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    just making this post here to quickly promote my new account ! it’s been a while since i’ve rped here on tumblr, so kind of at a loss of where to start !     i suppose i should get to the point ! i’d really appreciate it if you could reblog this post if you’re interested in rping with a flowey ! i’m independent & semi-selective, & though i have 6 - 7 years of rping experience under my belt, this’ll be the first time i take up this character !     i’ll be making a more formal promo later on ( as well as working on a proper theme for this account ), however, for now i’d just like to follow anyone interested in writing with me !     anyways, thank you so much, & i hope to interact with you real soon !

“SANS, ITS EITHER THIS OR SHE SLEEPS NEXT TO THE DUMPSTER BEHIND GRILLBY’S! I AM NOT HAVING THAT!”

“WELL, I’M IN THE SNOW, AND I AM FRIENDLY. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MY FRIEND? I CAN MAKE SNOW PEOPLE WITH YOU, IF YOU WANT. I THINK I’M RATHER GOOD AT IT, ACTUALLY.”

His eyes widened from his proposal. He actually wanted to be his friend? He’s a prince after all–but..perhaps this skeleton was friends with his father? And he’s the King! So by that then the difference in status isn’t much of a problem here..

No..the biggest thing that’s making him so fidgety is how shy the little one is. After a moment, Asriel finally gave off a small smile as he spoke,

*Y-you’re okay with me being your friend?

His little heart was so full of joy nevertheless, Asriel was so close to crying too, as a matter of fact.

In an instant, the skeleton his on his knees beside the young prince, already balling up snow in his big red oven mitts. He had already made a snow-Papyrus, so a snow man should certainly be easier. The real fun would happen when the snow man gained consciousness as a monster, just like that other one in the woods.

Hannah managed to sit herself up in the cushions, though it was a little difficult with how plush they were. This room was the living room? Where were the cupboards of drinks? The fireplace? The portraits? Did everyone have a different living room?

The skeleton stands and heads over to the television, turning it on manually and changing the channel to his absolute favorite program- Mettaton’s cooking show. After he is sure that everything is set up, he goes into the kitchen to get cooking.

“DO YOU LIKE SPAGHETTI?”

* Okay, so maybe not sleeping after being awoken by nightmares in the middle of the night was kind of a bad idea. Sans had fallen aleep not long after arriving at his station in Snowdin Forest. It wasn’t like he was a dilligent worker in the first place, but this was world record timing even for him.

* He heard footsteps crunching in the snow, and shortly after a familiar voice yelling something at him, though he couldn’t make it out through his now mostly-asleep haze.

“SANS WAKE UP!”

Papyrus, who had been awake since a very early hour that same morning, decided it might be a good idea to check up on his brother’s station. He had honestly been expecting to not see him there, so at first he was pleased, until he realized that Sans was asleep. Unlike the soon-to-be royal guard, the smaller skeleton actually needed sleep to function.

“YES, THAT IS HUMAN! I KNOW ONE PERSONALLY, SO THEY CANNOT BE EXTINCT. IS IT POSSIBLE THAT WE ARE FROM... DIFFERENT PLANETS?”

“YOU… DO REALIZE THAT IF YOU STARE AT IT, IT WILL NOT BOIL? YOU’RE A SCIENTIST, I THOUGHT YOU KNEW THAT.”

“IT IS ALRIGHT! I FORGET MY SCIENCE SOMETIMES AS WELL! AND I UNDERSTAND THE EXCITEMENT FOR SPAGHETTI, IT IS RATHER AMAZING THAT THESE HUMANS HAVE INVENTED SOME IN A CUP.”

“MAYBE I HAVE NOT HEARD OF IT BECAUSE IT IS SO INCREDIBLY LAME! JUST LIKE YOU! BUT I COULD MOST CERTAINLY BEAT YOU AT ANY PUZZLE GAME, IF I TRIED!”

      These skeletons seem to be able to do a lot without actual organs. Oshare’s face was even turning a red out of pure frustration. Besides, what does he even have to cover up aside from bones. Secretly, he was insecure enough as is when people say just about anything ‘bad’ about his own outfit.

      Which of course, ultimately leads to this kind of situation. The skeleton pointing angrily at the other and challenging them to a fight.

      “If you’re oh so confident about it then let’s get to it!”

Of course, as soon as the game is set up, Papyrus has no idea what he is doing. He stares at the hologram, eye sockets widening, as he attempts to pull himself together and figure this out. He could read books on advanced puzzle design, he could figure this out. ...Right?

He had been stalking this human for quite some time, waiting for them to hear him, or see him, or attack something, or anything. However, they seemed more… Lost than anything. He almost felt like he should help them.

“EXCUSE ME.”

The skeleton steps over the bush he was crouching behind as if it were nothing. He had to help them find their way, it was infuriating to watch! 

The skeleton seemed almost offended by this accusation. Sure, he was rather imposing, and he had the ability to harm people, of course, but he would never do so. At least, not very much. Especially if she was asking for mercy.

“I MUST SAY, I DO GIVE VERY GOOD HUGS!”

Happily, the skeleton crouches down so he can be at about her level, as he was rather tall, and opens his arms. His smile is warm, and very inviting. 

“WELL, YOUR SOUL IS OUT. YOU’RE FINE, DON’T WORRY, IT JUST POPPED OUT FOR A BIT. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, ITS ALL FINE! AND ITS GREEN. ITS REALLY NICE, I PROMISE!”

“GREEN IS A VERY GOOD COLOR! HUMANS HAVE DIFFERENT COLORED SOULS, BUT ALL MONSTERS HAVE WHITE SOULS, SO I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT THE COLORS MEAN- OOF!”

Papyrus is surprised, but not upset, when he is pulled into her for another hug. Hugs were always welcome, especially from someone that was as excited as he was about puzzles, and used the word ‘nifty’.

“Hey, Pap…”

His voice… isn’t entirely right. The way those words come out. The way he’s standing more confidently than your run of the mill Sans. How his stance shifts to subtle aggression. The way he’s eyeing his ‘brother’.

A predatory expression crosses his face, magic slowly beginning to build in preparation.

The blow hurt, quite a lot. Papyrus’ vision dims for a moment, but soon refocuses. His HP goes down, but he wasn’t about to attack Sans. Why would he?

“Why would I do this? Because it’s always more satisfying to take your aggression out on someone who COULD hurt you… but won’t. You’re not even my real brother, you’re just a fraud. My brother’s probably dead.”

So at least <???> is somewhat acknowledging that Judge’s brother is deceased, or at least isn’t in flat-out denial. That’s a refreshing change. “I’ve never acted this way before, because I’m not your brother. I’m hardly even Sans at this point. I’m <???>,” he says, and the words are so alien that they can’t even be processed. “You can call me the Unpronounceable.”

Papyrus is beyond confused, and becoming more than a little bit frantic. This hurt, and even when it wasn’t exactly hurting, it wasn’t comfortable, to say the very least. Everything about this situation made him uncomfortable. The weird color of this not-Sans’ eye, the lack of control, and the words he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

Of course, the skeleton did not yet understand the concept of the timelines, the realities, and their splits and rifts. For now, none of this made sense. Was this not-Sans calling him a doppleganger? There was no ‘other Papyrus’, at least not in his mind.