A; October 1 [Sans is not having the greatest morning.
First of all, his bed is a bed and not a mattress. It's also a lot smaller, so he rolled right off it and onto the floor. Wait, no, first of all falling off the bed meant he's up way earlier than he wants to be. But third of all--or something--he's in a weird room, in a weird house that definitely isn't is. Fourth of all, at some point he realizes he's all weird and squishy and human. A human who needs glasses, apparently, because he can't see a thing unless he's got it held an arm's length away from him.
But he finds some glasses and he puts on the first shirt that he finds in the closet and stumbles outside and--
He sees the sky.
And he just stands there, on the lawn, like a weirdo in bunny slippers, staring up at nothing.]
B; Gelatin Molds [It's a good thing someone is providing food, maybe. Sans, at least, accepts the gelatin mold with unrestrained glee. You may catch him bringing the thing back in the direction of the house he apparently lives in now, or you may be one of the unlucky people living there too. Either way, Sans is going to shove it in your face.]
Look at this, it's hilarious. [It's like a moldsmal, but made of (maybe) food!]
C; Always Respect the Dead [It's funny--Sans doesn't realize the problem at first, because while his jack-o-lanterns are terribly made and aggressively lazy (one which is definitely not doing anything to help just has "sans" written on it in marker), he has them lit up for Halloween because that's part of the fun. But there's no way Sans would think to check if they were still lit, especially when he passes out on the couch.
Anyway, that's how Sans wakes up to three very dead-looking kids smashing the front window and trying with more success than he was prepared for to eat his fucking arm, what the hell. At least, for once in his life, he has a size advantage.
He's still trying to process that he's bleeding and what that means as he ducks outside, slamming the door in the faces of the pack of children.]
Do human kids take Halloween this seriously everywhere? [His laugh is half-hysterical. They're going to be climbing out of that broken window again soon, he's sure of it.]
Sans the (former) Skeleton | OTA
[Sans is not having the greatest morning.
First of all, his bed is a bed and not a mattress. It's also a lot smaller, so he rolled right off it and onto the floor. Wait, no, first of all falling off the bed meant he's up way earlier than he wants to be. But third of all--or something--he's in a weird room, in a weird house that definitely isn't is. Fourth of all, at some point he realizes he's all weird and squishy and human. A human who needs glasses, apparently, because he can't see a thing unless he's got it held an arm's length away from him.
But he finds some glasses and he puts on the first shirt that he finds in the closet and stumbles outside and--
He sees the sky.
And he just stands there, on the lawn, like a weirdo in bunny slippers, staring up at nothing.]
B; Gelatin Molds
[It's a good thing someone is providing food, maybe. Sans, at least, accepts the gelatin mold with unrestrained glee. You may catch him bringing the thing back in the direction of the house he apparently lives in now, or you may be one of the unlucky people living there too. Either way, Sans is going to shove it in your face.]
Look at this, it's hilarious. [It's like a moldsmal, but made of (maybe) food!]
C; Always Respect the Dead
[It's funny--Sans doesn't realize the problem at first, because while his jack-o-lanterns are terribly made and aggressively lazy (one which is definitely not doing anything to help just has "sans" written on it in marker), he has them lit up for Halloween because that's part of the fun. But there's no way Sans would think to check if they were still lit, especially when he passes out on the couch.
Anyway, that's how Sans wakes up to three very dead-looking kids smashing the front window and trying with more success than he was prepared for to eat his fucking arm, what the hell. At least, for once in his life, he has a size advantage.
He's still trying to process that he's bleeding and what that means as he ducks outside, slamming the door in the faces of the pack of children.]
Do human kids take Halloween this seriously everywhere? [His laugh is half-hysterical. They're going to be climbing out of that broken window again soon, he's sure of it.]