skelepun | futurology

[Thanks to Sans' insistent meddling, Mettaton's found himself without his communications device, annoyed, and fuming. It was just a discussion! What, was he a child? He can handle his own matters.

He quickly reaches his hand forward, trying to snatch his necklace back out of the skeleton's grip.]

Don't recall asking to cut to break, sweetheart.

Edited 2017-03-13 04:00 (UTC)

[ They're just doing silly arts and crafts- macaroni pictures, naturally. Papyrus has chosen to actually take this to a three dimensional level, by using the noodles to make a statue of... himself. It's going better than one might think it would, but it's definitely eighty-percent glue. He's added glitter, courtesy of Mettaton's personal collection. He hasn't told Mettaton.

When the news breaks that Percy's been found, and a cure's been developed, Papyrus is instantly on his feet and running to grab his cloak from his room. ]

SANS!! I HAVE TO GO!! THEY KNOW WHERE PERCY IS!

Hey. You busy?
(Napping doesn't count!!)

Edited 2017-04-03 06:42 (UTC)

I was wrong about Percy being a taraxa. It was an easy mistake to make, but we know everything we need to know about him now.

[text cannot convey how dead she is inside after that.]

[Out of the goodness of his heart, Mettaton has spent the entire day making cakes as a thank-you gift for anyone kind enough to come to his party. Each one of them was made special and unique, tailored to each, individual guest, and baked with lots and lots of love.

Outside of Sans' hotel room, he'll find a plastic bottle of ketchup with a sticky-note slapped onto it. The note reads:

I didn't invite you.

- MTT.]

[At Sans' door is a box. It contains:

-500G
-a package of pop rocks (from the vending machine)
-a glossy photo of Papyrus and spaghetti (one of Mettaton could not be found, thus was substituted with the next best thing)
-no note]

[This isn't really a message Mettaton wants to send off. The reasons behind every event leading to this are personal and a celebrity is permitted their private life, aren't they?

...But the rest of the Monsters have to know. Undyne would confront Asher with violence, Papyrus with chipper reasoning, and both would out themselves. He needs to speak with someone who, without a shadow of a doubt, would never act.

He has to talk to Sans.]

We have a situation.

Someone recently found out that I have a weakness against humans. You know what weakness I'm talking about.

If they find out that you're the same as me, you could all be in danger.

hey, um

[Asher Millstone has always been the fragile sort.

Perhaps months ago, the question Sans asked would have garnered a different reaction. Today, however, the law student worries about what that supposedly innocent inquiry might entail.]

this is probably gonna sound a little weird, but

do i know you from somewhere?

[Aaaaaaaand lucky number seven. What a day, eh? Hours filled with heartfelt goodbyes, award-worthy tears, loving embraces, and now...

Sans. It's a description all on its own.

Mettaton finds him on his second lap around the castle, near where he found Maya - by the kitchens. Unlike most of the others, their last meeting was... tense. Even knowing that he's leaving, that he might never see Sans again outside of few cursory ALASTAIR parties, it takes a bit to get the will to speak to the skeleton face to face.

You don't bring up Blooky unless you want to be avoided, alright?

Still. Find Sans he does. And like the others, he has a present for him.]

Sansy. ["Hi."]

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action; EVENT - THE SICK AND THE DEAD

text | sometime in the after math

text; just after the percy ordeal

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[text | user: METTATON]

TEXT; UN: I CAN B UR DADDY

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