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flowersofthedead​:

For what it’s worth, at least the king was honest was about his own misgivings, Like being bad with names or apparently directions. He couldn’t help a smile at the pun, At least sans got a laugh out of it! Though he did shiver at the thought of going into snowdin like this.

“While i’d love to sea snowdin again, I’m afraid like this i would very quickly become a ice sculpture, I’d appreciate a guide back towards hotland. Lest i spend another couple of hours lost again…or end up in temmie village again. They are nice creatures certainly but a little odd.”

             Honesty was something the skeleton preferred. Figuring out what someone meant behind their surface statements was... well-- effort. He’d much rather spent time in the presence of someone who wasn’t as work intensive in conversation. Plus, it made for a pleasant air to the interaction. So sure-- he’d gladly spend a bit of time with the big guy. 

            “Lucky fer ya, know that route like the back of my metacarpals.” He usually took shortcuts, sure, but he did know the original route. A chuckle accompanying the sound of slippers against the moist floor as he started in the direction. “Won’t take nearly that long this time. Though, ye did go pretty downstream n’term of where ye ended up. This station ain’t far from Snowdin after all.” It’s probably good that he ran into him when he did. “Though is understandable ye got turned round near the Temmie Village. That region gets real dark n’all.” 

[osseusiocus]

I BET YA’LL THOUGHT YE SEEN THE LAST O’ ME--  College just made me busy is all. Working on thesis things and all that. It takes up the majority of my time, but I’m stiLL KICKING-- I’m still around, and meaning to get back on here. I honestly need a bit of an outlet from college. I’ll probably do some cleaning of drafts at some point for the sake of starting new stuff (since like... my drafts are full of old threads atm akdsfjasdf).  As always best place to reach me is on Discord. Which is open to mutuals (Just dm me! 💙 ) I also am over on twitter now! (18+ only) On an art account. I draw Undertale stuff! and monster stuff. So all good stuffs. 

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Cont from (x) w/ @flowersofthedead​

          -- Just how in the--?               A breath was drawn into lungs he didn’t have, and let out slowly through teeth formed into a smile of endearment. Corner pulled just a bit higher in amusement, as a hint of a chuckle followed. Well, guess it had been a little while since he’d last come through here. 

          “Well, guess it’s good to go with the flow some days. Although... maybe not when it gets ya soaked down ta the bone like that.” A brief shake of the skull, as he walked around the side of his stand. “Want me ta lead ya in the direction of Hotland? Would just invite ye ta Snowdin, but you’ll definitely catch a cold there as ye are.” 

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“ Look at that lil shits grin. “

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Grillby holds up a piece of paper that says 'How can you tell when it's time to give up on a bet?' Once looked away from the paper, Sans would see Grillby holding a steak... Too high? Get it? Look, they're trying their best.

             Ohhhhh that setup already had him chuckling.              “Its rare that I see ya get into betting, Grillbs. Didn’t know chew were inta that kinda stuff. Though, think that might be a miss-steak ta give up so soon.” He was having a little to much fun.

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efflorescencearcana‌:

“Tuna salad falls under it being cold! Besides, there’s no such thing as a hot salad bar… …..I-Is there???”

             “Not entirely! Hot tuna salad sandwiches are quite common, and people do eat it plain dat way as well.” Weirdos, maybe, but it was a thing. “Typically de term ‘salad bar’ is used loosely in supermarkets to include the hot food as well. Whether the actual food in it is indeed a salad is up for debate.” 

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gaymusecollection replied to your post: Hey sans. Is cereal soup?             “I see ye...

Erika: u…. u need lettuce for a salad… and it’s gotta be cold…….. sans……..

           “Then what are hot salad bars for?              Not to mention-- where does that leave Tuna salad?”               He’s asking the real questions. 

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magik-margo‌:

“ HOW THE FUCK

IS SPAGHETTI A SALAD? “

            “We got pasta salads already. The sauce is just the dressin s’all.” The gremlin has  actually thought about this. 

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Hey sans. Is cereal soup?

            “I see ye are a cultured individual.                 -- and yes, it is.                The true question is if Spaghetti is a salad.” 

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havin-a-great-time‌:

“don’t take too much stock into it, we’re jus’ trying to have a good time.”

“Eh, let em stew over it. Why broth-er, right?” 

