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[justribbing]

hey, it's sans.

y'know, looking back? it's been pretty interesting.

i mean, look at us. we've got some basic amenities, power, even phones and the best internet you can make banging rocks together. we've got a community and everything, hey! nothing quite like the stale smell of desperation to really bring people together. but i've heard more than one of us ask what this war's really good for. for us.

makes a guy think about something other than starrs for a change. (yeah, see what i did there? you just dated yourself.)

anyway there's an actual point to this. see, being a good little soldier really tuckered the kid out, so frisk's gone on a vacation. some of you probably have questions. before you do, i want you to think about how much pressure kids should take. and maybe, y'know, lay off a little.

i'll keep you posted. see ya.

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[ There is absolutely nothing Sans can do to make this right, or even better, let alone easier to deal with for his brother. It's a miserable thing to witness, sadness on such an effervescent monster like Papyrus, and he can only imagine how much more miserable the guy feels.

Oh, geez. ]

Pap...

[ Yeah. I'm sorry really doesn't cut it. It's the second time in this castle he's failed to-- ]

Ok. Yeah, sure. Thought you might ask, so--

[ He hikes up the hem of his shirt, and with some effort, extracts from under it a bundled up blanket that he'd wedged up inside his ribcage and the empty space where a stomach would be -- if, you know, he was more than magical bones and a monster soul.

This bundle is carefully unwrapped on the space beside Papyrus on the bed, until a jar aglow with the pink light of a soul shining with determination emerges in the cradle of his hands. ]

...Hey, buddy.

[ The jar still feels warm, somehow. As he sits on the crumpled heap of blanket by the other skeleton's side, Sans addresses the soft illumination as he begins to pass the jar to his brother. Honestly? He doesn't know if Frisk can hear him, or even knows they're there, but... talking to them? Makes him feel just slightly better. ]

Uh. Pap's here, wants to say hi.

[macaboney]

[He doesn't want to be miserable. It's not the way he is. He usually stays optimistic no matter what happens. Not just because it's just the best way to be, but because... he has to. He's spent so long confident in the simple fact that he can never give up, if not for himself but for everyone around him. Even when things looked to be their worst, he had to stay confident that things would work out.

But... it's hard to keep smiling when one of the people you smile for won't be able to see it.

He hastily tries to rub at his eyesockets as Sans pulls the jar out from its hiding place, but the glow filters in from between his fingers, and he pulls his hands away to see the small soul cradled within the glass.]

Frisk...

[He carefully takes the jar from Sans, makes sure his grip is firm before he lifts it up to eye level.]

Oh Frisk... I'm so glad you're still here. I was very worried for a second there...

[He tries to laugh softly.]

I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you when you needed me. But... you have to hold on, all right? You know I believe in you, so... I'm sure with that on your side, you'll come back to us in no time! Just... just remember your friends are waiting for you. You don't want to test my patience, do you?

[He looks back at Sans, forces a small smile.]

I... I should let you rest, but I'll check on you every day, okay, Frisk? I'll keep motivating you! So just... do your best!