[Oh god they got Papyrus in on it? That's...concerning. For one thing, Sans isn't sure he's okay with Papyrus hanging out with Chara, even though things have kind of settled back into normal calmness. And for another, holy shit, he's gone up against Papyrus in prank wars plenty of times over the years and he has lost every single time.]
[Also he is never going to forget the screaming of thousands of plastic birds.]
[Actually Sans had to look up what a duck actually was. He gets them confused with chickens. Anyway.]
[Chara might duck when then leave their room next but it won't actually matter, because the real danger is on the floor. If they step on a small, hidden wedge on the floor...]
[...an entire twenty-gallon bag full of colorful duck feathers will be catapulted right into their face.]
[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.
[The worst part is that Sans doesn't actually notice until he's plunking his feet down on blocks of ice. Skeletons don't technically feel temperatures, but sticking your bones on actual ice is kind of uncomfortable. After some time spent just mourning his slippers, and then moving the ice blocks to a bathtub to let them melt, Sans turns to the closet.]
[Well, he didn't bother trying to crack Alphys's password either, so he's not even going to try the bike lock. Though it does give him a weird feeling in the back of his skull. Sans just tosses a few bones at it until it breaks. Then he comes up with a game plan.]
[Since breaking into each other's room is no longer off the table, Sans decides to just go for it.]
[It's basically the same as with the cups of ketchup, except this time the entire floor is covered in cups of water. Cups of frozen water. It's just approximately six billion tiny cups of ice. You can't even really eat your way through this one.]
[Guess who kicked over a ton of those cups when they walked into the room? This kid. They just. Stand and stare. In silent awe. They are not paid near enough to deal with this. They are not paid at all, in fact.
They turn around and leave it for Frisk to clean up. Their "roomie of the year" trophy is bound to arrive at any moment.]
[Yep. Frisk. Definitely Frisk who's scared. What a baby. What a wimp. We are all laughing at them. Truly.
And speaking of Frisk! They are, in fact, stepping their game up. Hope you like herding cats, Sans, because Team Satan has unleashed several in your room, each wearing a little cape with a number on it.
There are four cats. However, said little capes are numbered 1, 2, 4, and 5. Good luck figuring out there's no number three.]
[He actually ends up staring at this note for awhile, just kind of studying it while the four cats wreck havoc around his room. Pssh, as if he's gonna herd any of them. They're just cats, they can do whatever they want. Sans figures he can just toss some canned fish out into the hall and that'll take care of it.]
[This note is just...odd. It's odd that Chara would mention it at all.]
[Maybe he'll avoid breaking into their room from now on. Creeping people out is for times when you're rendering judgment or threatening children in restaurants, not for prank wars.]
[Now as for that canned fish idea...]
[Sans finds 1, 2 and 5 easily enough, but 4 proves more elusive, hiding under his bed and hissing at him. Sans just leaves 4 there and looks around for 3. He spends about a half an hour trying to locate 3 before he realizes what the joke is. Heh. That's a good one. He pulled that one in college, only it was with Temmies and there were at least eleven of them.]
[So first, Sans has to get the cats out of his room. 1, 2 and 5 are easily lured by a tin of tuna, and from there, it's just a matter of gathering some of the other myriad felines in this weird mansion. Turns out that cats are very pliable when you wave a bunch of fish around. Once Sans has a good enough crowd, all he has to do is teleport them all into Chara and Frisk's room.]
[So now there are about 400 cats and kittens in their room, including 1, 2 and 5.]
[4, it seems, has decided to just stay under Sans's bed and Sans just doesn't have the energy to go get it, so apparently that's its home now.]
[Sans, you have no idea the critical hit you have struck. Chara comes home. Chara opens the door. The veritable apocatlypse comes pouring out.
Literally nothing else is accomplished that day. Nobody is watching, Chara has yarn and spare bandages to dangle and wave around playfully, and every single option in the ACT menu is, of course,
* Pet.
And pet. And pet. And pet. And pet. Using the last of your strength, you pet dramatically... the crowd goes wild!]
[Sans sees the note and assumes there must be a prank in his room, but after a couple hours of searching, he finds nothing. Huh. Wow. This must be a temporary ceasefire.]
[The cat that he has been calling 4 since that's the number it's still wearing has remained in his room and is currently watching him with glowing eyes from under his bed. It wasn't tempted out by the tuna, but at least it seems to have warmed up to Sans.]
