Eye of the storm. (closed RP with metalbaloons)
Sans glances up at the rain. it had been about a week since he'd confirmed his fears about chara somehow following him to this world. He still wore wes's scarf from that encountered. He had once done the same with his brother's scarf... but he'd nor brought it with him when he'd entered the portal. He finished the last few finishing touches on his umbrella and picked up his pack again. He was soaked to the bone and freezing. Honestly he was glad that his eye provided him with a tiny bit of light. enough to see in the soon to be pitch black of night. Sans picked up his spear, shoved it between his pack and his spine, and headed off once again in search of gold.Â
he was determined to build a machine to bring back some of his powers. namely, his blasters. if Chara was around, heâd need them. sooner, rather then later...
















