Posts by — SANS

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]sONIC UNDERGROUNNND T
    THEY MADE A VOW THEIR MOTHER WOULD BE FOUND
    SONICUNDERGROUND
    my shit
    oK ME TOO


    "I was only 9 years old I loved sonic so much, I had all the merchandise and movies...
    I pray to sonic every night before bed thanking him for the speed I've been given.
    gotta go fast, i say. gotta go fast.
    gaster overhears me and calls me a faggot
    I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for sonic
    I called him a lonely old man
    He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
    Im crying now, and my face hurts
    I lay in bed and its really cold
    A cold breeze runs against my bones
    I feel something near me
    ITS SONIC
    I AM SO HAPPY
    "
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    HIS NAME WAS MANIC
    OK
    MANIC


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    sans: do you exist
    sans: good lets fuck


    jK IM


    SMAP PLEASE JUST GO TO SLEEP ARE YOU OKAY


    sans would cry if someone said that to him,,
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]http://pyx-3.pretendyoure.xyz/zy/game.jsp#game=27


    SORRY TO POP IN BUT IF YOU WANT TO JOIN THE PARTY THE PASSWORD IS DICKFINGER
    my brother has ppl spending the night and we are are all sitting in a circle playing cah
    feel free to join



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]CARNY MY BABE WHAT I FUCKING MISSED U
    I SAW AND I WAS LIKE
    THE WAY THEY TYPE IS FAMILIAR
    are u ok
    we're playing town of salem now


    omg cute



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    sOBS I FEEL YOU
    omf lets hope it goes over soon man!! my allergies are just rly bad here


    GUYS I HAVEN"T SLEPT
    IT'S 7;20 AM AND I'VE PLAYED TOWN OF SALEM FOR HOURS SEND HELP




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana;]AH I MISSED YOU TOO
    TBH I DIDN'T KNOW YOU MADE ANOTHER ACCOUNT UNTIL I LOOKED BACK AT SOME OLD THREADS AND WENT LIKE "OH"


    yEAH i'm fine! i got rained on coming from school on friday and i was thoroughly soaked and i think it just may be a cold that'll hopefully blow over pretty soon. and oMF TOWN OF SALEM. i really should be sleeping but i hadn't been on all day sO

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] Sans wasn't fond of the pounding music. He definitely wasn't happy with all of the noise. Well, Green Day wasn't all that bad, but some music just... Confused him. It was rare he listened to music now. He only listened when he lived with Blue. But he was dead. Dead, dead, and dusted. The mercenary approached the room, ears pinned to his skull and scarf dragging slightly against the floors of the temple. "The fuck is this? Music exists here too?" He questioned at first, dropping his demeanor for a moment for pure curiosity.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] Sans approached, tail curled along the top of his back, spiraling up and held high. However, hearing strained gasps for air, it lowered in the slightest, his eyes dulling. The sound of it was something of a panic attack. Either that, or tears. Either way, he didn't like the sound. Even when he killed, he liked to see the fear in their eyes. He liked to have the control.


    He never really enjoyed seeing others... Upset. "Hey, uh, breathe deeper, kiddo," Sans inhaled deeply just to amplify it. It sounded like he was straining, as if being nice was... Difficult. Confusing. "Counts of seven." He stated shortly.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] Sans growled under his breath. Fucking Mango was back again. These fruity Shadowclanners were pushing him to the edge of his patience. Maybe they just wanted to know what happened when he got tired of their shit. Still, he tried to have some sympathy. Aparently, their friend died, he was their friend, he came back, bt he didn't remember it and was being an asshole. Would he... Do the same for Blue? Of course. He would do everything he could to make him remember, to make him feel better.


    But that was different. He had Blue were soul mates, through and through. He would never forget. He couldn't. Sans didn't have a soul mate here, he didn't think. There was potential, he could see it in the shadows of a soul. There were small flames that died out, leaving a scorch on someone's heart, some bigger than others. Really, it was strange. The only person he had gotten affection from, otherwise, was Grillby. And they were nothing close to soul mates. Blue was his one and only, and of course, with secondary partners. He never expected to see so many people, regardless of timeline. So far, Sang-bro was one of the ones close to him that hadn't been seared, but their bond was... Strong.


