E-Pro (2005)
Artista: Beck (Estados Unidos)
Álbum: Guero
Año: 2005
Género: Rock alternativo
Compositores: Dust Brothers, Mike D, Adam Horowitz, Adam Yauch, King Gizmo, E.Z. Mike & Beck
Sello: Interscope Records
Dirección del vídeo: Shynola
Letra
See me coming to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troubles will hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aiming
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
See me kicking the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handing out a confection of venom
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
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Harried and Torn chap. 2
whoops, didn’t mean to let this one sit so long lol
Tags: A Lot of Arguing, Renaming, Mild Angst
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Watching Paps give the murder clones a dressing down was… entertaining, if he was really pressed to give it a descriptor. Honestly it was kinda funny watching their eyes widen the longer he lectured them about the habits of monsters from their universe and the fact that one does not simply threaten a 1HP monster with a fucking bone attack.
(If Sans gave his brother a subtle fistbump for that one later, well, the death bros didn’t have to know about it).
Paps explained that murder wasn’t a thing here for the most part, so most monsters didn’t have LV and were harmless, so please don’t go around attacking low HP monsters. He told them that there were plenty of grocery stores, hardware stores, and clothing stores, and that as soon as the two of them had settled in they’d go on a trip to get them the necessities. He told them that they were welcome to stay as long as they needed to get back on their feet (or until the machine was fixed).
The other Papyrus had a strange look on his face at that, but Sans might have imagined it. He was definitely imagining the subtle trembling in his bones.
Then he finally let them get a word in edgewise, after about two hours, and the other Papyrus was quick to, well. Start growling. He growled about their predicament, he growled about the fact that he and his brother likely had smoke damage, he growled that his own brother was a whole point down from his max so of course Sans and Paps must have done something (they hadn’t, but it wasn’t like he was going to stop yelling long enough to hear it.)
And if Papyrus’ expression hardened a little at the mention of losing a single point of HP, well, perhaps only Sans noticed that.
But Papyrus listened. He listened, and took mental notes as the other Papyrus let a few choice curses slip, and when it was finally done, the other Sans glanced up from where he was dozing on his feet, scowling.
“So its really all sunshine and shit here?” There was a lot less sarcasm and a lot more disbelief in that question than Sans had ever heard in something so sarcastic, but he nodded.
“Yeah, more or less.”
Unless you counted Frisk, which. The kid was doing alright now, no dusty knives in sight.
(He’d checked. Toriel invited him over for dinner about two nights a week, he had ample opportunity.)
The other Sans looked even more incredulous, if that was even possible on a face like Sans’, but he pulled it off alright. Sans shrugged, then gave the two murder brothers finger guns.
“I’m not calling you OtherSans and OtherPapyrus anymore. Pick some names please and thanky.”
Paps rolled his eyes beside him, likely over his delivery, but honest to god Sans was not calling these two “Sans and Papyrus” while they were here. He just wasn’t going to, no matter if they used the puppy dog eyes or not.
There was some argument after that about why Sans and Paps got to keep their names and OtherSans and OtherPapyrus didn’t (their universe, their names, in Sans’ opinion), but every argument was put down by a surprisingly helpful Papyrus. Sans supposed he didn’t really want to call them those names either, since nothing OtherPapyrus said really got through.
Eventually they decided to go by Edge and Red, which was... The most unoriginal names Paps could have come up with, but neither of the wondertwins had been all that forthcoming with their own ideas, so Edge and Red it was.
After, Papyrus dragging Edge to the kitchen to make a quick lunch since their magic levels were still low, Sans vegged out on the couch, watching Red out of the corner of his eye. He seemed… lost somehow, not that Sans was really doing all that better, but after a long moment, Red finally shuffled over and sat on the arm rest of the couch, as far from Sans as he could get.
“I’m not gonna bite.” Sans said, though he expected the incredulous look he was given. Still, he wasn’t gonna try anything on these two. Too much work. Even if their LV made him want to climb a tree and scream at the sky.
Red stared at him, expression hardened as he spat a “Yer wouldn’t do nothin’. No LV little sweetheart like you?” He laughed, the sound bitter. “Naw. Yer wouldn’t bite.” And with that he went back to staring hard at the kitchen doorway, seemingly straining to hear whatever Paps was saying.
Sans gave the whole situation a shrug. Red wasn’t wrong, Sans didn’t have LV. He really didn’t know much in the way of fighting, and exactly two people in this timeline had any idea differently. Not that he was about to bust his ass trying to take out what had become unfortunate guests. What kind of skeleton did you take him for?
Soon enough Papyrus and Edge came back out with two large pots, one with homey chicken stew, the other creamy mac and cheese. Sans gave his brother a grateful look as he was handed a bowl of the two mixed, as well as a hidden bottle of ketchup. He ignored the look of disgust the dustbrothers were giving him as he took a long swallow, the tint of healing magic almost hidden in the red goop.
Paps was immune to the glance Sans sent him, dishing out bowls of each food to the brothers, who carefully took them and settled onto the floor. Neither Papyrus or Sans said anything about them sitting on the big-enough couch, not when Edge was still trembling and Red’s eyelight was a little too small.
Red exchanged a look with Edge before he started eating, Edge giving him a small nod before tucking into his own.
Sans tried to not let that small gesture of distrust affect him. The fear even more so.
So he ate, and kept watch.
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