10-23-2017, 07:59 PM
The low-pitched frapping of the whoopee cushion echoed around the pool waters. Sans tried to keep a straight face as Undyne glared at him, her face scrunching up as if she was considering whether or not to dunk him into the pool. Eventually, she sighed, grinned in amusement, and took a bite of her fried fish sandwich. Sans took a moment to wonder if what she was doing could be considered cannibalism before he decided he didn’t need to add onto his existential baggage.
The duo sat in silence as they munched down their lunch. The water felt soothing and warm as it sloshed up in ocean-like waves along their legs. The bronze statue of Princess Guu, Leader of Ambrosia, stood tall and gallant. Water flowed from her oversized mouth and into the pool, filling it up and giving it life. The yellow light above illuminated the two from the onion-shaped bulbs hanging from the ceiling and the rays of sunlight peering through the windows on the roof. It bathed them in a beach-like heat, and Sans could smell a thick aura of salt and sand in the air around them. He sighed, continuing to eat, taking his mind off of what had happened.
He glanced toward Undyne. She ate her sandwich in silence, frowning and putting a heaping amount of focus on it compared to either Sans or the environment surrounding her. Her eyes glazed down to her navel, giving her a contemplative look.
The skeleton’s smile didn’t falter, but his glowing eyes did not move away from Undyne as he stared, thinking. Eventually, his smile widened a bit.
“thinking about eating a hot fish, undyne?” He said, suppressing a snicker as his comment almost made Undyne spit out the last bite of her sandwich.
“Can you not be a JERK for one second?!” She snapped. It echoed around them, putting them both to silence. She turned away, staring into the healing waters of the pool with a gloomy glint in her eye.
For a few moments, Sans couldn’t even speak, instead opting to stare at the sulking heroine, analyzing her for the cause of her outburst. The salt gave the air a bitter taste.
Eventually, Sans reached into his pocket. Without looking at her, he placed his hand on the ceramic tiling beneath them. “gold coin for your thoughts?” he said, setting the coin in his hand down with a metallic clank.
Undyne glanced back at him, her frown worsening before she saw the coin. She shook her head, her shoulders slumping and her muscles relaxing.
“Fine,” she said, grabbing the coin, “I’m thinking about what happened.”
“the thing with the tree?”
She nodded, closing her eyes. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about it. About what I did, I mean.”
“you turned into a badass anime warrior.” He said, shrugging.
“I know, but…” She said, bringing a hand to her forehead, “I can’t remember a single bit of it.”
Lucky you, Sans thought. “i’m certain it’ll come back.”
She didn’t respond, instead merely sighing and gazing into her reflection in the healing pool. Sans looked away, leaving her to herself before digging out his phone.
“Did anyone get hurt?” She asked, looking at Sans as he stopped. He glanced back at her, confused. Her voice contained a tough edge to it, but for a split second, Sans could swear she looked scared. It took him a few moments to respond.
“no. you did good, undyne. you’re a heroine, remember?” He said, scootching over towards her to pat her on the back. She looked back into the water, lost in her trance-like thoughts again.
“undyne, it’s fine. no one got hurt.”
“No one got hurt THIS time.” She replied. “What about the next time? What about all the times before? What if I get angry and I just…”
“i can assure you, undyne, that’s never happened,” Sans said.
“What if it DOES?” She said before she buried her face into her hands, rubbing her hair and squeezing her temples.
“... then it’ll be well-deserved.”
She stared at him like he was crazy.
“undyne, i’ve only seen you pissed off once, and that was when the human quote-on-quote killed you.” He said, “and when you came back, you wanted nothing more than to ensure the human didn’t go on to kill someone else. i’d be pretty mad too if i was you.”
“no, you wouldn’t.”
“ok, yeah, you’re probably right,” he replied, “but you get what i’m saying. you aren’t a crazy gunman, undyne. you just care.”
He looked up towards the windows, the warmth that once blanketed them dissipating as clouds passed over the building. “That’s more than most people can claim,” he said.
It was Undyne’s turn to not know how to respond. Sans harrumphed, kicked back, and planted himself on the puddle-ridden floor of the healing pool. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations around him relax his aching, tense, and tired bones.
“Sans?” Undyne said.
He opened an eye to look at her. “yeah?”
“Thanks…”
“...no problem…”
He closed his eyes. He felt a small amount of mental weight recede knowing his motivational speech did something. It was good to appreciate the small victories; enough of them gave the illusion of them stacking up to make a big impact.
His pocket vibrated as soon as he could even get close to napping. Groaning, Sans whipped out his phone and glanced at it. An email notification flashed on the screen, demanding his attention. Curious, he clicked it.
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He gazed at the screen. The contents of the entire thing were so nonsensical that he almost thought it was a virus. It was the mention of his name, of Alphys’, and of something named “Chara” that prevented that idea from being true. But what most interested him, and what gave him the biggest headache he could have ever had, was the name of the sender.
