[It's been a few weeks, and things have been... back to normal, somehow. Fresh wave of rude remarks about monsters in various websites and texts and calls, to go with the destruction and death, but no major punitive legislation has gone off. Nobody's summoned them all to the cave entrance to be ritual sacrifices in hopes of freeing the rest of the canyon. It's a peaceful morning, as Papyrus mixes up batter - the better to try in a new waffle iron he found around. But floating a couple inches makes the next attempt to stir go wide, and a spattering of batter goes across the counter.]
Oh my god, Sans??!
[His voice goes shrill with recognition, disbelief, and something along the lines of envy. He twists his neck to confirm that, yes, it's a sleepy-energized Sans cheerfully grinning at him.]
When did this start? Are you just getting back all our magic??
It's not exactly the same. [Very close though, it's true. It might have to do with how similar this kind of monster is, in some ways, to how Sans always was. Not every way, but some ways. But who cares about that?] Just woke up with it, figured I'd test it out.
[Manipulating gravity magic by waving his left hand is natural; he does so to lift Papyrus up a little higher. But maybe he can do it without? He lowers Papyrus almost but not quite to the ground. That motion is a little wobblier as he tries it without moving.]
[Very close, if Sans's old focus methods are even helping him as they used to. Papyrus's face picks up a little tired resignation as he tries and fails to float Sans up to the ceiling in retaliation - and even more as the wobble sets off a couple internal alerts, all trying to convince him to brace for impact since this must be freefall or something.]
Woke... up with it, huh? [He's joking partly to shake off his nerves at the wobble, but partly curious probing. Does Sans mean he woke up levitating random things in his room...?]
Yeah, for a little bit there I thought my room got haunted by another ghost. [So yes, Sans did apparently wake up to things floating around. Returning to his usual method of waving his hand around, Sans spins Papyrus fully upside down before righting him again and putting him back down.
Then he pulls the batter over to get a look at it.] What's for breakfast? [If it doesn't have battery acid or bolts in it Sans wants some too.]
[Papyrus tests his footing against the ground like he expects a fakeout and a sudden return to the air - or possibly ceiling. When neither of those things happens, he finishes dismissing all the alerts and focuses back on the batter.]
Waffles, obviously!! Toppings for every skeleton to decide for himself. [There's a decorative mason jar filled with things best not served on anyone else's food over to the side, along with a closed waffle maker.]
But! I happened to have, a very good find. Behold: [He flips the waffle maker open, revealing a skull design within.]
[Sans doesn't hide the glee on his face at the waffle maker. He puts the batter back so Papyrus can finish it.] This is great. I'm gonna put chocolate chips in the eyes. [Are there even chocolate chips?]
[Indeed there are chocolate chips, sealed away in another mason jar. At some point in the last couple weeks, Papyrus got a whole bunch of them to fill with various long-lasting food toppers - the better to make his culinary creations aesthetically pleasing. A reaction to being so bothered by the notion of food for the weeks prior.]
Just the eyes, huh? If you're going for eye lights... We should have whipped cream in the fridge!
[Papyrus would check to confirm it's still in there, but it's not likely Sans went on a 4am fridge spree, and besides - he's busy finishing the batter.]
[Oh, even better.] You've got the best ideas, bro. [Sans tugs the fridge open with his newly (re?)gained gravity magic. The whipped cream floats across the kitchen a few moments later. Once he's gotten the refrigerator closed and the whipped cream on a counter instead of floating around in the air, there's a pause where nothing seems to be happening.]
Huh, guess I still can't use it on myself. [He never has figured out how Papyrus managed that trick.]
Hey, I had to give it a shot just in case. [Wouldn't Papyrus? Though in Papyrus's case, that was something he could already do, but still. Sans hoists himself up onto an empty section of the counter by his ghost spider arms to prove that yes, he can kind of pretend to levitate. Only for a little while, though--Sans's physical strength is not particularly reliable.] I can lift stuff that I could pick up with my normal arms. Couldn't fake levitate for very long.
[Hoisting himself up onto a counter is a bit different from doing a handstand.]
So if you just exercise some more... [It's said in the tone of traditional pestering, rather than an actual suggestion. They both know Sans isn't about to start doing push-ups to lengthen his fake levitating prowess.
But in the meantime, the batter is about ready, and Papyrus hauls the waffle maker to where it can be plugged in and pre-heating.]
