#mt sans

Rus:

А если серьезно, то в ближайшее время особо новых выпусков не ожидается :(

Но в чем я точно уверен, так это во время периода лета. Вот там у меня будет куда больше времени на свой блог, Аск, АУ и так далее, а пока что ждите!

Вот вам спойлер к следующему выпуску AtR

Eng:

But seriously, there won't be any new releases in the near future :(

But what I'm sure of is that it will be during the summer. That's when I'll have much more time for my blog, Ask, AU, etc., but for now, wait!

Here's a spoiler for the next AtR release

Anne fishes a very crumpled note from the bottom of her bottomless bag. "Whoops! I left this in here for a while! Sorry!" She hands it to Bones, who uncrumples it with a grin.

"Lucky for you, not much is new," he says. "Still workin' at the antique shop." He shrugs. "Nothin' else really."

Anne gives him a little shove. "You have a new apartment," she points out. "And sometimes you're on TV now, since that antiques show hired you as an expert."

"Yeah...But is any o'that really new or interesting?" He shrugs again.

"You're having an interesting time with Jess lately," Anne says, clearly trying really hard to think of something else Bones can share. "Are she and G actually engaged yet?"

"Not at my last count," Bones says. "He's on attempt number...thirteen, maybe? But that's not my business. I just gotta listen to Jess laugh about it."

"It's still interesting!"

"Eh...not that interesting."

"You have a very interesting and loving girlfriend, though," Anne points out. "Did you forget about Ziz?"

"I'd never forget her," Bones says. He actually looks a little offended. "Just didn't realize that was other people's business."

"Well...I mean...you don't have to share everything, but people should at least know about it," Anne says.

"I guess." Bones's eyelights go a little soft. "I really love 'er. She's pretty great. Don't know what I did without her." His phone goes off before he can say more. He fishes it out of his pocket and looks at the caller ID. "Speakin' of Ziz--I gotta get this." He shortcuts away before you can hear the conversation.

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Okay so, finally being able to answer this. Bonnie is my mafiatale Sans!

He works on the same casino as the mafiafell bros, he usually is the one checking the paperwork the royals give them which is a lot. But he switches places with Patrone and get to be a security guard which.. leaves him with bruises once on a while

He is really a lazy guy but don't get me wrong, he does work when he needs to, he doesn't like being nagged because he will do the work! He will, just give him time to work on it.

MT sans: OK this important so listen well-

Y/N: oh no

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Sans: are you OK kid?

Y/N, vibrating: yes

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UF papyrus: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HUAMN??

Y/N: I don't actually know :/

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MF papyrus, pulling Y/N out of the washing machine: WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA????

Y/N: it seemed like a good idea at the time...

Ah no, I was confused if I did mafiafell I believe- cause I do know that I do mafiatale/mobtale I think for now on instead of doing the whole mafiatale/mobtale thing, I’ll just put mt lol, that’s easier. 

Also, they won’t take shit, lol, they obviously are gonna kill for their s/o’s honor.

Sweet Cheeks (MT Papyrus)- His casual, and lighthearted demeanor immediately changes, they think that he’ll give up his girl like that? 

“Deals off.” He may or may not start a bloodbath, because, well, he was usually keen on ensuring that his s/o was seen by his side and known to be untouchable. So when these dumbasses had the audacity to disrespect him, well, darling, his s/o better close their eyes and duck for cover. No one disrespects his s/o, or himself. 

Killer (MT Sans)- Before the full on sentence can come out, his s/o may have been teleported suddenly, and, well, a fight ensues. He had his techniques, and he ensured that one was to protect his s/o and get them out of tough situations. Now, to deal with these punks. 

Previous 

You haven't seen your mystories attacker in a week, but you could feel his eyes on you every night.

Your sleep habits become broken as you feared the eyes you felt lay upon you every night. You decided to sleep in your bedroom closet right before the eyes usually showed up.

You sat in fear of the eyes, but soon it became a longing for those eyes, for his hands to touch you again, for his low voice.

You felt your face grow hot, from blushing and the raging anger you were now feeling towards yourself. How could you WANT a man who tried to take you?

You were about to rage at yourself and hit yourself to get yourself in order until you were your window open.

“Fuck, I forgot to lock the window.” you thought to yourself.

You were footsteps walk from your window to places around the room. You quivered in your spot in the closet, making sure any sound you made was silent. 

“i know your here babydoll.”

The voice rang in your ears like a bell. 

It was him.

His voice was like a calling out to your soul. You felt your soul glow, and you felt yourself grow in a rage about it. How could you possibly love a guy-

“evening doll.” The closet doors opened.

You looked up at your intruder, feeling yourself grow in fear once realising he was a monster, a skeleton monster.

He was hunched onto the closet, with an expensive suit on and a hat hiding his left eye. His right eye, on the other hand, had an eye light that looked like an upside-down heart.

He looked handsome for someone who tried to kidnap you and had just broken into your house.

Your rage-filled you, and you tried to kick him in the knee cap. He instead held onto your foot and smiled in amusement. 

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you out of the closet. You tried kicking and punching him, yet he did not seem to react.

He sat down in the centre of your room, with you in his lap. He cuddled up to you. Your soul may have been bursting with love at that very moment, but you were filled with rage.

You pushed his head away from you. “What the fuck do you think you are doing!”

The skeleton monster looked into your eyes, his face was now up and close to yours. You felt you're face grow hotter.

“i dont want my soulmate to hate me on a order.” He stated, with a tone of voice you could only describe as depressed.

You felt the air around you grow old. 

Was... Was that why your soul was acting wired lately? Why you wanted him. 

You were horrified with yourself, that you and this monster were made for each other.

He rests his forehead on your shoulder and held you close his body. The room was silent before he spoke once again.