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[SINCE I’VE JUST HAD TO SEE IT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES ON MY VERY OWN DASH, I’D LIKE TO REMIND Y’ALL THAT IF YOU ROLEPLAY INCES.T, SUPPORT INCES.T, OR DON’T THINK THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT, PLEASE UNFOLLOW?]

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I beat people to death but it’s ok

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just diagnosed with forehead kiss deficiency:/

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heartguiided​:

You know what. If this escalates any further, Gwen’s going to get her eye poked, or have a whole swarm of magical knives hone in on her — which, you know, would’ve been standard enough on the battlefield, but she’s not really in the mood to deal with any of that off of it. Look at her, she hadn’t even finished her coffee, yet. (Yes, she was still holding it. ‘GWEN’ written in big letters and everything.) “Okay, look, just — keep your voice down.”

“I’m an actor. I just? Pretend to be Sans? I’m the one who tells the jokes and sells the hot dogs so the real one doesn’t have to. He’s way too busy fighting or sleeping to — you know. Do any actual work.” Technically, she wasn’t exactly lying? She did tell jokes and sell hot dogs in-costume, even if she hadn’t admitted to actually fighting as the guy. Keep up that illusion that Sans himself is in Smash, make herself seem like the goofy mascot who did all the thankless hard work. That’s probably believable. Actually, that last part really wasn’t too far from the truth, is it? Now if the catgirl demands to see the real deal, Gwen could be in trouble. Or she might not be! One thing at a time, though.

“… please let go of the mask — ”

.。.:*・°☆ ...

“Uh.” That... that was it? This was just... a paid actor pretending to be... Sans. With all the horrible jokes, and his dumb smug smile... it was all just a costume.

Not only had Sans made it into this big fighting tournament before Mew Mew, but he was too lazy to even show up to every fight?? So now they just have this... mascot. As if the very idea of that dumb skeleton being anywhere Mew Mew should be wasn’t insulting enough. Mew Mew’s starting to doubt Sans shows up to any fights, honestly. Jerk.

(It’s nothing personal, she’s just... easily jealous, and the puns already had her annoyed enough-)

... This is embarrassing.

Her hand slips from ‘Sans’’ mask, and the knives vanish into thin air, the staff following a moment later. Her arms cross over her chest (thankfully not activating the voice box), but her scowl never leaves her adorable face.

“... Sorry, I guess. Just really mad at that guy. I’m not mad at... you for... wearing a stupid costume of Sans. Even if that is super weird.” It is... not particularly difficult to earn Mew Mew’s sudden hatred, though. “......... Are you still selling hotdogs-”

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.。.:*・°☆ “Last night’s concert was so great, mew!”

“Except... except... EXCEPT!!!!”

“They didn’t play my song...”

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[bitchass laptop died on me but. gonna get to stuff tomorrow so!! like for a starter!!]

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* okay, okay. * i’m here now.

* SANS!!!!

⇢ papyrus & sans, by eros

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mew mew !!!

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some things just don't change

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mr. fox,

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[bitchass laptop died on me but. gonna get to stuff tomorrow so!! like for a starter!!]

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[y’know what. mettaton called her a ‘pink haired hussy’ i think she has every right 2 want to rip him to shreds]

[so with the undertale alarm thing out- it’s. confirmed that it is on SIGHT for mew mew @ mettaton but] [it is. also confirmed that. mew mew is a virtual streamer?]

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[so with the undertale alarm thing out- it’s. confirmed that it is on SIGHT for mew mew @ mettaton but] [it is. also confirmed that. mew mew is a virtual streamer?]

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.。.:*・°☆ “Guess they’re just... savin’ the best til last, mew.”

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heartguiided​:

“W.”

“What.”

Gwen doesn’t get paid enough for this. (Gwen doesn’t get paid at all for this.) First the flames, then the floating knives, and now the… kissing threat? … Oh. That chest-smack clarified things. Just some pre-recorded voice box. Part of her anime catgirl attacker’s body. Which somehow didn’t seem any less baffling than anything else in this situation. Wait. Gwen just had a slip-up of her own, hadn’t she? That last exclamation hadn’t been *deep-voiced skeleton, it’d been baffled Mii Gunner.  Okay, no big deal! No one noticed. Maybe. She’ll just get back into character, pretend like nothing happened, and actively resist the urge to lift up that Gaster Blaster gun arm in self-defense. Because… you know. She isn’t supposed to attack spectators who weren’t even remotely part of the tournament, even if she was being held at magical kitty staff-point. That goes against her code as a Mii. And as a Sans. Mascot. LARPer. Whatever. “Look, you — ”

Wrong voice. Again.

