10/MAR/20XX
HELLO, THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS SPEAKING!
I AM WRITING THIS AS I CARRY MY... MILDY TIPSY BROTHER HOME FROM GRILLBY'S, WHERE HE SPENT THE AFTERNOON.
HOW AM I WRITING IF I AM CARRYING HIM, YOU MAY ASK? WELL, IT'S QUITE A GENIUS SOLUTION, REALLY - BLUE MAGIC!
USEFUL, ISN'T IT??
NORMALLY, I WOULD CARRY HIM WITH MY OWN STRONG AND RELIABLE ARMS, BUT HE REEKS OF GREASE AND SOCIAL SITUATIONS AND ALCOHOL.
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UPDATE ON MY BROTHER:
HE HAS HANDED ME SOMETHING AND SAID THAT IT IS HIS PAGE FOR THE DAY.
IT WAS A NAPKIN. HE WROTE "JOUNAL ENTY" ON IT.
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UPDATE TWO:
I HAVE RECEIVED CONCERNED MESSAGES FROM MS. TORIEL ASKING WHY SANS IS SUDDENLY INCOMPREHENSIBLE IN HIS TEXTS, AND OVERZEALOUS WITH HEART EMOTES.
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UPDATE THREE:
HE IS IN THE KITCHEN.
WHAT IS A "COOL MILK".
CONCERNING.
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UPDATE FOUR:
"COOL MILK" IS AN ABOMINATION OF MISCELLANEOUS CONDIMENTS AND MILK.
DESPICABLE.
HE CHUGGED THE WHOLE THING.
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UPDATE FIVE:
THAT BOOK HE'S READING IS UPSIDE DOWN.
WHEN I ASKED HIM WHAT IT SAID, HE WAS ABLE TO RECITE IT TO ME WITH PERFECT ACCURACY.
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UPDATE SIX:
DR. ALPHYS HAS ALSO NOW MESSAGED ME, DOUBTFUL OF SANS' SOBER-NESS. I CONFIRMED HER SUSPICIONS, WHICH SHE WAS UNSURPRISED TO FIND WERE CORRECT.
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UPDATE SEVEN:
HE SOMEHOW PULLED AN ENTIRE BAG OF CHIPS OUT OF HIS POCKET, AND IS NOW PUTTING THEM IN A BOWL.
SANS DOES NOT EAT CHIPS FROM BOWLS.
MONITORING WEARILY.
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UPDATE EIGHT:
HE TOOK SOUP LEFTOVERS, SOME SPAGHETTI, SALT, AND PEPPER... AND ADDED THEM TO THE CHIP BOWL.
?????????
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UPDATE NINE:
UTTER DISGUST.
HE CONSUMED EVERY BIT OF IT, EVEN NOTING THAT IT WAS
"pretty tasty."
AND HE SHOULD
"make that again sometime."
ABHORRENT.
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UPDATE TEN:
AH
UPSIDE-DOWN GAMING.
HOW CIVIL.
...???
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UPDATE ELEVEN:
I DON'T KNOW AT WHAT POINT IT OCCURRED, BUT HE'S STILL UPSIDE-DOWN AND VERY NOT-AWAKE.
I'M PUTTING THIS HEATHEN TO BED.
WAIT. I SHOULD WAKE HIM TO HAVE HIM BRUSH HIS TEETH, AND WASH OUT THAT TERRIBLE BREATH FIRST.
AND MAYBE MAKE HIM SHOWER.
𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘕 I'LL PUT HIM TO BED.
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UPDATE TWELVE:
THE SKELETON WAS BATHED, SMELLS MUCH NICER, GIVEN SOME WATER, AND APPROPRIATELY TUCKED INTO BED.
I'M THANKFUL THAT HE WAS ABLE TO EASILY FALL ASLEEP AGAIN.
IT MEANS THERE'S AN EVEN NUMBER OF UPDATES NOW!
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UPDATE THIRTEEN:
AS IF EXPLICITLY TO SPITE ME, SANS GOT UP, TRIED TO GRAB HIS DIRTY JACKET FROM THE WASH, AND THEN WENT BACK TO SLEEP WHEN I STOPPED HIM.
P.S.
FRISK'S BAD LUCK SEEMS TO HAVE RESOLVED OVER THE NIGHT.
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27/MAR/20XX
"I'm making you something."
"like what?"
"A drawing."
"ok."
"What do you want it of?"
"whatever you wanna draw, kid.'
"It will be FOR you."
"and i want you to draw whatever you wanna draw."
"......"
"I'm going to make it a drawing of everyone. And then put it in a nice envelope."
"for my birthday?"
"For your birthday."
"With a bow."
"on an envelope?"
"Yes."
"ok."
there's frisk's plan.
said "nothing" again, and they completely ignored it.
about what i expected, though.
alphys gave me something ahead of time - a weapon i'd been eyeballing in this game we play together. insisted against it, but it didn't matter and she did it anyway. too late to refund, so. oh well, i guess.
papyrus asked again if i was really sure i didn't want anything, but my answer didn't change.
my bets are on him just disregarding the "nothing" request anyway; namely because i overheard a piece of a conversation between him and undyne about what to get me. i'd stop 'em, but i've got doubts they'll listen.
regarding actually turning thirty six, i feel...
honestly?
nothing.
same guy i was, don't plan to change. my age isn't something i care about celebrating. or otherwise.
an uneventful birthday sounds just fine to me.
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