Skelepun. wrote:{ Accepted }Underswap! Sans | ☠ | Male | ☠ | Waterfall - Temmie Village. |☠ | Open for interaction.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
✧ - Well this is odd. They weren't talking how they usually did with a 'howdy' and a seemingly uncomfortable smile, she was communicating just like the little village of Flowey's and the thought made the edges of his smile twitch up a little more than usual. "Why're you talking like that, Temmie?" The skeleton asks with the tone of a curious child who had just discovered something new and confusing to them. Although, they don't get to say much else as the cat / dog creature leaps towards them and begins to purr, a noise very uncommon from their best friend.
Temmie
Temmie | ♫ | Female | ♫ | Temmie Village | ♫ | With Underswap!Sans
♫ - Temmie looks up at the skeleton again. "You not Sansy. So who are?" Tem asks, sniffing the skeleton lightly.Hmm, he still smelled the same, but there's no way this was that same grumpy skeleton. Tem jumps up on top of the skeleton's head, prodding the top of his skull with her paw. "Huh? You smells like him, but looks more like Pappy."
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Relicarn wrote:Gaster vaguely registered voices bouncing around the ruins, and decided to pull himself upright to investigate, very tentatively streaching out his stiff bones.
He shambled through the Ruins, sending glares towards traps when he sets them off, bones sore and bruised from one too many falls through thin floors.
He wished he had Papyrus to help him.
As smart as the scientist was, he was terrible when it came to applying his brains to something practical like puzzles, and after so long in the void his abysmal skills had only grown worse.
After what should have been a relatively short stroll, but ended up being a long treck, be reached the location he was looking for.
Toriel's house.
Old guilt nagged at him as he remembered promising Toriel he wouldn't tell her husband where she was living after her self-imposed exile. He'd hated keeping the secret, especially after Asgore had broken down at Toriel's disappearance.
Such a long time ago.
Was it?
He heard a voice again inside the house, and, after a contemplative pause, decided to do the polite thing, and knock, boney knuckles connecting with the door with a hollow thudding.
Frisk
Frisk | ♥ | Female | ♥ | Ruins - Toriel's House | ♥ | Open for interaction
♥ - A knocking on the door startles Frisk from their slight nap. "Huh? Who's there?" Frisk jumps out of the chair, looking around the room, only to hear the knocking at the door again. A visitor? Well.. might as well see who it is. Frisk walks themself to the door, opening it slightly to peek out. In front of their eyes is a figure, one they've only seen in dreams. Just the man they've been looking for. "Hello." Frisk says nervously. "I've heard about you."
