poisonous flower warning

[justribbing]

To: All Users
From: Sans

Subject: (no subject)
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URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT: The following is an automated message.

Nature of Emergency: poisonous flowers

[ There's an image of a purple flower with a broken stem lying on a stone floor. ]

see that flower? pretty, huh? look but don't touch.
tell me if you've got one. leave it wherever it is and go directly to the infirmary.
do not pass go. do not collect 200G.
the rest of you throw your flower pots over the edge of the bridge or something.
chara is gonna need a few days to recover. check with toriel though and see if you can pay them a visit.
might be nice to. i hear they like chocolate.
sans.

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Comments

[Voice]

[justribbing]

[ There's a pretty lengthy pause.

To be honest, Sans is a little stunned that she's taking charge like this. It's, uh, kinda taken him by surprise. Hadn't really pegged her as the type to get so seriously fired up, but now that he's hearing it?

He's hoping they won't need her to roll up her sleeves at all. ]

Uh... You... Askin' me to announce something?

[ That's his golden opportunity to be less of a useless sack of trash and help out, and this is Sans backing away because no, nope, nuh-uh, he's done. He's done and all he wants to do is make sure his friends don't Fall Down or die, and sleep.

And sleep for DAYS. ]

Listen, it's real great of you to offer, but I ain't your guy.

[Voice]

[hollower]

[Perona opens her mouth, holds up the weird, non-snail like communication device to her mouth, then pauses. She pauses, and only the curious chirp of her two pokemon break the long silence. She was so put upon by the appearance of the toxic flower that Perona didn't really put two and two together until now. She rereads the initial message again and the pieces fall into place. Don't think she didn't at least read that post of yours a few days ago. And now this? Perona's not stupid.

When she replies again, Perona's voice is a little more quiet and subdued.]

...I'll do it - you don't have to. Just take care of yourself, Sans.

[Voice]

[justribbing]

[ A better-adjusted person who, you know, actually manages the whole feelings thing a lot better than he does might have understood where she was coming from.

But Sans doesn't honestly see a problem here, or with how he's dealing with this situation.

In fact, all he sees is another situation in which he's pretty actively avoiding having to, uh, take action. ]

Ok. Uh, thanks. Good luck with that stuff.

[ There are a LOT of better qualified people who will be a lot more willing to be helpful and productive than he is right now, or... ever. ]