#funnybonez

A red car is left in the car park. Two skeleton brothers perusing the isles of a supermarket.

Papyrus spots a familiar frozen treat stored in the freezer isle. ‘Ice cream? Look Sans, the humans have nice cream too! Only, they don’t call it nice cream.’ Why on earth would they drop the ‘n’ from ‘nice’...it certainly made the dessert sound less appealing. ‘Do you think it tastes better than ours?’ He looks to Sans in thought. Though his eyes sockets soon drift to a couple of humans just behind Sans. They’re staring. Why? Perhaps they want to make friends? Or perhaps they can offer an explanation to this icy conundrum.

Papyrus waves to said humans, but for his efforts, is rewarded with a view of their backs. ‘Hmm.’

Perhaps they were offended by his comparison between ice cream and nice cream?

"Easily done, I love the lightners puns puns! His figure is right, and so is his height. After all we are alike! Uee hee hee!"

"The prince is the future of the dark, he is my beloved next monarch! All his endeavors I support, noone else I'd rather assort, assort."

Why come here? Why had they stepped out of their familiar timeline, one they’d come to know and... And what? They don’t let the final thought form. They’d been so good these past few weeks. While they hadn’t granted their own timeline a happy ending, no, they hadn’t done anything bad either. They’d stepped out of the ruins, gone peacefully through Snowdin. and had left off in Waterfall, shortly before the fight with Undyne. 

They had not raised a weapon to any monster there, not this time, and had gone through the motions of befriending them. 

So why were they here, now, dust under their fingernails and lining their boots? Why did they leave their own timeline, just to cause trouble somewhere else? 

There was a reason, surely. But Sass did not much care for introspection. Especially not introspection of difficult matters. 

Sass turns their gaze to Sans, and raises an eyebrow. Not that it can be seen. They’re short, and rail thin. They have black boots, black leggings, and a red letterman’s jacket sewn with patches- mostly of cat and alien themed. Their face and head is obscured with a mass of white glitches. And while the glitches swirl, blink on and off, they entirely obscure anything to be seen at the moment. Not even a hint of their sharp, blue eyes can be seen. 

Nothing at all. 

“Can’t sleep?”

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* wasn’t every day you ran into a guy who looked like you. well, sorta. like you but colorful. like they’d tripped in a kindergarten classroom during arts and crafts time. the skeleton leaned left and right to look for any evidence to support this idea. lingering glitter, paste, or even uncooked macaroni. the eye-spy list of crafts eluded his observant gaze. must be a fashion choice then. neat.

* “ y’ellow! ” sans pulled a hand from his jacket pocket in greeting before lifting it further to tap on his own mandible. “ ya got a little there. ” two-for-one special; a pun and a greeting. was he telling the truth about there being paint on ink’s face? unless he had a mirror it’d remain a mystery. ominous finger wiggles. “ you new to town? not sure this place is big enough for two handsome, short skeletons. i kinda fill that niche. my brother’s got the tall part covered so you’re outta luck. ”

the   bell  above  the  door  rang  upon  his  entry.    it  wasn’t  often  that  ink  made  the  journey  into  town  himself  ...    no,    he  generally  preferred  to  just  have  things  more  or  less  ...    delivered  to  the  door.       

if  he  noticed  the  other  skeleton  eyeing  him  from  the  counter  he  didn’t  do  anything  to  indicate  it,    just  carefully  humming  to  himself  as  he  considered  a  package  of  batteries    &&    some  microwave  noodles  until  the  other  monster  speaks.

      ❛  hello  --  oh!  ❜      eyelights  change  to  a  an  exclamation    &&    a  star.    the  painters  lifts  his  scarf    &&    wipes  it  over  his  jaw    &&    up  his  zygomatic  bones    &&    down  again.    regardless  of  however  his  face  might’ve  looked  before,    now  the  entire  lower  half  is  smeared  with  green  paint,         ❛  did   i   get   it?  ❜      

And by god, does this guy eat shit when he falls. 

And that’s not the weirdest part. The weirdest part is that he’s not there, and then he is there. Though, maybe, that’s not that weird to Sans, but hey. One minute, there’s no skeleton, next minute, bam, there he is, mid walking sequence, and then he’s on the ground, face first. 

He doesn’t seem to be in great condition. First off, there’s a massive chunk of his skull missing, bleeding red goop that may or may not be blood, staining his lab coat. Second off, after he falls, he just does not get up. He just does not move at all.