    "What is it?" He muttered, looking her up and down for a weapon, shoulders full of tension and eyes lingering about her pelt for a sign of danger. He read her face like a book, cautious, searching for a quiver of emotion. It didn't seem like her intentions were violent. He hummed under his breath, as if accepting that she were in his presence: a tick he always had. "What is so... Important?" It sounded more like a statement than a question, a voice that demanded an answer.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] Sans glanced down at Paintedkit, a frown marked across his expression. The kid was too friendly for her own good. Then again, a lot of the people here were. Another joiner, another one that seemed... familiar. Again. He was sure when he heard their name he would know from the journals, having taken his owns notes of reaccuring names. Maybe this would be one of them, someone who affected him greatly before this... Change.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]sorry i was gone today man some people were over and i am just really tired and i was job hunting
    ill get back up on my posts tomorrow, promise



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]If he hadn't read his journals, he would have no fucking idea what was happening. There were no meetings where he was from, other than the couple in the Royal Guard and Scientists Convention. He remembered having to go with Gaster once, posing as a child and giving a scowl to everyone he saw. It was the only gathering he ever went to, aside from public executions, rapes, or mass Murders. Maybe they wouldn't be the same here. It would be interesting if they did.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]Hey guys
    my hands fucking HU r t
    I climbed a tree and it hurt and I broke a bottle and accidentally punched a wall and my hand was bleeding and it's gross
    I cal still type without it hurting though God bless honestly


    how are u guys



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]Im actually surprisingly okay for the situation
    tackle my pms if you need to talk abt it! sorry you're stressing though



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    Four days, and he finished the journals. Reading them, detail for detail, and taking notes on his own words. Recurring characters. His feelings toward them from before. He didn't dare show them to anyone, but he was a scientist, after all. He was trying to figure out what happened, what went wrong, and why he didn't lad back in that 'memory room'. So far, he assumed it had something to do with the save points. Last-him didn't see them until recently, but Sans saw them all over the territory. The Basin, the Temple, the Arch, The Skeleton.The ones he saw in his time here, so far.


    While he did know a lot more about where he was now and why, he still had questions. Sans shoved the book away, confusion written all over his expression. "I'm confused." He growled out to anyone that could hear his words. "What the hell is wrong with this place? It doesn't have executions? Almost every place has public executions." It wasn't lie he missed them. Not entirely. He was just... Puzzled.
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    Sans moved forward, huffing under his breath. Someone else he knew before he 'lost' his memory. He could tell, they had ties through their souls, and his name was spoken. His ear flicked in annoyance. They were so.. Small. Or at least, she appeared that way, with the way she was crouching down and looking terrified of everything. Weak. His friends were pathetic. This was why he didn't keep them. "Yeah, that's me. What's your name and business, kid?" He mentally raked over his notes.


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    c;


    Drunk. Of course. He snickered under his breath, tapping the ground beside him as if asking him to take a seat. Out here, all alone... Sans almost considered ripping his throat out and tossing him into the water. Almost. His urges to kill were always there, but he knew better than to kill someone within his own clan. In a place like this it was immoral. "Being cool, huh? You don't look so cool." He snorted with a nearly playful judgement.


    "Red. Sans. Whatever, people call me whatever the fuck they want these days." With that, he lifted his bottle and took another drink, throat stinging and hissing from the intrusion. He ignored it rather than savoring the feeling, this time. "Who exactly are you?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;] Gordon. The name was familiar, he knew he read about her in his diaries. He frowned, thought, feeling a twinge of guilt stab into his heart. "Ah... Not really. Don't take it personally. Apparently I offed myself or something like a fucking dumbass - and I came back not knowing shit about anyone here." He shrugged his shoulders. "Know who you are. Just don't have the memories." Sans lifted a paw and tapped his head for emphasis.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify;]thanks man!!


    yeah i can make it, the starter might be kind of passive though, if youre okay with that??


    yOOOO OFc
    that's so cute omfg ye s sans will lowkey think he's adorable
    should they have a thread??


    tHANK U IM REPLYING AGAIN RN
    YEAH I CAN MAKE IT BUT WE SHOULD WIAT UNTIL MEMORIES COME BACK
    alternatively, more memories come back when they do the do



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