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magik-margo‌:

“ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ.“

           “I soup-pose I could be... but what fun would dat be?” 

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            “Canned a fella shop n’peace?” 

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magik-margo‌:

ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟꜱ. 

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ, ᴄʀɪᴍ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙʀɪᴇꜰʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ? ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀɴꜱ; ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄʀɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀᴋ. ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱɪᴅᴇ.  

            “ɴᴏ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ..ɪ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɪꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ–ɴᴏ. ɴᴏᴛ ɪꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. ᴄʀɪᴍ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ.”

ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜱᴜʀꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ, ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴛᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅʟʏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʀɪᴍ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛɪꜱᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜰɪʟʟꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ? ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ, ᴄʀɪᴍ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ.

          “ɪ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜʜ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪx ᴜᴘ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.”

ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴡᴀɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇʟꜰ?

             So he was right...                 He didn’t feel good about being right-- in fact, he was hoping for literally anything else. Any other way that this could have happened. A way that didn't mean that she was stuck in a timeline that she didn’t belong to.                 Stars-- just what was going through his alternates head right now? Sans knew if he had someone important like that-- and they just up and vanished-- that he’d be... Well, more than heartbroken. Perhaps he was lucky that he didn’t? He already had enough heartbreak over watching his brother get...                 Not the focus right now, Sans! 

            “Its uh-- jus’fine. No hard feelings, bud.” Plus, he was already starting to regain some motion. He gave an easygoing smile then to try and lighten the heavy reality that had set in. “Especially if yer someone real important ta another ‘me’-- and uh.. while I can’t make any promises, purely cause I got no idea as of right now-- I’ll try n’find a way ta get ya back, ok?” It posed issues the longer she was here. His mind was already in a fit of worry over what this exactly meant to even have her here. Was there a tare in the fabric between timelines? An outcode? An entire system wide mix up? Not to mention-- if she was here, where was this underground’s version of her? It was in the best interest of everyone that he try and get her back as soon as possible. “Ya can stay with me n’pap if you have no where else ta go.” Which, was likely given she’d been thrown into this Underground abruptly. 

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magik-margo‌:

ᴏʜ ꜱʜɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʟɪᴘ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ᴍᴀʀɢᴏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴜʀᴇ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇ ꜱᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ ʙʟᴇᴡ ᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ–..

                                               “…ʏᴇꜱ. ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ.. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ?”

ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ? ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴛ.

           When that tidbit left the bat-- blue magic quickly rose to his features. Another version of him and this monster were--?!               “U-uh... that uh-- so?” It made much more sense why she’d been so distraught then-- and also why she knew about something like resets in the first place. “Then... ugh-- guess-- guess there ain’t another answer ta this, huh...?” Mostly a question to himself-- Shoulders sagged at his sides, as his eyelights came back into view. A much more empathetic expression taking form on his features. He was still frankly rattled from all this-- but he wasn’t about to let the situation be worse by being in a panic.

          “Look m’-- m’not really sure how to say this...” Though if she already knew half of it, least he wouldn’t look like a lunatic right now-- “Ye weren’t exactly wrong when ya mistook me for this-- other skeleton-- earlier. Though ye were at the same time. If ye know bout resets-- guessing it’s safe ta assume you know about timelines?” Hands returning to his pockets, his gaze settled on the snow momentarily. “Ye see.. not all those lines run parallel. Some veer off-- some cross over-- n’some only differ by small details. S’why guessing your.. uh.. other version of me having a brother was... was a pretty safe bet to make. Not ta mention-- to my knowledge-- my bro n’me are the only skeletons in the Underground ta begin with.” Pin lights returned to her then-- expression pulled into a frown made of clearer understanding.            “M’real sorry, but... I.. I don’t think yer from here, are ya?” 

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magik-margo‌:

“ɪᴛ’ʟʟ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰꜰ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ..”

ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜɪᴘꜱ. ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱ, ᴍᴀʀ. ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇ? ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴛꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ.. ᴡᴇʟʟ.

                  “..ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴛ..” ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ꜱʟɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ.

“ꜱᴀɴꜱ. ɪᴛ ꜱᴜɪᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜ.. ɴᴏ? ɢʀɪʟʟʙʏ’ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏᴋᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ʙᴇʟʟꜱ?”

