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i fucking love memes
hello everyone
i finally finished my project w my friend
hELLO
someone should post in the help den or general board like 'do u like memes'
'change ur profile pic to this'
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]Sans sighed in the slightest, chewing on his cheek. "Yeah. I could." He simply stated with a shrug, as if he hardly cared about the subject of death. If it were to grace him with it's presence, he simply wouldn't mind. He wasn't completely suicidal anymore, but he felt no value in life. "It's better than old habits. Still no good. But better. At least I don't hurt myself anymore. I haven't really lashed out at anyone in a while. I'm not hurting anyone but myself. That's the thing when people don't really care about you, you don't hurt anybody." The canine mused.
( shit me too )
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Sans had rather liked sciencey stuff. Physics was what he knew most about, and his favorite thing to study was timelines. While Gaster had forced the information on him at first, the books he had been left to study were his only company. Sans had watched the things Gaster would do that weren't harmful to him or Papyrus and take notes. It was the only thing Sans had liked to do in this traumatic past. He seemed a little surprised when French started a conversation, but he moved over slightly to allow room for her.
As for the body, it just seemed to happen when he crossed the Barrier and turned into a fucking dog. Sans had been a skeleton in The Underground before all of this, and the markings seemed to come with him. Strangely, his other clothes had gone, but his scarf and save point necklace and remained. He didn't mind the change. Papyrus made him walk around on all fours a lot. Sick freak.
"O-Oh, hey. French, right?" Sans pronounced, remembering the light pun that had happened about her name at some point down the road. His red eyes glowed lightly, feeling slightly anxious. He breathed in through his nose, relaxing slightly and letting his shoulder droop.
( nvm lmao )
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]"What can I get you, dude?" Sans would ask simply after a sigh, letting his kindness escape him. He knew he was likely dead, and he had been surrounded by death his enitre life. Sans just wanted to make this process easier for him. The canine clenched his jaw, wondering what he was going to say before he broke into the fit.
( tRACK )
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]He surely hoped that wasn't a bad thing. While Sans was good in larger crowds, he was bad with one on one contact. Afterall, they could ask him anything or dig into his personal life when he wasn't in public. They could do anything to him when he was alone. Sans had gone to a few royal parties as a child, and those were his favorite moments. They were still bad, but his favorite. Gaster would treat him like a son, not wanting anyone to know of the experiments. Sans hadn't been bothered when he was in public. In private? No one but Gaster and Papyrus knew exactly what happened within the laboratory walls.
The canine looked to the bird, before fluttering his gaze up to the felines. He made a mental reminded to talk to Alphys about getting him a new fucking anxiety medication. "Not really. I don't talk to a lot of people, though. Uhm, nothing. Just thinking. What about you, kiddo?"
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]"Mm. Cool." Sans muttered, the light noise being one of thanks. He still had never said thank you in his life. Too polite, too kind, too formal. Kindness would kill you. The canine pressed his jaws down, looking at the other with a soft blink. Pie? If Sans was good at one thing, it was eating. When he did eat, he went on fucking feeding frenzies.
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]"Shit I'm late, I heard something about raids." Sans said, yawning, as he had just been taking a nap.
( shit track bc i should be in bed oops )
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]"Oh, that's cool. I've never been... artsy. More sciency." Wow, great choice of words there, Sansy. He sitll did not understand the point behind the flower crowns. The only flower crowns he'd seen being sported on a body had been Frisk's flowers. Those were not good. They were there because they had died so many times. Why would someone want to do the same? Was it purely decoration? He just wanted to see Frisk's eyes again. They were so pretty before the flowers covered them up.
Sans could not remember a time where he had done one crafty thing. He'd always fight, control his powers, read, research or sleep. The prospect of doing a craft was different for the canine. The most creative thing he'd done was likely make a snowball when he had that little mock-fight with Blueberry and Papyrus. Good Papyrus. Before his Papyrus killed them. His face faltered at the thought slightly. Timelines were difficult.
