{ I got'cha~ }
Sans The Skeleton | ☠ | Male | ☠ | Grillby's - Snowdin |☠ | Open for interaction.
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Another reset. Another trip to Grillby's, just like always. No point in trying to do anything else, it'll all just reset and they'll all be left feeling empty and with a strange lingering sense of deja-vu that repeats it's self with each and every reset. Maybe if they're lucky this time, Frisk will decide to do another True end and reset properly, erasing all this repetitive continuation from even Sans' mind. Probably not. They're never happy with the end but in a way, the small skeleton couldn't blame them, they were just trying to help even if it was just messing up more things than usual.
For the first time in half an hour, Sans looks up from the bottle of ketchup in his hand to glance up at his bartender friend only to find he's.. gone??? This hasn't happened before, this has never happened before. Naturally, Sans is more than a little freaked out and attempts to glance over his shoulder at the other patrons only to find himself unable, it was as if some invisible force was pushing him back, again and again and again. Lagging. Was he lagging? Sans had experienced lag spikes before, they all had. The skeleton wasn't sure if such a corruption was caused by the anomaly or not but this was lasting a lot longer than usual.
By the time Sans could move again, he had somehow glitched all the way to the outside of Grillby's and was staring in a mix of abstract horror and confusion. A few textures and colours had been switched here and there before glitching back to normal and all of a sudden, there was an odd figure standing across the way that was giving him bad vibes. Big time.
For the first time in half an hour, Sans looks up from the bottle of ketchup in his hand to glance up at his bartender friend only to find he's.. gone??? This hasn't happened before, this has never happened before. Naturally, Sans is more than a little freaked out and attempts to glance over his shoulder at the other patrons only to find himself unable, it was as if some invisible force was pushing him back, again and again and again. Lagging. Was he lagging? Sans had experienced lag spikes before, they all had. The skeleton wasn't sure if such a corruption was caused by the anomaly or not but this was lasting a lot longer than usual.
By the time Sans could move again, he had somehow glitched all the way to the outside of Grillby's and was staring in a mix of abstract horror and confusion. A few textures and colours had been switched here and there before glitching back to normal and all of a sudden, there was an odd figure standing across the way that was giving him bad vibes. Big time.
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Underfell! Papyrus | ☠ | Male | ☠ | Just before the mist. |☠ | Open for interaction.
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❥ How'd he get out here? Where was here? It looked like Snowdin but something about it was horribly off, the town had a gentle feel to it, there was Christmas lights everywhere, presents under a living tree, everyone seemed either happy or confused, what had happened here a few moments ago?
