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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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Welp- 1/2

[achievementhunter]

[He doesn't have to worry; they're already out the door. And the first location on their agenda is his room- Frisk's room, more importantly. Their steps are quick, just short of running, and they're blind to anyone they might pass on the way, pushing the door open so hard it slams against the wall-

But nobody came.

...A frustrated exhale. There's nothing here; just two empty beds, rumpled from use. One more rumpled than the other.

It's not Sans', for once. There's a little pot on the bedside table; a few flowers growing inside that have yet to bloom...figures that they'd be into taking care of them.

Chara almost leaves when it catches their eye- and closer examination yields...something, at least. Frisk must have dropped the flower under their bed, at some point. No one told them you aren't supposed to cut the stems straight; they live longer if you slice at an angle.]