. They swallow very, very hard. Screw their eyes shut, blink rapidly. Something's off. Something's different.
They feel...empty. Not empty like they have before.
Worse empty.
They have to make it go away. So they make it go away the only way they can think of. They hand the notes out. Maybe if they do that, it'll go away, and they can feel nothing again. Go back to feeling nothing at all.
So a card gets crammed under a lot of doors that day. Notes to lots of people. People they must've considered family. They don't care, though. They can't care. They won't believe they've suddenly started to care again.
It doesn't matter.
It's just to get rid of the feeling.
On the outside:]
[And within:]
"Dear Sans,
I'm glad I got to know you. I'm sorry for making you promise, cause I know you hate promises. And I'm sorry for making you surprised that one time I said we were family. I think we are though right? We tell each other things no one else does. So I think you're my family too.
Thanks for everything. And thank you for giving me another chance.
- Frisk! ♥"
They suppose they should hand them out. There's a...a twinge of something when they look at the topmost one. The one that should go to the bed beside them. The empty bed. Their SOUL starts to...ache.
They swallow. They swallow very, very hard. Screw their eyes shut, blink rapidly. Something's off. Something's different.
They feel...empty. Not empty like they have before.
Worse empty.
They have to make it go away. So they make it go away the only way they can think of. They hand the notes out. Maybe if they do that, it'll go away, and they can feel nothing again. Go back to feeling nothing at all.
So a card gets crammed under a lot of doors that day. Notes to lots of people. People they must've considered family. They don't care, though. They can't care. They won't believe they've suddenly started to care again.
It doesn't matter.
It's just to get rid of the feeling.
On the outside:]
[And within:]
"Dear Sans,
I'm glad I got to know you. I'm sorry for making you promise, cause I know you hate promises. And I'm sorry for making you surprised that one time I said we were family. I think we are though right? We tell each other things no one else does. So I think you're my family too.
Thanks for everything. And thank you for giving me another chance.
- Frisk! ♥"
Do you have Chara's bracelet?
I never picked it up after they gave it back.
I never picked it up after they gave it back.
[So, several things have occurred. Chara's cut the conversation off, because that leaves the phone free for things they're actually capable of. Can't speak, but they can type.]
Frisk is talking about the core again' they're going to erase themselves
I know you can't do this right now but you have to know
Frisk is talking about the core again' they're going to erase themselves
I know you can't do this right now but you have to know
[Someone texts him and Sans sees the name attached. He sighs because oh boy, here's Chara again, probably ready to tell him a lot of things he already knows. Amazing they even want to talk to him after he let both kids down so thoroughly in Quor'toth. He almost wants to just ignore it, but...]
[Sigh. He reads the text.]
[And sits up.]
wonderland's core?
do you know if they have a plan yet? do they have any way of getting across the mirrors?
[Sigh. He reads the text.]
[And sits up.]
wonderland's core?
do you know if they have a plan yet? do they have any way of getting across the mirrors?
[12/16, technically, it's probably past midnight i guess, text]
fulllifeconsequences
- 2016-12-16 04:39 (UTC) - Expand[There's no note. There's no indication of who it's from. If all goes well, he won't ever know who gave it to him. It took them a long time to make, long hours and days of knitting when they couldn't sleep or didn't want to sleep, but there was nothing else for them - nothing else they could do.
It's a scarf, carefully crafted from red cloth. He'll recognize it at once. It's the spitting image of the one Papyrus usually wears. They'd done their best to recreate it, down to the last stitch.
It's goodbye, plain and simple.
Thank you, Sans.
Good night.]
It's a scarf, carefully crafted from red cloth. He'll recognize it at once. It's the spitting image of the one Papyrus usually wears. They'd done their best to recreate it, down to the last stitch.
It's goodbye, plain and simple.
Thank you, Sans.
Good night.]
[...There's already a present outside his door. Chara had sort of... they'd equal parts hoped and dreaded that they might be able to linger around here long enough to see Frisk dropping something off.
Maybe they spent too long on whether they should even be giving something or not. He definitely wouldn't be putting in the effort to get them something. He probably wouldn't have the energy to, even if he wanted to. Not after the way things have gone lately. Not when everyone's exhausted and rattled over whether any of this is real or not and they still haven't been able to find Frisk.
Naughty children don't deserve Gyftmas presents, anyway.
* Nothing for you.
In the end, it's - ha ha, it's just too... too hard. They don't even wrap it. They just... dump a cat toy for 4 outside his door. It's a little bundle of feathers on a string, tied to the end of a plastic wand. They slapped one of those cheap sticky bows onto the stick and called it good enough. Didn't sign it. No "to" or "from." The less effort, the less it looks like anyone cares.]
Maybe they spent too long on whether they should even be giving something or not. He definitely wouldn't be putting in the effort to get them something. He probably wouldn't have the energy to, even if he wanted to. Not after the way things have gone lately. Not when everyone's exhausted and rattled over whether any of this is real or not and they still haven't been able to find Frisk.
Naughty children don't deserve Gyftmas presents, anyway.
* Nothing for you.
In the end, it's - ha ha, it's just too... too hard. They don't even wrap it. They just... dump a cat toy for 4 outside his door. It's a little bundle of feathers on a string, tied to the end of a plastic wand. They slapped one of those cheap sticky bows onto the stick and called it good enough. Didn't sign it. No "to" or "from." The less effort, the less it looks like anyone cares.]
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