#bonepranks

"When a bothersome rodent is not flushed from the can it finds its entertainment from, most would consider it a mercy."

Five Pebbles has received many visitors since his excavation. Company does not register as a fond word to either his mechanical or organic parts---it makes the feeling of the Rot the interlopers have not yet encountered seep tangibly through his electric veins like molasses, hearing the voices of others. A pity to Rot exposed to the underground cavern's air, petty and standoffish as he is, when they might have found Looks to the Moon instead if they had only been located a mile further.

Thus far, the skeleton is his least favorite intruder.

"I don't particularly care for your jokes or find them funny," he says, the form of his puppet zipping from one side of the can to the other with the aid of the long, mechanical arm. As he always has, he sorts data pearls, combs through information. As always, it is the idle and meaningless busywork of a slowly rotting creature who was built to last forever. "Seek amusement in places it is meant to be found. I am not always merciful enough to let the rodent leave with a warning."

There's a knock at the door.

Wait-- no. Not just one. It's a whole rhythmic series of playful knocks.

She doesn't answer. Probably just maintenance, drunk. But the knocks strike again, as if dealing the punchline to a joke.

"Do not distuuuuurb," she calls irritably, referring to the sign she's hung outside on the handle. Can't a guest be left in peace around here? Damnable city.

But the knocks persist. With a groan, she pulls away from the desk where she's been pouring over a heavily worn, open book. She slams it shut as she stands, and presses her ear to the door.

No sound. Reluctantly, she cracks the door. What she sees is among the least things she expected. For starters, he's a skeleton. Not an ounce of flesh on literal, pale-smooth bone. She must drop her gaze to stare into his empty sockets, several heads shorter as he stands, hood up and, she imagines, equally bony hands in his pockets.

It's not the matter of seeing the remains of a corpse on her doorstep. It's that he looks so pleased to be here. Or-- something.

She should have chosen the quieter inn. She'd thought she'd have been able to disappear here.

@bonepranks asks ; papyrus hands chara a wrapped gift box with an otherwise uncovered plate of spaghetti inside. “ FOR YOU ! ”

chara blinks in surprise , looking down at the gift box. they hadn't been expecting a gift , much less , from the monsters. it had .. been a while since they had been given any kind of present. other than gaster's never-ending advice , they suppose. they open the box, and look up at papyrus, surprised. the box radiates steam out of it, into their face, as they take it in. it was -- surprisingly expected.

✨ @bonepranks oh... r.i.p. vi.

❝Papyrus, don’t! Don’t! Holy shit, please don’t! No! No, no, no! NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONON—❞ He could only let out a screech of horror when Papyrus placed both hands underneath his armpits to hoist him into throwing position. Virote struggled... A little. It was a half-defeated wiggle. A shimmy that could be done only by a man that was resigned to his fate. When Papyrus tossed him through the air, the snowy wind felt sharp and cold in his face; a few flakes landed in his mouth as he continued to scream... Until he landed in the snowbank with a soft, cushioned thud. Thankfully, there was enough snow to make it a comfortable landing.

“ah...a skeleton...an ALIVE skeleton.” the devil peeks up from his phone and gives a sleazy smirk. he places it down and leans in, looking down a bit to see that this guy is definitely on the SMALLER size than what he’s used to. “oh...yer not from here, are ya?”

Hapstablook had been hanging around the lab today, mostly watching Sans or bugging Alphys to at LEAST let him see what progress she’d made on his new body.

Though as time went on, and with no luck on being able to sneak a peek at his possible body in the making- Eventually he finds himself with Sans again. Quietly floating behind the skeleton and watching him work for a moment or two, before finally, he gives a little dramatic sigh as he ‘rests’ his chin on the other’s shoulder.

Unless one could fly, getting to and from The Boiling Isles was a laboring task. Most boats didn’t handle the boiling waters well, monsters seemed to handle the waters worse so. That was probably why a lot of the witches stuck to The Isles themselves. All of this isn’t to say witches never left the isles. It’s simply rare for them to do. It’s especially rare for a young witch who lacks a flying staff to do so.

Yet here Amity was, sneaking off The Isles by hitching a ride with an owl monster. She’d never been off the isles before, never even thought about leaving before. But today she needed to get as far from her life at home as physically possible. Which was how she ended up wandering all the way into Snowdin.

She’d never expected Snowdin to be as full of puzzles as it was. It wasn’t bad or anything she wasn’t used too. In fact Amity kind of preferred these puzzles to the ones at home. The puzzles on the isles were a lot more dangerous. These just seemed fun, well some of them were a bit dangerous. But the one Amity was currently working on was just fun. As she pushed pieces of snowmen around trying to set them up by height. While working through the puzzle she stops when she notices a tall skeleton monster nearby.

The past few days had been.... Challenging, to say the least. After Papyrus and Storm had decided they were ready to start a little family of their own, they’d spent the entire day, cuddling and trying their hand at soul magic. And at first, they were both giddy and excited about the possibility of having their own little monster to call their own... But when things didn’t exactly go as planned. And... Nothing happened. They both fell into a small state of depression. The way Storm had always heard soul magic going, was that it was usually effective, unless someone wasn’t ready, or something else was wrong. So when there was no sign of anything, not even a tiny soul mark. Their spirits fell. Had they done something wrong?... Was someone lying when they both agreed they wanted this? And if so, was it Storm? They’d felt unnecessarily guilty about it for days now. Of course, it didn’t help that they’d already told Sans and some of their really close friends about the attempt... It felt like the whole world was kinda of weighing down on them now... They wanted so badly to be a parent. And they knew Papyrus was the same.. And now that it wasn’t happening, there was this awkward silence that filled the air of the home. It seemed that everyone was avoiding the topic, for fear of making either Storm or Papyrus upset again... At least, that was, until there was another presence in the house this time around.

That presence, being Sans’ boyfriend... Mettaton.

Sure, Storm loved seeing him around, but... Now was not the best of times emotionally for them. So, when they finally made their way downstairs for the first time at all today, they tried their best to avoid eye contact with both Sans and Mettaton who were sitting on the couch. They hadn’t felt like wanting to talk, or even sign. And if they hadn’t been thirsty, they probably would have just stayed in bed longer. But as they made their way to the kitchen to grab some water from the fridge, that was when they suddenly heard Mettaton speak to them.

“Good afternoon darling! We were wondering when you’d wake up.” As Storm came back into the room, they stood in the doorway sheepishly and gave a weak smile before they took a sip of water.