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Sans looked a little shocked at the lower tone at first, his body moving slightly to look at Euphie's face for any sign of a joke. His eyes were clouded, looking confused, doubtful, maye even... hopeful? He leaned back once more, closing his eyes in an extended blink before opening them again. The emotion on his expression had disappeared, like he'd been trained to do. No one could care for him, no one. He sighed deeply. Sans cared about this kid too, and worried about him a bit as well. However, he couldn't say those things outloud. "Kid, you can't care about me. You hardly know me. My morals, my past, my beliefs, the things I've done... You could hate me. Not to mention, it's dangerous to say those things out loud. Last time someone cared for me they died." The canine said, the last sentence seeming a little bit blunt.
That was when Sans really hated Papyrus. When he killed his friends, the people he cared for after years and years of pain. He just killed them, right in front of him, because he didn't deserve to be loved. Sans chewed on his cheek at the memory, ironically, just hurting himself more.
( rushed )
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JFC YOU GUYS TAKE THIS TORTURING YOUR CHARACTERS THING SERIOUSLY
ok
I'm mobile and too lazy and easily frustrated for that so I'll do them all when I get home & if he doesn't know your character too well I'll edit it again later
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]"Not yet." He correctly, swishing his tail up slightly and bundling it lower between his legs. The male pursed his lips. He could get killed at any second.
( mobile )
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]Sans had only directly told three people he cared for them, in his entire lifetime. Papyrus, Blueberry, and his Papyrus. His Papyrus was been different before, and Sans had loved him like a brother. He had been his only hope that people could be good. Then he changed. Blueberry forgave him from what he did to him, and trusted him despite his past. Despite being an alternate version of himself, Sans had fallen for him. A little narcissistic, perhaps, but he cared for him so much. And Blue's brother, Papyrus, had nearly killed him after he hurt Blue. That's what Sans had wanted. He had wanted to be dead just so he would go back to his normal home. But no, Papyrus cared for his brother. He cared for Blue, and listened to what he said. Sans loved them so much, he felt happy again, despite the nightmares and pain of his past. Once he said he loved them? Once he was happy?
Papyrus killed them right in front of his eyes.
Sans was terrified to care for anyone ever again, and maybe that was why he was so scared even within the safe bounds of Shadowclan. He knew that he was going to be protected and loved, but that was the problem. He would put everyone in danger because of it. The canine pursed his lips, a breath leaving him. Frankly, the affection and attitude toward Euphie was as close as he would get to saying he cared without having a panic attack. His ears flattened slightly at the words, pressing his chest lower to the ground as if he was scared of the sentence. "[color=red]Kid, d-d-don't s-say that, o-okay? Y-You... If you say t-that you care for me, you could die. S-Seriously die. J-Just... d-don't say that. At least not outloud. S-Someone could hear." Sans stuttered anxiously. Euphie couldn't say that, he could get hurt. Saying it again would just be even worse. Sans had to admit, he had insane amounts of paranoia about his brother coming to find him again. Even in an entire different timeline, Papy had come back to haunt him. The skeleton patterned Shadowclanner chewed on his lip.
( jFC
WHY DID YOU STAY UP SO LATE NOWI
DON'T YOU HAVE SCHOOL )
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]He shrugged lightly. He figured life would of been better and he wouldn't be like this if he hadn't been raised in such a traumatic environment. "So, what's your story then, kid?" He would ask with pursed lips.
( mobile )
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]Anxiety had taken him over in a ratherquick manor. He supposed that was what happened when he thought of Papyrus, or how he could come back. How he was going to come back. Sans ran away from the lab? Papyrus came back. He left Snowdin? He came back. He went to another demension? He came back, and then some. He died? Somehow, Sans had been back, and Papyrus found him once again. Why was Shadowclan any different? Sans took quiet but long breaths to calm himself, much less exaggerated than the ones he showed Euphie to get him to settle down. He looked away, slightly ashamed, and flinching at the tiniest movement as if he feared to be hit. Papyrus would hit him if he had an anxiety attack. "Y-Yeah, thanks, kid." Sans said once more, refusing to keep eye contact. I'm just scared, he thought, but the words didn't come out. That would be weak. He noticed the others body language. Shit, he upset him. Sans gave a shaky smile. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't worry a-about it."
