#*sleazy

SO WHAT UR SAYING IS... THE GOOSE IS LOOSE

Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression:

*he seems alright

Their current impression:

*he seems alright (we’ve kinda only met the once) right?

What they like the most about your muse:

*you seem pretty chill, i can respect that. plus i like your sense of humor, heh

What they dislike the most about your muse:

*i don’t think i’ve known you long enough to really dislike anything about you bud, heh.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):

*acquaintance/friend

A general opinion of their relationship:

*you seem pretty cool, i wouldn’t mind getting to know you better

If applicable, something they wish to reveal:

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

Sleazy: [ 'I'M GONNA PICK US UP SOME FUCKING GRAPHIC TEES MY BRO,' he'd said before splitting off from the group. And by that, he meant, he was going to lift them. They still had money, sure, but he was feeling brave and stupid. He swaggers down the alley with his loot, wearing a Stay Calm And Fuck Bitches shirt over his armour, singing some raunchy musical number to himself. ]

Laziest: [ The light that entered the alley suddenly had a lengthy shadow cast onto it... A silhouette stood to the entrance of the alley, a large grin on its face. It looked a little strained, a little ominous. ]

Sleazy: [ Squint. ] ... YO, MY DUDE. CAN I HELP YOU??? [ ... Kinda feels like something's trying to crawl on his back for a second there. ]

Laziest: [ He doesn't move from where he is, though he's kind of bouncing a little. it's very subtle. ] *actually, *i was wondering. *you don't look like you're from around here. *are you lost?

Sleazy: [ He's stopped walking, and is just... staring, too drunk to register the bounce in the other's stance. ] NAH I'M JUST MAKIN' MY WAY DOWNTOWN, MAN. HEADIN' HOME. [ Shrug. ]

Laziest: *faces pass, and you're home bound? [ He chuckles a bit. ] *that's a lot of swag. *you didn't pay a cent, did you?

Sleazy: DUNUNUH DUNUNUH DUN DUN DUHN DUN... [ He's drunkenly trying to hammer out the keys that follow the lyric, but with his voice. ] HEY, DUDE, I GOT THIS SHIT ON DISCOUNT, NYEHEHEHEHE. THE FIVE FINGER!!!!! [ Well, he seems to have found his joke funny, at least. ]

Laziest: *yikes. [ He sighs, shaking his head. ] *that's a real shame, pal.

Sleazy: [ ... More squinting. ] ARE YOU SHAMING ME? BUDDY. IF I CAN TAKE IT IT'S MINE. [ He takes another few steps forward. ]

Laziest: *see, *that's where you're wrong. *because .. well... this timeline isn't yours, is it? *are you going to try and take it, too?

Sleazy: [ He stops. ] MAN, WHAT ARE YOU, THE TIMELINE POLICE?

Laziest: *nah. [ His eyes go completely blank. ]

I ' M   T H E   J U D G E .

Laziest: [ Sleazy might find his soul quite heavy suddenly, and Sans' left eye is glowing a bright blue. That grin hasn't stopped looking strained. ]

Sleazy: [ ..... Oh. Shit. He's dropped everything he's holding in his hands, standing deathly still, and his heavy soul is thumping hard, weighing down in his ribcage, trying to pull him down. His eyes have widened, bugged out even. Man is this ever a time for him to try and sober the fuck up in a hurry. He's... seen this before. Jitters has done this before. ] ... HEH... ?

Laziest: *beautiful night out, isn't it pap? *stars are twinkling. *the moon is shining. *on nights like these... *skeletons like you... *should be law-abiding citizens. [ He quite suddenly lifts Sleazy up into the air, absolutely effortlessly. ]

Sleazy: [ There's a shrill screech as he's lifted, and he flails, trying to regain control of his movement - to move in any way that by his own effort. He hates not having control. And he knows what's coming. He's terrified and he's not even trying to hide it. ]

Laziest:

OR YOU MEET THE GAVEL.

