spaghettimonster | We're Still Here

Yeah, that sounds about right. [Not quite true but basically true. Spiritually, or something.] Have you met other monsters, or just other people who aren't human?

[Nobody from the same place as them, right?]

Well, just other people who aren't human-human. [He heaves a disgruntled sigh.] After all that time I put into making posters... nobody even recognized Mettaton.

[What truer test for monsterhood could there be, really.]

Maybe they only want skeletons. [That probably has nothing to do with it. Actually, if everyone is from different worlds, it's a miracle--or something--that both of them are here at the same time, unless there really is a criteria for this sort of kidnapping.]

That makes sense to me! Who wouldn't? [Not to be incredibly biased, but he is pretty confident that skeleton monsters are the best monsters. He laughs briefly, but sobers as he admits:] Even if it's personally inconvenient, for us, being here.

Yeah, I'm still not feeling all this skin. [Except in the literal sense, which he also dislikes, given how sensitive it is to temperature.] But the stars are pretty cool.

[Sans does like those, even if it would be better if Toriel could see them, too.]

It's still one of the upsides. Even if the snow blocks it sometimes...

[He vaguely knew of that aspect of weather, the way dramatically rainy scenes had the skies fill up with clouds so complete they could have been softer rocks. But it's another thing to experience the changing weather and sky visibility.]

Well, I'm pretty sure it doesn't snow all the time on the surface. The season'll change eventually. [Actually, the whole snow thing happened pretty quickly. Sans isn't sure if that's normal or not. But there hadn't been any snow in October. Of course, that does require remaining here and time going forward long enough to get to another season.]

That's true. There wasn't any snow in October, I think!

[He remembers clearly that the air was warmer then, only "crisp" rather than outright cold. And other fragments of visuals... The grass had been mostly uncannily green, and some of the trees had been like the one in the Ruins - empty branches, surrounded by colorful leaves.]

Yeah, pretty sure it was fall then. [Sans knows the seasons only in an academic sense, though he draws the same connection to the Ruins when he thinks about it.] Which makes sense, 'cause that's when we dropped in.

[Heh.]

[Papyrus snickers at it, a quick nyeh heh that gets out before he can help it. But this one, at least, he doesn't feel the need to pointedly not laugh at. Positive reinforcement for non-skeleton puns.

He then pulls his attention back from the question of their arriving here, with its general anxious fog of figuring out all the how-to-human things, and focuses on the bones at hand. Literally, the bone he summons and balances on a fingertip. It feels different than bone on bone attack, but that's his magic, familiar as anything else from childhood.] ...Wow. I really missed this.

[Sans's grin definitely widens at that positive joke reinforcement. Making people laugh is fun, even if making them roll their eyes is fun too.]

Yeah, now if any more weird creatures show up I can put 'em on a roof or something. [That is probably not the best way to deal with them.]

[Papyrus nods along until halfway through the sentence, then recoils, baffled and annoyed. That's a terrible way to deal with them?!]

And give them the high ground? The benefits of a new gravity attack??? [You know, when they inevitably jump off the roof at their prey.] Oh my god, Sans, no.

[Is it time to go grab those toys and go over some theoretical battle scenarios? Because it seems like time for some very serious tactics discussions. With the aid of toys.]

Well I'm not gonna put 'em up there if I think they can just jump down. Maybe I'd go for a swimming pool or somethin' then. Or out in front of a car.

[Actually that last one sounds like it would be gross and messy and in general something Papyrus might disapprove of depending on specific circumstances. But it would probably let him get away.]

Not in front of my car, thank you! [It's not much of an improvement to trade Sans getting hurt for Papyrus getting hurt, after all. But also, please don't throw zombies or murder reindeer at his car.

The narration wasn't joking, either - Papyrus is outright heading into the house to grab some toys and other placeholder models. He calls out, as he heads in:] Maybe the HOA will let us install some spike traps! As modern art.

[Nooo, Sans doesn't want tactics discussion time. What if he just slides down off the stepladder back onto his side of the fence?]

Maybe they've got paperwork somewhere for it you can fill out.

[Sans better make that retreat fast, because Papyrus means business in retrieving these toys. He grabs some paper and a (time appropriate) pen while he's at it, to better write down some reminders for Sans to take home and post up himself... since sticky-notes aren't a thing yet.]

[Yeah, Sans is just... Going to... Go.

Bye, bro.]

We're Still Here - IC Inbox

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gonna go ahead and keep it ambiguous to continue

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figure mostly wrap-up to switch focus to library thread?

sounds good

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Sans: *Flee

*Sans ran away