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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 490px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]the felidae let out a sigh - his breath billowing around him like veils of silver, falling away into the corpse-scented forest to be lost among the flurries of white that glided from the clouds above to settle on the earth. a cold wind whispered through the skeletal trees, as the fighting to shine through to the ground. sans sneezed a bit as a snokeflake landed directly on his snout, a low growl resonating from the back of his throat as he tugged his hood up over his head. snow was annoying as all hell. even after living in it for so long, whenever this timeline cursed him with snow, the skelecat got a bit grumpy. he wasnt used to having flesh and nerves, or feeling the cold at all. it made him miss being just a simple skeleton again.

the underfell timeline was very strange. sure, there were days where you could step outside and the someone was leaning over someone else, their chest carved open and pried to either side, organs carefully removed and butterfly pinned to the ground. maybe the lungs were moving, the heart beating, that foolish mortal conception of hope long gone. (you would just carry on with your day, ignoring the scent of stale blood when you return home that evening.) sure, everyone hated everyone else. brother turned on brother, mother turned on child, and so on. but, there was one good thing that came out of it - sans didnt care. at all.

there was nothing he cared about, nothing that would make him mad or rile him up. or.. there hadnt been. there were two people in this timeline that he protected and - god forbid - loved. other than that, the skeletal feline just.. didnt give a shit. it was easier that way. his single pupil spotted idol out of the corner of his eyesocket, head tipping in his direction and tail flicking. he was another version of mettaton, that much was obvious. sans hadnt quite put his finger on which timeline just yet, but he would. after whisking his long tongue over his jaws, the feline began his approach.[b] * hey-a, idol. whats shakin'?

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS]GENERAL ;
underfell 'sans' dreemurr | npc xx npc | male | ageless | immortal | smol and violent | alcoholic | black domestic feline with white skeleton markings | shark-like teeth, one gold-plated canine | black eyes, left pupil glows red | glowing red ectotongue | pansexual grey-demiromantic | dating gleefulcomic | #UNDERFELLSANS

POWERS;
all free powers | ability to glow [firebrick red, left pupil and tongue] | mutations [red acidic tongue, can digest blood] | ability to give and take pain | custom pelt [bone markings] | black blood/spit/tears, shapeshifting [dire wolf, domestic feline, gasterblaster cerberus | time control | phasing/ghostmode | molecule manipulation | replaced body part [snake jaw, can unhinge] | teleportation | emotion manipulation | super strength

INTERACTION;
extreme physically | impossible mentally | sadist | level 1 | 1hp | only fights with magic | will not harm children | attack in bolded firebrick | pm for capture or major injury | no apprentice | has a deeply hidden sense of mercy | can powerplay affection / non-violent actions

LINKS;
[color=firebrick]thread hub

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 490px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]man, this guy was going to fuckin' overdose or some shit. that, of course, was not to say that he didnt start laughing anyway - a deep, gravelly sound that didnt sound like it should be coming from such a small feline. in height, mind you. [b]* damn, i like you already. he grinned, exposing the one gold-plated canine that resided on the left side of his maw. may as well start making medication jokes. * i see you like taking meds. i think you need a good dose of vitamin me. had he still had opposable thumbs, the classic 'snap and point' gesture would have made that line complete. unfortunately, on account of being a damned cat now, he could only waggle his forepaws in what seemed to be improvisation to make up for the lack.

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS]GENERAL ;
underfell 'sans' dreemurr | npc xx npc | male | ageless | immortal | smol and violent | alcoholic | black domestic feline with white skeleton markings | shark-like teeth, one gold-plated canine | black eyes, left pupil glows red | glowing red ectotongue | pansexual grey-demiromantic | dating gleefulcomic | #UNDERFELLSANS

POWERS;
all free powers | ability to glow [firebrick red, left pupil and tongue] | mutations [red acidic tongue, can digest blood] | ability to give and take pain | custom pelt [bone markings] | black blood/spit/tears, shapeshifting [dire wolf, domestic feline, gasterblaster cerberus | time control | phasing/ghostmode | molecule manipulation | replaced body part [snake jaw, can unhinge] | teleportation | emotion manipulation | super strength

