We never left.

“What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, ____? The answer is: Don’t think about it.”

“It’s a figure of speech, ____! They’re bureaucrats! I don’t respect them!”

“Why don’t you ask the smartest people in the universe? Oh, yeah. You can’t. They blew up.”

‘I’m sorry, your opinion means very little to me.’

“They’re robots! It’s okay to shoot them! They’re just robots!”

“Whoa, spoilers! I’m a whole season behind.”

“You’re not gonna believe this, because it usually never happens, but I made a mistake.”

“We are both rational adults who don’t want anything bad to happen, and I have a human shield.”

“I’m Mr. Crowbar, and here is my friend, who is also a crowbar!”

“ “I’ll tell you how I feel about school. It’s a waste of time. Bunch of people runnin’ around bumpin’ into each other, got a guy up front says, ‘2 + 2,’ and the people in the back say, ‘4.‘ “

“Listen ___, I hate to break it to you, but what people call ‘love’ is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard ____, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it, your parents are going to do it. Break the cycle, ____. Rise above. Focus on science.”

“WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!!”

three guesses

*Note: The pronouns now are simply ‘they/them’ from what has been said originally. Simply change it to whoever you’re sending it to, or keep it gender neutral. Feel free to change the quote, add on to it, or whatever you need to suit your character when sending!

“Wow. I definitely did not see that one backfiring.”

“Help me get this mini fridge past the security guard.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there my friend.”

“This doesn’t make me like you any better.”

“Well, with a regular (person), it’s bad. With (Name) – Oh, dear God!”

“We will give you ten dollars.”

“Wow, you’re good! After this, we should solve crimes.”

“I am better than great, I’m good.”

“I like being on my own, I’m, uh, better off this way. I’m a lone wolf. Y'know, a loner. Alone… All alone. Forever. What’s a wolf gotta do to get a hug around here?!”

“I won’t be speaking with you for several weeks.”

“Honey, I wish you’d get over (them). I hate seeing you like this. Is there anything I can do? Do you want to look down my top?”

“What the mother crap is up with this stuff?!”

“You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to get in my sweats and eat in bed.”

“I’ve dreamed about this for years! *Nervous laughter* Why have I not been preparing?”

‘Okay, I’ll give you one chance to change my mind. You got one minute.”

“Well, maybe you could date (them), then. That would save me the trouble of killing (them).”

“Yeah I know. You’re a bit of a drama queen.”

“Oh, hey, (Name). I’m so glad someone’s here. Could you zip me up?”

“Oh my God, I want to trade lives with (Name)?!”

“Uh, look, I don’t normally ask out (people) that I meet in coffee houses.”

“I’m an idiot.”

“I always knew there was something weird about that dude.”

“Okay, so, all right I haven’t been in a relationship that lasted longer than a month.”

“You know, I’m trying to remember the last time I opened a door and you weren’t there.”

“I just think there’s somebody better out there for you.”

“I think I can make you happy.”

“In fact, I’ll close my eyes to make it less awkward.”

“What’s going on?”

“Well, let’s see – the first one is, I don’t want to, and the second one – I’m not going.”

“You need to learn some new slang.”

“You have to do something. Knock that door down!”

“I would, but I bruise like a peach.”

“I guess they’re not coming. Want to just order?”

“That’s a great story. Can I eat it?”

“If you were bigger, you’d hit me, huh?”

“They are without a doubt the funniest (person) I ever met!”

“Have you not talked about it yet?”

“To be honest, I think I’d prefer the five dollars.”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Oh, I forgot how hot he/she is.”

“Oh, I forgot how hot (they) are.”

“(Name), why did you lie to me about working here?”

“Because I was ashamed, okay?”

“I sold out for the cash.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“We’re going to figure this out.”

“But… you suck.”

“Are they still looking for us?”

“You know, we as a group, are not the coolest.”

“I mean, you just went out with my best friend.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, (Last Name or Name).”

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

“Eheheheh, oh, c-c’mon then,” she laughed, collecting her hat and coat. “ ‘Fore the goat tries ta stop us.” There were tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a ridiculous situation; it was too funny once you got down to the fact of it.

Once outside, she sprinted down the path leading from the house. No use lookin back; she was bound for home. She was forced to stop at an old, dead tree where the path branched. Eyeing each pathway, she turned to her deputy, mouth open to speak. Whatever she would have said, the world would never know, because instead of that she let out a howl of laughter.

“Well somethin’s better than nothin” *Travis protested, the pink floral shirt flowing in the breeze. when the duster was offered, Travis raised a brow. why would she offer somethin like that for him…well…its better than a pink flower shirt thats for sure*

*without any protest the cowhand removed his gown, and folded it up, before stuffing it into his satchel. he let out a shivering groan, as he snatched up the duster. it fit him, barely. the sleeves were a little big, but at least he didin’t look like a pink hagrid anymore*

“J-just don’t get it shot fulla holes...” she muttered, cheeks burning...from the chill in the air, of course.

She barely registered the cold until he said something. She resisted the urge to shiver or wrap her arms around herself. If she pretended it wasn’t cold, it would be easier to stand. “Sure ‘n we should,” she agreed, “but which way would town be?” The area outside Toriel’s house was surrounded by walls, like an old set of ruins or something. “I wasn’t exactly awake for the trip here, so I don’t even know where we come from. Can’t see the sun, so which way’s east?” She grumbled, hands on her hips. She’d never done much cave exploring on the surface. Closest she’d ever been was the occasional mine. 