[Not that he's complaining since it hasn't done anything but make noises at him and stare at him and sleep, but he's not sure how one takes care of a cat.]
[It's hard to focus on anything but cats when YOUR ROOM IS FULL OF THEM. Even with the door open, there are still a bunch hanging around, and Chara has spent much more time chasing their own yarnballs and untangling kittens and fussing and teasing until they get scratched because they're Chara, what else would they even do.]
[They did offer one more effort, though. They filled a bunch of extremely fragile-looking vases with canned tuna, then stuck them up on the highest shelf they could. If number 4 is sticking around, may as well make sure the little guy continues his pranking duties.]
[Sans had to actually look up what that word even was and then had to look up how it was pronounced (more of this French thing he guesses?) and holy shit. He has to pat himself on the back for punning so well that even he didn't know it was a pun. Good job, Sans.]
[Meanwhile 4 shatters every single one of those vases, because 4 is an ornery cat, and is also a cat.]
[Sans does a bit more research and then unleashes the follow-up prank.]
[Also he chucked several fistfuls of catnip through Chara's window.]
[Another day where Nothing Gets Done, because a catnip grenade has gone off, and all these cats are high as kites. Chara has never been drooled on so much in all their days.
Unfortunately, Wonderland has a habit of being... Wonderland. Before they can come up with a prank in return, Shit Gets Real.]
[It's not a Stay Alive, Sans, because Chara. But that last note was cute. 4 is cute. So it's. Uh. It's something.]
[No prank is a boon, honestly. They had spent days in the diner, surrounded by humans (and monsters they were not happy with but also had to Consciously Decide to not kill), with little to do and less to eat. Trying to coast along on little five-minute snatches of resting their eyes because they did not trust a single person in there enough to actually sleep.
They, frankly, really really needed almost a full week to sleep it off, restore their fried nerves, and just. Not be around people. Except Frisk, I guess. Because they live there too.]
[And that much probably shows in their response. No prank either, and they're right back to being sharp.]
[Sans has seen monster dust enough times that he's not fooled, but it's still mildly unsettling to see. He just sort of sighs, nudges it aside with his slipper and succeeds in getting flour all over his slippers. Well it's not the first time he's walked through powdery substances hahaha...]
[But whatever. Wonderland will clean it up on its own.]
[There's no answer. Seems the prank war is truly over.]
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4/12, late, stuck to their door, along with a single duck toy
Date: 2016-04-12 02:16 am (UTC)[Also he is never going to forget the screaming of thousands of plastic birds.]
[Actually Sans had to look up what a duck actually was. He gets them confused with chickens. Anyway.]
[Chara might duck when then leave their room next but it won't actually matter, because the real danger is on the floor. If they step on a small, hidden wedge on the floor...]
[...an entire twenty-gallon bag full of colorful duck feathers will be catapulted right into their face.]
4/13, good morning (or probably afternoon)
Date: 2016-04-12 07:20 pm (UTC)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.]
4/13, a bit later,
Date: 2016-04-13 02:30 am (UTC)[Well, he didn't bother trying to crack Alphys's password either, so he's not even going to try the bike lock. Though it does give him a weird feeling in the back of his skull. Sans just tosses a few bones at it until it breaks. Then he comes up with a game plan.]
[Since breaking into each other's room is no longer off the table, Sans decides to just go for it.]
[It's basically the same as with the cups of ketchup, except this time the entire floor is covered in cups of water. Cups of frozen water. It's just approximately six billion tiny cups of ice. You can't even really eat your way through this one.]
4/13, late, taped to the door with a scrunched-up, damp paper cup
Date: 2016-04-13 09:48 pm (UTC)They turn around and leave it for Frisk to clean up. Their "roomie of the year" trophy is bound to arrive at any moment.]
[Yep. Frisk. Definitely Frisk who's scared. What a baby. What a wimp. We are all laughing at them. Truly.
And speaking of Frisk! They are, in fact, stepping their game up. Hope you like herding cats, Sans, because Team Satan has unleashed several in your room, each wearing a little cape with a number on it.
There are four cats. However, said little capes are numbered 1, 2, 4, and 5. Good luck figuring out there's no number three.]
4/13, a bit later, stuck to the door with a cat sticker
Date: 2016-04-14 01:54 am (UTC)[This note is just...odd. It's odd that Chara would mention it at all.]
[Maybe he'll avoid breaking into their room from now on. Creeping people out is for times when you're rendering judgment or threatening children in restaurants, not for prank wars.]