W.D Gaster. A name so familiar, and yet it could not be placed to anything in waking memory.
The duo sat in silence as they munched down their lunch. The water felt soothing and warm as it sloshed up in ocean-like waves along their legs. The bronze statue of Princess Guu, Leader of Ambrosia, stood tall and gallant. Water flowed from her oversized mouth and into the pool, filling it up and giving it life. The yellow light above illuminated the two from the onion-shaped bulbs hanging from the ceiling and the rays of sunlight peering through the windows on the roof. It bathed them in a beach-like heat, and Sans could smell a thick aura of salt and sand in the air around them. He sighed, continuing to eat, taking his mind off of what had happened.
He glanced toward Undyne. She ate her sandwich in silence, frowning and putting a heaping amount of focus on it compared to either Sans or the environment surrounding her. Her eyes glazed down to her navel, giving her a contemplative look.
The skeleton’s smile didn’t falter, but his glowing eyes did not move away from Undyne as he stared, thinking. Eventually, his smile widened a bit.
“thinking about eating a hot fish, undyne?” He said, suppressing a snicker as his comment almost made Undyne spit out the last bite of her sandwich.
“Can you not be a JERK for one second?!” She snapped. It echoed around them, putting them both to silence. She turned away, staring into the healing waters of the pool with a gloomy glint in her eye.
For a few moments, Sans couldn’t even speak, instead opting to stare at the sulking heroine, analyzing her for the cause of her outburst. The salt gave the air a bitter taste.
Eventually, Sans reached into his pocket. Without looking at her, he placed his hand on the ceramic tiling beneath them. “gold coin for your thoughts?” he said, setting the coin in his hand down with a metallic clank.
Undyne glanced back at him, her frown worsening before she saw the coin. She shook her head, her shoulders slumping and her muscles relaxing.
“Fine,” she said, grabbing the coin, “I’m thinking about what happened.”
“the thing with the tree?”
She nodded, closing her eyes. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about it. About what I did, I mean.”
“you turned into a badass anime warrior.” He said, shrugging.
“I know, but…” She said, bringing a hand to her forehead, “I can’t remember a single bit of it.”
Lucky you, Sans thought. “i’m certain it’ll come back.”
She didn’t respond, instead merely sighing and gazing into her reflection in the healing pool. Sans looked away, leaving her to herself before digging out his phone.
“Did anyone get hurt?” She asked, looking at Sans as he stopped. He glanced back at her, confused. Her voice contained a tough edge to it, but for a split second, Sans could swear she looked scared. It took him a few moments to respond.
“no. you did good, undyne. you’re a heroine, remember?” He said, scootching over towards her to pat her on the back. She looked back into the water, lost in her trance-like thoughts again.
“undyne, it’s fine. no one got hurt.”
“No one got hurt THIS time.” She replied. “What about the next time? What about all the times before? What if I get angry and I just…”
“i can assure you, undyne, that’s never happened,” Sans said.
“What if it DOES?” She said before she buried her face into her hands, rubbing her hair and squeezing her temples.
“... then it’ll be well-deserved.”
She stared at him like he was crazy.
“undyne, i’ve only seen you pissed off once, and that was when the human quote-on-quote killed you.” He said, “and when you came back, you wanted nothing more than to ensure the human didn’t go on to kill someone else. i’d be pretty mad too if i was you.”
“no, you wouldn’t.”
“ok, yeah, you’re probably right,” he replied, “but you get what i’m saying. you aren’t a crazy gunman, undyne. you just care.”
He looked up towards the windows, the warmth that once blanketed them dissipating as clouds passed over the building. “That’s more than most people can claim,” he said.
It was Undyne’s turn to not know how to respond. Sans harrumphed, kicked back, and planted himself on the puddle-ridden floor of the healing pool. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations around him relax his aching, tense, and tired bones.
“Sans?” Undyne said.
He opened an eye to look at her. “yeah?”
“Thanks…”
“...no problem…”
He closed his eyes. He felt a small amount of mental weight recede knowing his motivational speech did something. It was good to appreciate the small victories; enough of them gave the illusion of them stacking up to make a big impact.
His pocket vibrated as soon as he could even get close to napping. Groaning, Sans whipped out his phone and glanced at it. An email notification flashed on the screen, demanding his attention. Curious, he clicked it.
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Quote:[url=http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9190]Email: Gaster to Sans
He gazed at the screen. The contents of the entire thing were so nonsensical that he almost thought it was a virus. It was the mention of his name, of Alphys’, and of something named “Chara” that prevented that idea from being true. But what most interested him, and what gave him the biggest headache he could have ever had, was the name of the sender.
W.D Gaster. A name so familiar, and yet it could not be placed to anything in waking memory.
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i may be all alone
but i'm here to tell ya honey
that i'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad to the bone
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