01-04-2016, 07:12 PM
damn... has it gotten dark already?
This was the thought running through Sans' head as he walked through the dimly illuminated forest. He had stopped running around like a maniac a good thirty minutes prior. It was admittedly stupid of him to be sprinting like an Olympics runner who forgot how to practice for marathons, but he had a hard time containing his happiness. The guard's words still rang in his ears, or they would have if he had any.
Head to Camelot. Find Princess Guu. I can find Papyrus through her.
What had happened during the long run was more or less a haze in his memories. He could only guess his excitement gave him temporary amnesia, and he'd regain them all back once the adrenaline ceased pumping through his bones. He was fairly certain he had accidentally knocked a guy into some REALLY big chickens, so he'd probably be in some trouble for that. Not like he could really do much about that, but hey. If he needed to, he'd do community service by selling hot dogs. I mean, who DOESN'T like buying hot dogs from someone like him?
It reminded him of Frisk, almost. He had gotten a good chuckle after giving him a "hot dog," which was really a water sausage in a bun. Then he gave him a "hot cat," which was a hot dog with cat ears on it. He apparently enjoyed them regardless, because he kept coming back for more. Frisk probably DID like hot animals... huh. It got to the point where he was literally placing hot dogs on his head because he couldn't afford the rest. He then fell face over heels onto the counter of his sentry station, laughing like he had never laughed before.
The hot-dog salesman glanced down towards the ground, shuffling his bony sneakers across the grass. He was having a pretty difficult time traversing the forest without a light source. Looks certainly didn't lie, as it certainly felt like it had changed from morning to evening thanks to the foliage hiding the sky from the land dwellers. He would probably have sat down and tried to make a torch from a branch, some parts of his jacket, and maybe flint and a rock, but that would've required a bit more effort than what he was willing to put forth into the project.
So for now, he would be going in as blind as a bat. Or as blind as a skeleton without eyelids.
The comedian looked up from the ground, only to come uncomfortably close to a gigantic, ogre-like creature. He took in a deep breath, his pupils becoming as small as pin-pricks as he peered at the thing. It was easily more than thrice his height, and it looked greenish almost. It didn't seem to be paying any attention to the skeleton, seeing as he was gnawing on a tree like a dog would chew on a bone. It let out loud grunts, seemingly enjoying its treat.
"oh, grrdness..." Sans muttered, deterring a chuckle from escaping his smiling visage as he silently walked away from the creature, specifically past an undead horse mount that he paid little mind too. He was more focused on not getting eaten by a hulking mass of meat.
The blue-jacketed creature kept his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes in the creature until he was far enough away from it. Roughly twenty feet or so. It still wasn't looking at him, either due to the darkness, its eyesight, or simply thanks to the tree. Sans sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing.
Just then, to his bottom right, a flash of color reflected off of the ground, causing the skeleton to hop into the air a bit. He whirled around, seeing a rather peculiar sight. There were three individuals, one with a large glowing orb in its hand. The orb-wielder was virtually indistinguishable thanks to a cloak overlapping its head and back. Another, slightly shorter person stood next to him, and he couldn't even tell what he looked like. The only person who could even get a description from was the woman being held by the cloaked man. She had red eyes, and was curled up into a ball like some kind of toddler.
The stout skeleton stood there, staring at what was going on in front of him. One, more impulsive part of him wanted to intervene. Find out what was going on. But his other half begged him not too. It was best he kept moving. Find his brother.
He remained as still as a statue, mentally arguing with himself over what to do.
This was the thought running through Sans' head as he walked through the dimly illuminated forest. He had stopped running around like a maniac a good thirty minutes prior. It was admittedly stupid of him to be sprinting like an Olympics runner who forgot how to practice for marathons, but he had a hard time containing his happiness. The guard's words still rang in his ears, or they would have if he had any.
Head to Camelot. Find Princess Guu. I can find Papyrus through her.
What had happened during the long run was more or less a haze in his memories. He could only guess his excitement gave him temporary amnesia, and he'd regain them all back once the adrenaline ceased pumping through his bones. He was fairly certain he had accidentally knocked a guy into some REALLY big chickens, so he'd probably be in some trouble for that. Not like he could really do much about that, but hey. If he needed to, he'd do community service by selling hot dogs. I mean, who DOESN'T like buying hot dogs from someone like him?
It reminded him of Frisk, almost. He had gotten a good chuckle after giving him a "hot dog," which was really a water sausage in a bun. Then he gave him a "hot cat," which was a hot dog with cat ears on it. He apparently enjoyed them regardless, because he kept coming back for more. Frisk probably DID like hot animals... huh. It got to the point where he was literally placing hot dogs on his head because he couldn't afford the rest. He then fell face over heels onto the counter of his sentry station, laughing like he had never laughed before.
The hot-dog salesman glanced down towards the ground, shuffling his bony sneakers across the grass. He was having a pretty difficult time traversing the forest without a light source. Looks certainly didn't lie, as it certainly felt like it had changed from morning to evening thanks to the foliage hiding the sky from the land dwellers. He would probably have sat down and tried to make a torch from a branch, some parts of his jacket, and maybe flint and a rock, but that would've required a bit more effort than what he was willing to put forth into the project.
So for now, he would be going in as blind as a bat. Or as blind as a skeleton without eyelids.
The comedian looked up from the ground, only to come uncomfortably close to a gigantic, ogre-like creature. He took in a deep breath, his pupils becoming as small as pin-pricks as he peered at the thing. It was easily more than thrice his height, and it looked greenish almost. It didn't seem to be paying any attention to the skeleton, seeing as he was gnawing on a tree like a dog would chew on a bone. It let out loud grunts, seemingly enjoying its treat.
"oh, grrdness..." Sans muttered, deterring a chuckle from escaping his smiling visage as he silently walked away from the creature, specifically past an undead horse mount that he paid little mind too. He was more focused on not getting eaten by a hulking mass of meat.
The blue-jacketed creature kept his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes in the creature until he was far enough away from it. Roughly twenty feet or so. It still wasn't looking at him, either due to the darkness, its eyesight, or simply thanks to the tree. Sans sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing.
Just then, to his bottom right, a flash of color reflected off of the ground, causing the skeleton to hop into the air a bit. He whirled around, seeing a rather peculiar sight. There were three individuals, one with a large glowing orb in its hand. The orb-wielder was virtually indistinguishable thanks to a cloak overlapping its head and back. Another, slightly shorter person stood next to him, and he couldn't even tell what he looked like. The only person who could even get a description from was the woman being held by the cloaked man. She had red eyes, and was curled up into a ball like some kind of toddler.
The stout skeleton stood there, staring at what was going on in front of him. One, more impulsive part of him wanted to intervene. Find out what was going on. But his other half begged him not too. It was best he kept moving. Find his brother.
He remained as still as a statue, mentally arguing with himself over what to do.
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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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