[Now as for that canned fish idea...]
[Sans finds 1, 2 and 5 easily enough, but 4 proves more elusive, hiding under his bed and hissing at him. Sans just leaves 4 there and looks around for 3. He spends about a half an hour trying to locate 3 before he realizes what the joke is. Heh. That's a good one. He pulled that one in college, only it was with Temmies and there were at least eleven of them.]
[So first, Sans has to get the cats out of his room. 1, 2 and 5 are easily lured by a tin of tuna, and from there, it's just a matter of gathering some of the other myriad felines in this weird mansion. Turns out that cats are very pliable when you wave a bunch of fish around. Once Sans has a good enough crowd, all he has to do is teleport them all into Chara and Frisk's room.]
[So now there are about 400 cats and kittens in their room, including 1, 2 and 5.]
[4, it seems, has decided to just stay under Sans's bed and Sans just doesn't have the energy to go get it, so apparently that's its home now.]
4/14, This Isn't Even A Prank
Date: 2016-04-15 11:30 pm (UTC)Literally nothing else is accomplished that day. Nobody is watching, Chara has yarn and spare bandages to dangle and wave around playfully, and every single option in the ACT menu is, of course,
* Pet.
And pet. And pet. And pet. And pet. Using the last of your strength, you pet dramatically... the crowd goes wild!]
4/14, later, after much searching of his room; stuck to the door with more cat stickers
Date: 2016-04-16 04:19 am (UTC)[The cat that he has been calling 4 since that's the number it's still wearing has remained in his room and is currently watching him with glowing eyes from under his bed. It wasn't tempted out by the tuna, but at least it seems to have warmed up to Sans.]
[Not that he's complaining since it hasn't done anything but make noises at him and stare at him and sleep, but he's not sure how one takes care of a cat.]
4/15, Sweetly Naive of the Impending Zombie Apocalypse
Date: 2016-04-16 06:21 am (UTC)[They did offer one more effort, though. They filled a bunch of extremely fragile-looking vases with canned tuna, then stuck them up on the highest shelf they could. If number 4 is sticking around, may as well make sure the little guy continues his pranking duties.]
4/15, later, with a sealed baggie filled with broken vase pieces (not sharp ones)
Date: 2016-04-16 07:48 am (UTC)[Meanwhile 4 shatters every single one of those vases, because 4 is an ornery cat, and is also a cat.]
[Sans does a bit more research and then unleashes the follow-up prank.]
[Also he chucked several fistfuls of catnip through Chara's window.]
4/16, hastily taped up as they pass
Date: 2016-04-16 05:39 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, Wonderland has a habit of being... Wonderland. Before they can come up with a prank in return, Shit Gets Real.]
[It's not a Stay Alive, Sans, because Chara. But that last note was cute. 4 is cute. So it's. Uh. It's something.]
4/24, late, stuck to the door knob
Date: 2016-04-25 02:47 am (UTC)[No prank yet since he forgot and also he's not sure if that's continuing.]
4/25, late morning, they literally nailed this to the door
Date: 2016-04-25 04:45 pm (UTC)They, frankly, really really needed almost a full week to sleep it off, restore their fried nerves, and just. Not be around people. Except Frisk, I guess. Because they live there too.]
[And that much probably shows in their response. No prank either, and they're right back to being sharp.]
4/25, night
Date: 2016-04-26 02:41 am (UTC)[Oh yeah real friendly. They're great friends. BFFs. Man, that's hilarious.]
4/26, bright and early
Date: 2016-04-26 05:22 pm (UTC)[Don't look now but I think somebody's salty]
4/26, night
Date: 2016-04-27 06:06 am (UTC)[He will literally bet money that Chara is going to "de-face" this note the moment they see it.]
4/26, almost immediately
Date: 2016-04-27 06:32 am (UTC)4/26, shortly thereafter
Date: 2016-04-27 06:40 am (UTC)[There's no answering post-it note, but there is a small pile of ashes left in front of their door.]
4/26, RIP prank war
Date: 2016-04-27 06:44 am (UTC)There's a small pile of dust left in front of his door. May as well return the favour.
It's just flour. They never thought to keep Undyne's dust during That Fun and Wonderful Emotion Event. But how could they resist?]
4/26 a flight of angels sing thee to thy rest
Date: 2016-04-27 07:17 am (UTC)[But whatever. Wonderland will clean it up on its own.]
[There's no answer. Seems the prank war is truly over.]