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[[Mostly, just getting overloaded - in general I’ll shrug off most things, but sometimes I’m just doing too much at once and my brain reacts like a computer with no memory and just starts locking up.

Anon hate also tends to put me off for a while. I try to be thick skinned, but I’m terrible at it.

Scarlet eyes seemed to bug out of her head at the sudden immolation. She was no stranger to fire, being a wielder of flame magic herself, but to see something be devoured by it so fast was astonishing. Blinking a few more times at the slowly disintegrating object, her attention turned to Grillby.

“You’re.. quite talented with fire brandishing. Color me impressed.”

”Thank you.” He replied, giving her another glance before his focus turned to the burning object, now, he knew better than to ask this person if she was related to the king, he could find out by himself later, instead- he decided to just follow the flow of the conversation, could give him details he needed, right?

If she meant something suddenly being in flames? Oh, it was most likely his doing. His eyes turned to look at the other- well, this lady certainly looked like the king but... Of course- he wasn’t an idiot to not notice that she was still very different.

“Yes, I did, why?”

Death walked up to the door, the boarder between life and death, and sighed. He was so... not used to talking to her, it made him awkward. Something he had never been before.

The reapers of death, a duo pair of beings that most mortals feared... Though more often than not, Sans found himself taking on the more cruel reapings, as well as placing judgements upon the souls taken. Just this morning, he had taken the life of a mother who had just moments before given birth to her child.

That infant would now have to grow up motherless... A situation like this would have been scaring for Papyrus. Sans, on the other hand, had adjusted to the sight of such sorrow and misfortune.

It was jobs like these that made him think, how the gift of life could also bring such pain and suffering. There was no point for something to live, only for them to eventually die. A pointless cycle with no end.

Often times Sans would venture into the forest as he pondered these thoughts. Someplace quiet and secluded, where nothing could bother him, and his work obligations mattered not.

Today was no different... A black robe covered over the skeleton’s whole form, his hood shrouding his eyes and his double chained sickle wrapped snug against his waist. He had taken a different route through forest this time, and the reaper’s gaze had eventually fallen upon a large shrouded gateway, one he’d never seen before.