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❝ IF YOU GO ON, YOU MIGHT PASS OUT IN A DRAIN PIPE ❞[/fancypost]
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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 sky was dark. toppled buildings set far and wide, the stagnant air ripe with necrotic plight, the thick, heavy clouds that still lingered above and shielded what few lives were left from the artificial sun's illuminating fury. it was a masterpiece, each detail a stroke of brutality upon a canvas of death and sorrow. beneath the canopy of charcoal grey skies, within the smoldering skeletal remains of the core, was a pillar. coated in god knows what, decay having successfully turned the once ivory surface into a dark and chipped grey.. not that it mattered. that was normality in this place. within his hand was a segment of bone - part of a skull. odd, it was almost like a human holding a thick strip of their own flesh. the charred skull fragment—splintered across the facial region, separating the left eye socket- rested in the palm of his pale hand, scraping away the burnt dust and dirt with the tip of his bony finger. upon the first ray of light that indicated the opening of the judgement hall's core, he began.
[b]* i heard you killed my bro.
his single pupil glittered against the near onyx backdrop of the place, lifting to focus on the child. they seemed scared, unwilling. almost as if they hadnt meant it. sans nearly snorted in indignation. were they not [i]compassionate to gut the damned thing and erase it? were they not merciful to put a broken, dying city out of its misery? he watched the fingers curl into the hem of their sweater, anxiety clawing at their chest as sans glanced back down at the skull fragment. yes, he had heard this child killed his brother.. a slow, steady grin began to curve his teeth impossibly wide, a treacherous stretch of jaws and teeth that split his face from (metaphorically speaking) ear to ear. a sharp laugh was ripped from his throat so forcefully that frisk had jolted back against the door, the skeleton leaning forward into the single ray of light, seeming.. jubilant. sans winked his empty eyesocket, tossing the fragment behind him and shoving his bony hands into the deep pockets of his coat.
* heheh, did you have a [/i][b]GOOD TIME?
he woke then. consciousness seeping into his mind, though he remained unmoving, untouched - staring at the far wall of his room with an expression void of any and all emotion. vacant in a nearly alarming way - trying to stifle all thoughts of that ending before they began. the skelecat would have appeared dead to anyone that seen him, if it were not for the glowing tendrils of smoke that constantly lifted from his one pupil. the kid hadnt meant to kill papyrus. they had, after all, bawled their eyes out right there in the judgement hall. sans had felt as if he would vomit at their indecent display of weakness - did they honestly think he cared if that sonofabitch died? he fuckin' hated his brother with an unrivaled passion, despite all he had gone through to keep him alive and prevent gaster from causing him any harm. or, any more harm. if it had done any good, he honestly could not say that he knew. once papyrus had been released, and gaster thrown into the void, they did not speak of it.
sans finally moved, rolling onto his side before pushing himself up onto his bony paws. he needed a quick breather, or else he was going to go crazy. again. the skeletal feline heaved a sigh, then started towards the wooded area that surrounded the exiles village, shaking his head a bit. man, he was trying hard to stop thinking about his timeline, despite the fact that he had willfully surrounded himself with the very same amount of violence by joining the exiles. it didnt really matter now - he'd been here for too long, going anywhere else would just be.. weird. settling beneath a tree, the skelecat conjured a cigarette, lighting it up and putting it between the points of his shark-like teeth.
[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 | single | pansexual aromantic | glowing red ectotongue | #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, african lion, gasterblaster cerberus | time control | phasing/ghostmode | molecule manipulation
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
