Just Think of Blue Stop Signs

[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.

From:

rosswood

[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

From:

[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...

From:

Soooo

From:

buildmeup

Knock Knock.

From:

[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.

From:

[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:]

From:

[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!]

From:

sciencelizard

[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.]

From:

everyonecanbekind

[ 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 Date: 2016-04-12 02:27 am (UTC)

From:

sciencelizard

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)

From:

* 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.]

From:

Sand

25th

[That's it. That's the text.]

From:

0nemoretime

just give up. i did.

why even try?

From:

[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.]

From:

Sans.

Do you remember that promise we made?

From:

[* 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.

From:

battlefront

From:

unvoid

[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.

From:

Sooooo..

awkward

From:

[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! ♥"

From:

Do you have Chara's bracelet?

I never picked it up after they gave it back.

From:

[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

From:

[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.]

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