           The moment ‘reset’ slipped from her lips-- his eyelights blew out like an extinguished candle flame. Despite being mostly frozen-- he flinched as if physically struck.

             Why--? Why did she know about--?              Then things started to click together. The vast difference between his Undergrounds Grillby and hers shoving the last piece of the puzzle into place. Now he was frozen for an entirely different reason.               It rang bells alright. Alarm bells.            “H-how do you.. know about that?” His voice had a different quality to it now-- almost fearful. “No one is suppose ta know about that-- n’Grillby has never touched that stuff--” As he continued on, his words fell into mumbling. Gaze going to the snow below as he tried to figure out... literally ANY other explanation than what he was thinking.               ...But he couldn’t.           “You... you mistook me for a skeleton that looks kinda like me... didn’t you?” The skeleton’s tone had gone empathetic. This... this was starting to make a big of sense... “Did... did he have a younger brother, to? N’lived in Snowdin...?”

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magik-margo‌:

                          “ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱɴᴏᴡᴅɪɴ! ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ– ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ! ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴᴇꜱꜱ– ɢʀɪʟʟʙʏ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ!, ᴏʀ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ!”

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ’ᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴇʟʟ. ɢᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ɢᴜʏ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ɴᴏ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ.. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢʀᴇɪꜰ. ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʀᴏᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏꜱꜱ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ. ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ.

ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ.

ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴇ’ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ. ꜱʜɪᴛ– ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʏᴢᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ.. ᴡᴇʟʟ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

                       “ꜱ-ꜱʜɪᴛ– ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ᴅᴜᴅᴇ. ɪ’ᴍ ᴍᴀʀɢᴏ. ᴜʜ.. ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ?”

            Alarm bells started ringing right about when his non-existent ears did. 

               She knew Snowdin? Yet things were... wrong? There was a suspicion that reared its head in his skull-- but he had to be sure before he said anything. Had to be completely certain before he dragged someone into the hell that only he should remember-- Although, it would explain why he’d never seen her before...              “U-uh--” It was also about when she said something-- that he realized his body was stiff-- bones locked up and unwilling to move. Although he wasn’t completely frozen yet, it was enough to spark panic in his eyelights. “K-kinda? Should-- is-- will it wear off?? Hehe--” His voice was uneasy-- slightly trying to laugh, but it wasn’t very convincing. “Margo, huh? M’Sans-- though uh, dunno how I’ve never seen you before if ya know Snowdin... N’... N’grillby’s always been a bartender..?” Confusion riddled his voice, but apprehension was a second coating that brought worry to his expression. “Just uh... how is it ‘wrong’?” 

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magik-margo‌:

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀʙꜱᴏʀʙ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʀɢᴏ’ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴀʙʟʏ. ᴀ ᴘᴀᴡ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ᴅᴀᴍᴍɪᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɢʀɪᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ.

                ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ. ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴ, ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ᴍᴀʀɢᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.

               “ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”

ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜱɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ– ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ. 

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ? ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ? ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ– ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱɴᴇᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛꜱ. ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ɴɪᴄᴇ? ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ– ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. 

ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴅɪɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ– ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ. 

                                “ ɪ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀᴇᴅ.. “

            Something was very wrong.                 What? He didn’t know. Yet, he knew that kind of look. The look someone had when they were holding the strings taught in an effort to keep themselves together-- and one wrong move could mean they’d snap.                 Sans, at his core, was a kind guy. Kindness wasn’t his main trait-- but patience was. When she took two steps back-- he remained where he was-- hands raising from his pockets to in front of himself in an attempt to show he meant no harm. She reminded him of an animal backed into a corner-- easily spooked.                 Her talking about someone else only solidified that she had mistaken him for someone else. However if so, just who did she...? 

            “H-hey now-- Its gunna be ok--” While his voice was the same-- his words were a lot clearer-- only really slurred due to sheer laziness or inflection. He lacked as many sharp teeth after all. “I don’t know what happened, but... would talking about it help? Maybe we could go find this guy? If you’ve never been to Snowdin before, we could go get a drink er something--” While Sans knew of the existence of his other counterparts, he never met them-- nor did they meet him. “Dunno what he did, but.. if I can help someway-- I want ta. Whats yer name?” Yeah, he definitely never met her before either.             Which, now that he thought about it-- was... weird. Maybe she was a recluse? If that was so-- why did she come out on this run?