#bouncybxnes

[the-lazy-papyrus]

bouncybxnes replied to your post “so anyway here’s wonderwall”

are you okay/is there anything i can do to help???

crap, sorry, i completely spaced and missed this somehow.

yeah, i’m doing okay. and as much as i appreciate the offer i’m. not sure how you could help? or, uh. i guess i’m not sure what to ask for.

[bxnetired-blog]

hey. HEY. hey papyrus. knoCK KNOCK!!!

oh no. look bro, you are directly violating the very ask title you had to look at to send me this question. it’s probably so sad right now, because you broke the rules & sent me this knock knock joke right & snug into my ask box.

you’re probably going to be arrested for this blatant ignoring of what i’ve told you just right there; i was like, no knock knock jokes sans.

but here you are. here u are with ur knock-knock joke.

ok bro what is it. who is behind this metaphorical hypothetical joke door bro. what is this punchline you are so excited to tell me, you giant fluffy dork.

[skeleton-may-care-blog]

@bouncybxnes​

[ Sans was sitting by his prank telescope in the Waterfall caverns looking into a book labeled "jokes" rather than for poor suckers to trick. With the way his eye sockets slightly crinkled he must have been in deep focus reading. ]

[ A change in the air, however, snapped him out of it and he lifted his head to see who was there. Off to the side, he spotted a familiar figure. It was himself, and by now he was adjusted to seeing a duplicate. However, this one had a much different attire than he was expecting. Almost looked like... armor? ]

* uh... hey, buddy. you got a sec?

[bxnerkiller-blog]

🌺!!!

✱ literally everything he deos is cute. he moves, cute. he breathes, cute. he asked my brother to make him sci fi armor. 

✱ he’s also a cold blooded killer, but in a nervous sweaty kinda way. you know the kind. tries to act like he does’t have the guts but then you’re TRICKED

[ask-sans-archived]

{ [meanwhile within a 20 mile radius] [locals swooning] [sanses turning gay] it was amazing }

((yeah basically))

[ichthyxlxgy-blog]

dilatcry motherlyfather bouncybxnes

“Lets see... ”

Undyne sorted through the few discs she had of shows  that she had recently gathered from the dump. She had  quite the wide variety of tastes in the ‘human shows’  department, but she always did like to see new discs of shows she had seen before, so she always made sure  to sort them.

She was so preoccupied with that, she didn’t even realize when someone else stepped in.

[lilskeletcnpuns-blog]

“He-hey! Are you okay!?” the child blinked, looking down at the person with wise eyes. “That was a really bad fall...”

( @bouncybxnes​ )

[underfellpapyrus-blog]

hey, i'm very late, i think? but i wanna say i'd like to think we're friends!!!

Y...ES. WE ARE FRIENDS, SANS.

TECHNICALLY BROTHERS, I THINK.

[skeleton-may-care-blog]

y-- you're not really into HIM, are you? you know, um, scumbag trashlord...

* hahahaha.

* hahaha.

* ha-ha.

* save me.

[bxnetired-blog]

Sans was quick to hop up and lean against Papyrus, sliding a box over to his brother. The box contains a few more prank items: some whoopie cushions, a bottle of lube, more sticky notes than any single person reasonably needs. And, of course, an obscenely large bottle of mayonnaise. Because you, Papyrus, are a bad monster.

An ever-present lazy grin stretched wider at the presence of his brother, a bony elbow lovingly digging into the other’s ribs in greeting as he peered into the contents of his present.

“hey. thanks for this sweet junk, bro.”

The mayonnaise is put upon the coffee table for later consumption, while the whoopee cushions and notes disappear inside the orange hoodie’s pockets with a parting ‘pffrt’ in farewell.

However, the lube? The skeleton examines the bottle with mild curiosity, reading over the label printed upon it. With a shrug, he cracks the cap off and pours the contents in his mouth. What a horrifying creature.

(Within Sans’ room, the older sibling would later find a carefully wrapped box. Now how had that gotten there? Papyrus hadn’t left his side. 

Mysteries aside, within the present would be a soft horse plush, flank adorned with removable saddle and armour. Happy birthday, Sans. That’s what the season is, right?)

[motherlyfather-blog]

@bouncybxnes -start here!-

Oh dear...He probably shouldn’t have said the little skeletons’ name. He was certain this is the one that Papyrus had spoken of, if the outfit was anything to go by. He’d honestly come out to get groceries and take a walk, hoping no one would see him. But in his excitement of having found the other brother, he spoke without thinking. Fumbling for an answer, Asgore fiddled with the groceries in his hands.

“U-Um, I’d heard of you! H-haha! I’m glad you are alright! You’re quite excitable!”

He laughs gently at Sans’ demeanor and kneels down to his height and extending a paw.

“My name is Asgore. It’s nice to meet you.”

[goingtobereset]

{NONO THAT IS A GREAT FONT}

((IT’S SO GOOD AND SO HORRIFYING AT THE SAME TIME, SO THAT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER.))

[underfellpapyrus-blog]

@bouncybxnes -

Papyrus had convinced himself that the woods around Snowdin were the safest place to be. The only problem was that, as well as he knew the area, in his current state, his sense of navigation was severly hindered. He was panicking, breathing heavily, colder than he'd ever felt- seeing as he had never felt the cold before. He was sure he was lost.

Until he stepped into a familiar clearing. More like a road, really. He turned his head in one direction and spotted the entrance to the Ruins, and in the opposite direction was more road. Toward Snowdin.

He was in the minuscule stretch of snow between his sentry station and his brother's. A small, sharp cry left the temporary human and he almost fell to his knees, saved by the reminder that he would freeze if he came into contact with any more snow. He couldn't even run away properly. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe he deserved what was going to come to him, should his brother see what happened.

With a defeated posture and tears in his eyes, Papyrus approached his brother's station. Maybe he would show mercy, maybe he would let him work this out. Survive the next few days until he was back to his original self. He could only hope.

[skeleton-may-care-blog]

Dropped off by you is an large-ish blue box that is lighter than it looks. Contained within is one of those night sky orbs with a light bulb that also has a few covers to switch between, though it appears to be handmade. The paper orbs have been scraped slightly in some areas and have holes poked through in others to appear like the night sky on the surface. Beside it is a brief note. 'happy gyftmas!!!'

* …whoa.

[ He held the object delicately in his hands, turning it in different angles to peer at the little sky-in-a-ball. By the looks of his widening pupils, he was surely amazed. ]

* hmhm… thanks, buddy.

[pxcifist-archived]

@bouncybxnes

Frisk took a long look at the skeleton and they grinned. They’d gotten used to multiple timelines intertwining with theirs. Though every time they met another version of their friends, they couldn’t help but feel a little sad...

*You look really cool! 

[bxnetired-blog]

"They're not just dreams, are they?" He was scared. He didn't want to do this, but he had to do this sooner rather than later. Better to pull the metaphorical bandage off now.

He had already been turning, ready to greet his brother with the usual casual grin and half-lidded gaze he usually did, when Sans uttered the words he had been dreading since the first reset he heard him recite practically verbatim.

Sweat broke out on the back of his head, crawling down his spine like the lies he had used to dismiss the idea of the nightmares ever having been memory. His smile was still the same, stare still as calm as he could manage. But Papyrus was anything but that inside.

“what are you talking about, bro?” He said, casual as he pleased.