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

“Eheheheh, oh, c-c’mon then,” she laughed, collecting her hat and coat. “ ‘Fore the goat tries ta stop us.” There were tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a ridiculous situation; it was too funny once you got down to the fact of it.

Once outside, she sprinted down the path leading from the house. No use lookin back; she was bound for home. She was forced to stop at an old, dead tree where the path branched. Eyeing each pathway, she turned to her deputy, mouth open to speak. Whatever she would have said, the world would never know, because instead of that she let out a howl of laughter.

Chase:

Calista:

Gregor:

Aaron:

Kiryana:

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

“Eheheheh, oh, c-c’mon then,” she laughed, collecting her hat and coat. “ ‘Fore the goat tries ta stop us.” There were tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a ridiculous situation; it was too funny once you got down to the fact of it.

((hoi! Not sure what verse you wanna be in so I defaulted to pre-Frisk UT >.< ))

“Ngh…’scuse me, squirt,” Chase grunted, voice twisted with suppressed pain, his body shaking as he forced it to rise from the ground. “I’d…’preciate it if…y-you could save the eulogy for wh-when I’m actually dead.”

Spears were quickly becoming one of his least favorite things to get stabbed with. This was probably the third time this month that crazy shark woman had caught sight of him, and attacked on sight. Each time ended in a draw, or a tactical retreat; the pair just didn’t seem to be able to end a battle properly. ‘Properly’ meaning: with one of the combatants dead. Chase didn’t exactly want to kill her when she was fighting for her entire race. But pride wouldn’t let him die without giving it his all. 

“I think you need, um… Antiseptic, I think. Yeah, antiseptic. Before I literally patch you up.” The girl pulled out a bottle of the stuff, and a bit of cotton. She began to dab it on where the spear hit Chase. “Nah, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. My dad’s. My dad’s a surgeon and he had me patch up my sib whenever they got in a fight. Yeah, yeah, I’m getting sentimental.

"Huh?” Chase’s eyes refocused on her when she told him to keep still. Suddenly that band-aid looked a hell of a lot bigger. In fact it was. It covered the wound completely. He...um. What. That’d been a joke, it wasn’t gonna actually work!? Chase blew a short sigh, flexing the arm attached to the injured shoulder. Surprise, still hurt! He didn’t really display it.

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

*That’s when Travis’ mind stopped racing. he focused on the voice that was calling out to him. ‘-e willya? I ain’t gonna let ye skip out o-’ The voice began to fade away but…Travis felt different…what was this? he honestly had no clue what this feeling was. it had been so long sense he had felt anything like this*

*’ -s’ you wait. No deputy o’ mine’s gonna be a damn deserter. Ain’t gonna let ye d-’ the voice again…The humming in Travis’ chest slowed to a stop, as the distress seemed to slowly melt away…there it was again…the feeling…no, it wasn’t a feeling…it was replacing something…something Travis had felt for a long long time*

*Travis’ condition began to stabilize, as he squeezed Calista’s hand softly, and unconsciously. a small smile swept across his face, as he rested. for the first time in years, actually rested. his shoulders slacked, and muscles relaxed, as his hand was crushed by his friend*

Calista could have cried if she wasn’t still in get-shit-done panic mode. “D-dammit,” she breathed, “Didja jes’ want ta give me a feckin’ fright, then? Ain’t funny, blockhead…”

It wasn’t over, though. The bandages still needed to be changed, and the wound re-treated with antiseptic. Calista took the lead on that, allowing Toriel to help despite her renewed distrust of the monster. After the long and tiring job was done, and Travis looked about as stable as he could get, fatigue hit her like a steam engine.

Calista sunk to the floor, her back to the bed, one arm reaching up behind her to hold onto Travis’s hand. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, releasing a long breath, head buzzing like it was full of bees.  She wanted to sleep for a long, long time.

“My child?” Toriel asked gently, placing a furry hand on her shoulder. “Can…I get you anything?”

*how pathetic…he promised to take care of HER…after two days of waking, and passing out. on the third day. he finally moved. a long discomfortable growl left his lips, as he forced himself to sit up*

“What the hell do you t’ink?” she muttered lowly. She waited for an answer, but regardless of what it was, she suddenly broke away to sweep the wide-brimmed hat off her head and smack him with it. “Hell n’ dammit, ye poxy gobshite! Two damn days watchin yer sorry arse, no way ta help ye, not knowin’ if ye was gonna wake up atall! Busted arm an the talkin’ goat can’t fix it ‘cause what if it fecks me up too! Can’t sleep ‘r eat, not’in even a small bit alcoholic in a ten mile radius--d’ye hear that, partner!? I couldn’t even drink!” 

She had been storming around in random circles, stopping every so often to swipe her hat at him, but now she stopped, breathing hard, her tantrum finished for the most part. Her eyes seemed watery, but it might have just been tiredness. She put her fist on her hip and looked away, trying her best to be mad, because the alternative was to break down.

“...Aw, feck it anyway.”