[ And he brings him down quite suddenly, stopping CENTIMETERS before Sleazy would impact the ground. ]

Sleazy: [ He's balled up tightly, expecting the impact. Shivering, whining. It's kind of pathetic. He's basically accepted death. ... so why hasn't it happened yet? ]

Laziest: [ Sans watches ... waits for him to relax. ] *we've put a lot of work into this place. *we earned this ending. *what have you earned, huh? *i mean, i don't know you from terrible. *maybe you're a swell guy.

Sleazy: [ Sleazy unballs, slowly, but he's still rattling. He knows how close to getting stomped he was. He's staring right at Sans like he'd been punched in a gut he didn't have, despite not having a scratch on him. ... He can't actually answer any of that. Not out loud anyway. ]

Laziest: *you're definitely not camera shy, that's for sure. [ Sans smirks, and whips Sleazy back into the air, swinging him against the buildings on either side of them, though he always stops INCHES from impact. ] *you know, *you and someone else came here... *to steal. and you were caught on camera and you didn't care who saw you. *not your timeline, right? not your problem. *except.... you caused a few problems. *namely, *you got my brother arrested. *people stopped trusting him. *people stopped buying 'dogs. *for a while, people were being pretty awful to my bro.

[ He clenches his fist; and quite a number of bones appear, all of them shooting toward Sleazy and stopping, again, inches from impact. ]

*i thought i was going to lose this ending. *because of how sad the kid was.

Sleazy: [ Shit. Shit shit shit he'd been clumsy he'd been careLESS SHIT SHIT HE WAS BEING TOYED WITH SHIT SHIT SHI He's balled up again, he's screaming as he flies through the air - but falling silent when those bones almost hit him. Staring at them. He still expects them to hit him. His soul is racing like he's been running a marathon and his eyes are wild. He's terrified. To tears, even. ]

Laziest: *maybe i wouldn't be able to do anything. *maybe i wouldn't be able to protect this timeline, maybe it's pointless. *and then everything reset. *and everything loaded.

*i know it happened. *i don't know why, but i felt it. *at first i thought *back then *i wouldn't be able to do anything about it... about pap being arrested. what could i do? *would i be able to track down the pap that was responsible? *would i be able to put fear into him?

[ His eyes blank out, and he brings Sleazy forward suddenly, narrowly avoiding the bones.  There's two Gaster Blasters, one above Sans, and the other behind Sleazy. ]

Sleazy: [ Sleazy has stopped screaming. He's staring at the blaster above Sans. He's staring at Sans. He looks scared alright. Tears are rolling down from his sockets, big ugly bloody tears. He's not curled up any more. He's just... letting himself dangle. He can't even summon the motion to breathe. ]

Laziest: *to be honest, i didn't know until i came face to face with you. *and i'm not worried anymore. *because you're not papyrus. [ He thrusts his arm out to the side, his eye glowing brighter. Sleazy is flung backwards, right THROUGH the gaping mouth of the Blaster, and into a bunch of trash cans. ]

Sleazy: [ He crashes into the cans with a clattering thud and a grunt of pain, not seeming to even try to resist or land properly. He crumples and slumps once he's settled, not even bothering to try clambering up out of the garbage. He remains silent for a while, before wheezing something weakly through the ache of impact, head hung. ]

... you're right. I'm not.

[ He'd accepted that a long time ago. ] Laziest: [ Sans stands there a while longer, and he's bouncing in place... there's sweat on his brow, and he's panting lightly. Maybe that's what that bouncing was, though a bit of a way to disguise it. ]

*this ending is ours. *we worked hard for it. *pap works hard every day to live here. *i'm not letting his hard work go to waste.

[ There's a flash, like everything went dark for a moment, and then Sans is standing directly in front of Sleazy, his eyes darkened. ]

Sleazy: [ Sleazy shivers. His gaze is moving up... He swallows hard when he seeks those darkened eyes. He can't move any of his limbs, not through injury but through terror. He's waiting to be struck. He's expecting it. ... His hands move up to cover his jaw, shaking. ]

Laziest: [ sans doesn't strike. he doesn't do anything. and then he's gone in another flash, like time stopped and started. ] Sleazy: [ ... He sits there for some time, shivering, clutching his jaw. There's a couple of whimpers, even.

... Eventually, he stops shivering. Manages to just about pull himself to shaky feet... and disappear into a shadow on the wall.