( sometimes i forget that older people are on the site omg
you do need more sleep nowi jfc )
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Sans didn't know how he'd react to being in a lab again, now that he thought about it. While he loved to study things and loved science, it was doubtful that he would take the surroundings as okay. After all, he'd been the experiment himself and abused within a laboratory. He remembered being strapped to the table and prodded with objects and cut apart and running through tests, all without pain killers. He shivered when Typeface's name was mentioned. He was too much like his father. Maybe he had a lab exactly like his Dads. That certainly would not be good for his mental health in the slightest.
Perhaps he would of called them nerds, when he had first ended up here. He had changed a lot recently. He'd been a hell of a lot more open about his interests and things that made him happy. His demeanor was just how he was raised, along with the way he spoke. He had been raised to think that pet names could be affectionate or condesewnding, depending on how you used them, and body language was key. However, the most important rule? Never get attached, never show yourself. Always build up your walls. "What all does he teach you?" He asked curiously.
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]"I'll just attack with the raid group, if you don't have anything else for me to do." Sans suggested, piping up slightly. An excuse to fight was just what he needed. How long had it been? His tail wagged as he looked at Twinskeletons.
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]"You should probably take it easy, Rad." Sans said in his monotone voice, ears angled backward slightly. He looked over to the other apprehensively. He had to admit, he'd become rather protective of people here, and hostile to outsiders. No one was going to hurt the people he was beginning to care about ever again, not when he was alive. Papyrus was likely the reason for this, and the worsening nightmares.
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]The nightmares had returned once more at full force. The canine was sitting beside a wall of the temple, sunlight shining on his pelt with a drooping body and tired eyes. It seemed after the worst nightmares, he wouldn't sleep for days at a time, fearing the memories to return while he was unconscious. Today was one of those days. He hadn't slept in four days now, and the pure exhaustion was getting to him. Sans started to hear things, started to hear voices. Sometimes they were nice, sometimes he couldn't get away from them.
"And where the fvck have you been?" One of the voices snarled, urging him to snap his head to the side with alarmed eyes. Papyrus. His jaw clenched, trying to keep it from shaking despite his sudden fear. The fur stood up along his back. "P-Papyrus? L-Leave me a-alone!" He yelled, shaking his head windly as if trying to clear it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what was happening? This couldn't be real. Sans couldn't stop his paws from jittering as a laugh filled his mind. He moved his head again quickly, seeing a flash of red armor and a faint glow disappear behind a tree. He was hallucinating. His breath caught in his throat, desprate and short gasps coming from his lips as he pushed against the tree. His eyes were glowing intensely, his body shaking. "I said leave me the fuck alone, Papyrus! I-If y-you h-hurt anyone h-here, I'll fucking kill you!"
"You can't do anything, Subject One. And how would you kill them, exactly?" Sans couldn't pinpoint where his voice was coming from. It rang through his ears. He covered them with his paws, shutting his eyes tightly. "I d-don't k-know! J-Just don't hurt them! Not like B-Blue, p-please don't. D-Don't hurt them a-and I'll let you do anything, B-Boss. You can have me back. P-Please." Sans said, his voice cracking as he caved. "Emotion. You know what happens when you show emotion, don't you? Do you want that? Pathetic."
Sans felt trapped. He felt the panic set in before he was shaking all over, pressing himself against the wall, fur standing up and breathing erratic. He couldn't breathe. He was seeing things, hearing things no one else could. Fear overcame his entire being as he spoke to himself, paws covering his ears as he quaked.
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SCREECHES AT SAKA
HELLO
gUYS
I MAY OR MAY NOT BE TRYING TO GET SOMEONE TO PLAY PAPYRUS
SO HE CAN ABUSE THE SHIT OUT OF SANS AGAIN
LAUGHS
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=comic sans ms]He swallowed. "Maybe not. You still could. People lie." He said in a quiet tone, flinching as if waiting for him to get hit. He used to get hit if he talked back.
( rushed )