You'd have better luck waiting for me to learn to levitate. [Sans will never exercise more, he refuses. Instead, he'll grab that mason jar of chocolate chips to eat some while the waffles are being made. Pre-breakfast snack.]
[Waffle maker going, cooking spray acquired and being applied, a brief unsurprised scowl shot Sans's way for digging around in the chocolate...]
Which you probably can? Think about teleportation, and do the opposite of that! I don't know why it gave you so much difficulty. [It wasn't easy, by any stretch, but in this regard he's not going to play along with Sans's stories of being a lazy incompetent.] I mean, what you're doing now, is it blue magic again? It felt like it.
[Sans, mouth full of chocolate chips, pauses to float the mason jar around a little.] Pretty close. Not exactly the same. Like how I teleport here, real close but not quite.
[Maybe because the source has changed? Given how much glowing he did a few weeks ago it's safe to say he's pretty light-based now. That and quantum physics, which would explain how close some things feel.]
Gravity magic's gravity magic, I guess. Mostly.
[He tries directing it at himself again, but nothing happens.]
[Not for the first or last time, he misses his own magic. The things he's learning to do with electronics and machinery are cool, and if he can build advanced enough things he can start making outright workarounds for some of it... But sometimes his reflexes still trip him up. And being a robot (mostly) is heavy.]
Hey, was picking me up much strain??
[Maybe Sans could glide on his wings, levitating Papyrus along. Good for practice flights, once he gets the miniature rocket booster situation worked out! He finishes with the spray, grabs the batter bowl and starts ladling some in.]
It was easier than trying to pick you up with my arms would be. [Which is not very specific, since Sans hasn't been able to pick up Papyrus like that in years and years.] It's harder than when you were all skeleton, but it's not that bad. Probably'd be worse if you tried to fight it.
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Oh my god, Sans??!
[His voice goes shrill with recognition, disbelief, and something along the lines of envy. He twists his neck to confirm that, yes, it's a sleepy-energized Sans cheerfully grinning at him.]
When did this start? Are you just getting back all our magic??
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[Manipulating gravity magic by waving his left hand is natural; he does so to lift Papyrus up a little higher. But maybe he can do it without? He lowers Papyrus almost but not quite to the ground. That motion is a little wobblier as he tries it without moving.]
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Woke... up with it, huh? [He's joking partly to shake off his nerves at the wobble, but partly curious probing. Does Sans mean he woke up levitating random things in his room...?]
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Then he pulls the batter over to get a look at it.] What's for breakfast? [If it doesn't have battery acid or bolts in it Sans wants some too.]
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Waffles, obviously!! Toppings for every skeleton to decide for himself. [There's a decorative mason jar filled with things best not served on anyone else's food over to the side, along with a closed waffle maker.]
But! I happened to have, a very good find. Behold: [He flips the waffle maker open, revealing a skull design within.]
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Just the eyes, huh? If you're going for eye lights... We should have whipped cream in the fridge!
[Papyrus would check to confirm it's still in there, but it's not likely Sans went on a 4am fridge spree, and besides - he's busy finishing the batter.]
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Huh, guess I still can't use it on myself. [He never has figured out how Papyrus managed that trick.]
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Not to mention, ghost spider arms. I'm sure you could pretend to levitate, with those. [He hasn't been party to weight limit testing with them.]
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[Hoisting himself up onto a counter is a bit different from doing a handstand.]
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But in the meantime, the batter is about ready, and Papyrus hauls the waffle maker to where it can be plugged in and pre-heating.]
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Which you probably can? Think about teleportation, and do the opposite of that! I don't know why it gave you so much difficulty. [It wasn't easy, by any stretch, but in this regard he's not going to play along with Sans's stories of being a lazy incompetent.] I mean, what you're doing now, is it blue magic again? It felt like it.
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[Maybe because the source has changed? Given how much glowing he did a few weeks ago it's safe to say he's pretty light-based now. That and quantum physics, which would explain how close some things feel.]
Gravity magic's gravity magic, I guess. Mostly.
[He tries directing it at himself again, but nothing happens.]
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[Not for the first or last time, he misses his own magic. The things he's learning to do with electronics and machinery are cool, and if he can build advanced enough things he can start making outright workarounds for some of it... But sometimes his reflexes still trip him up. And being a robot (mostly) is heavy.]
Hey, was picking me up much strain??
[Maybe Sans could glide on his wings, levitating Papyrus along. Good for practice flights, once he gets the miniature rocket booster situation worked out! He finishes with the spray, grabs the batter bowl and starts ladling some in.]
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