* look, you seem like a… knife person. * but fighting like this? that’s pointless. * how ‘bout we show each other some mercy and call this one off, huh? * i’ve got an apostrophe-dog stand to run.

.。.:*・°☆ She’s so ready to just let loose, and fill this stupid skeleton full of knives. At this point she’s mostly forgotten why she’s mad, but the puns just keep making her angrier, so she’s assuming it’s those? Maybe something about that dumb tournament, but- y’know. Whatever she’s mad about, knives will make her feel better.

 But the moment she lifts her staff to turn this stupid bag of bones into an undead pincushion, she... hesitates?

Something was wrong.

“... Either this is some prank, or you’re not really Sans, are you?” She steps closer, glaring at this apparent imitator. Why would anyone... dress up as Sans? Why would they do the voice, and everything? Isn’t there like, laws against this kind of thing?

The other’s SOUL definitely wasn’t that of a monster, no... Mew Mew... probably should have checked that first, thought that might have made things worse had she checked while so angry earlier.

Her empty hand shoots out suddenly, gripping the suspicious skeleton’s skull, her thumb pushing into the socket. “I’m gonna give you a chance to explain yourself, before I rip this off. I’m hoping it was a prank, cause that means I get to just tear off your head.”

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He’s noted that the lightning-based magic actually did something, however it’s not the most prominent matter on his mind. Also she’s… lowkey spooky?? Or at least she would be to anybody other than an evil monarch, but real recognise real on a subconscious level.

“It’s not a tie, I hit you fair and square while you can’t even scratch me!!” And he’ll attack her again at the rate they’re going at. “And this is obviously a summoning circle!” Stan scoffs, pointing down at the ground as if implying Mew Mew is a blind idiot- okay nevermind it’s been smudged beyond recognition from their scuffle.

And his chalk is gone because he tossed it during that little fit! Great. Fantastic.

“Also-” The shadow brings a hand up to politely clear his throat before continuing. “WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT SOME STUPID CARDBOARD!? I’m trying to summon evil spirits, not start a craft project!!”

That last sentence is punctuated by Stan tossing a nearby trash can at her. Less cool and effective as what was basically a handheld laser beam, but when you’re angry you just kind of want to do things. Like throw garbage at people.

.。.:*・°☆ It’d only take a minute or so for her body to recover from that - she’s already shaken off most of the soot like some kind of cartoon, the only real side-effect being that her body twitches and sparks occasionally as excess electricity continues to run through it.

“Yeah but I’m fine, so it’s not like you actually did anything. You just inconvenienced me for a moment is all.” She proclaims, finally managing to pick up her head, a hand feeling the neck to make sure nothing was bent out of shape - having to fix that without being able to see it would be a nightmare.

“And why would you not want cardboard boxes?! Have you never sat in one of those?? What is wrong with y-” Oh. that’s a trash can. She has her head lifted above her body as it hits her, knocking it out of her hands as the trash can knocks her body further down the alleyway. If Stan could die, the look on Mew Mew’s face could kill.

As of right now, she’s just. a head glaring at him while her body gets back to searching. “What are you even trying to summon anyway??”

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…She’s serious?

In one fell swoop those words took the wind from Stan’s sails, the shadow in turn taking his frustration out on that very same wall he’d channeled through moments before. To add insult to injury, the entire time he’s throwing a tantrum the king’s outright ignoring her fireballs.

“Why does this always happen to me!?” he cries, throwing his hands up in the air in a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. “I swear, everybody and their mother these days is invincible- can’t go ten minutes without some ~magical~ little freak getting in the way! GET A LIFE!!”

Stan suddenly puts both hands together, cupping them as though holding an invisible orb; before too long electricity starts crackling in the air and you can probably guess what happens next: Lightning shoots from his hands in the form of a good old fashioned beam attack. Wouldn’t be a cheap boss battle without an aggravating bullet-hell sequence.

.。.:*・°☆ Throwing down her staff, Mew Mew pulls on her twintails, clearly as irritated as Stan - how is she meant to show this jerk who the better person is if she can’t KILL HIM???? She’s super cool, and she can sing, and burn things, and beat people up, and burn things, and do a backflip, and burn things-

“I’m not the freak here, flatass! I’m not the one drawing stupid pictures in alleyways, and then trying to kill someone for trying to get to the cardboard boxes that I know you’re hiding!! So just move already, and-”

... She. completely ignored the beam charging thing. Takes the hit hard. It shuts her up, her entire body sparking and twitching as the beam sends far more electricity through her than this stupid animatronic was ever built to take, and then she just... drops face down.

And then her smoking, somewhat charred body starts to float back up, with... without the head. That rolls onto its side, eyes flickering back to life as the body starts feeling awkwardly around for the brains of the operation, so to speak.

“... We’ll call it a tie, then.”