INTERACTION;
extreme physically | impossible mentally | sadist | level 1 | 1hp | only fights with magic | will not harm children | attack in bolded firebrick | pm for capture or major injury | no apprentice | has a deeply hidden sense of mercy | can powerplay affection / non-violent actions

LINKS;
[color=firebrick]thread hub

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 490px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]sans appreciated the use of his non-deadly forearm while idol returned the gesture, seeing as how he didnt want to risk accidentally seeing what that thing could do. honestly, if the skelecat was wounded in any way, he would die. just like that. of course, he would regenerate, but it still was a pretty shitty experience altogether. so he was just a tad bit paranoid about the weapon-limb. [b]* yeah, i know. ive got tons. he responded because, well, it was true. about ninety-eight percent of his brain power was used as pun storage. the feline chuckled a bit, before clearing his throat. * heh, so. anyway. how're you gettin' along here? settlin' in alright?

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS]GENERAL ;
underfell 'sans' dreemurr | npc xx npc | male | ageless | immortal | smol and violent | alcoholic | black domestic feline with white skeleton markings | shark-like teeth, one gold-plated canine | black eyes, left pupil glows red | glowing red ectotongue | pansexual grey-demiromantic | dating gleefulcomic | #UNDERFELLSANS

POWERS;
all free powers | ability to glow [firebrick red, left pupil and tongue] | mutations [red acidic tongue, can digest blood] | ability to give and take pain | custom pelt [bone markings] | black blood/spit/tears, shapeshifting [dire wolf, domestic feline, gasterblaster cerberus | time control | phasing/ghostmode | molecule manipulation | replaced body part [snake jaw, can unhinge] | teleportation | emotion manipulation | super strength

INTERACTION;
extreme physically | impossible mentally | sadist | level 1 | 1hp | only fights with magic | will not harm children | attack in bolded firebrick | pm for capture or major injury | no apprentice | has a deeply hidden sense of mercy | can powerplay affection / non-violent actions

LINKS;
[color=firebrick]thread hub

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 490px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]sans quirked a fictional brow, his grin widening a bit. most newcomers didnt find this place too pleasant; plus, the exilers had a bad habit of giving them shit while they settled in. so, hey, it was pretty great that he was doing alright-ish. if he ended up collapsing from those pills, though, sans wasnt going to know what to do.[b] * glad to hear it. he rumbled, unsheathing his white claws to scratch the part of his chest that wasnt covered by his coat. though as he conjured the next bottle, his single pupil fixated on it, listening to what he was saying. * oh shit, forreal? hell yeah i want it! aw, man, when was the last time he got high? using his magic to retrieve them - the little bottle engulfed in a cherry-red glow - he popped the top and shook a few into the pad of his paw. * lets get fuuuucked up. he drawled, opening his mouth to reveal his long, gooey tongue, tossing some of the pills in next to the little golden piercing.

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS]GENERAL ;
underfell 'sans' dreemurr | npc xx npc | male | ageless | immortal | smol and violent | alcoholic | black domestic feline with white skeleton markings | shark-like teeth, one gold-plated canine | black eyes, left pupil glows red | glowing red ectotongue | pansexual grey-demiromantic | dating gleefulcomic | #UNDERFELLSANS

POWERS;
all free powers | ability to glow [firebrick red, left pupil and tongue] | mutations [red acidic tongue, can digest blood] | ability to give and take pain | custom pelt [bone markings] | black blood/spit/tears, shapeshifting [dire wolf, domestic feline, gasterblaster cerberus | time control | phasing/ghostmode | molecule manipulation | replaced body part [snake jaw, can unhinge] | teleportation | emotion manipulation | super strength

INTERACTION;
extreme physically | impossible mentally | sadist | level 1 | 1hp | only fights with magic | will not harm children | attack in bolded firebrick | pm for capture or major injury | no apprentice | has a deeply hidden sense of mercy | can powerplay affection / non-violent actions

LINKS;
[color=firebrick]thread hub