where are the кηινєѕ.

          “ Well, if it isn’t my favorite sans-brother           skeleton? It’s just as tragic the [hundredth]            time. Well, don’t be too sad... “

smirking maroon irises s w i n g down from a nearby branch, a mane of amber locks following in their wake. their joyous giggling had given them away mere seconds ago, and only subsided to choke out a lone syllable; 

          “ Die. ”

tiny hands pack a portion of a nearby snow poff into a hard, unforgiving dodecahedron ball, thrown up and down a few times in hand to ensure maximum stability. the child reels their arm back and gives it a mighty throw, thudding satisfyingly into the back of the other’s skull. giggling, chara rubs their reddening hands together, working warmth into their freezing digits.

          “ That didn’t work, huh? Well, you should           do me a favor and just drop dead. It’d           SAVE us all a lot of time - and we all know           you need a lot of that. ”

          “ His favorite was burgers, wasn’t it?           Or maybe it was fries...  He never ate           his food, so I could never tell. I guess           it doesn’t matter, though... Now that           he’s  g o n e. “

with these words from the door frame, wisps of dust seemed to gather ‘round the child’s light footfalls, a lethal breadcrumb path taken towards the bar seat. they hopped onto the chair with an uncharacteristic difficulty, illuminating the counter with a grin that had seen the deaths of countless SOULS. 

          “ Huh, it’s weird... you sorta remind me of           a pair of skeletons I used to know. They           were pretty funny - you should have seen           their faces as they turned to dust. “

          “ What are you trying to prove with an           outfit like that? Even if you’re dressed            the part, the συтcσмє won’t change. “ 

          “ You’re looking kind of pale there...           almost like you’ve seen a human or           something. Don’t worry, I stopped           being one of those a while ago. “

         “ 'Oh no, how terrible. A copy of myself?           That’s impossible... I must be dreaming...’ “

          “ That ᴋ ɴ ɪ ғ ᴇ in your hand... “

          interesting. you want to go back.                     back to the world you d e s t r o y e d.                               you think you are above cσηѕєqυєηcєѕ.                                         perhaps, we can come to an agreement.

                                  you will give me your SOUL.