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SNOW FALLS PEACEFULLY FROM THE FAUX SKY ABOVE. often times sans finds himself questioning how it snowed underneath a mountain — at least, he had before the RESETS had become a relevant occurrence. but now? he didn’t have the will to wonder about such trivial things. he didn’t care enough.

the BOSS MONSTER is seated behind one of his many sentry stations, staring blankly into space, that perpetual cheshire grin stretched across the white bones of his skull — the little, white pinpricks resting directly in the middle of the null sockets. a deep sigh comes from the skeleton as he swings his slippers back & forth beneath the sentry station top.

 “....”

          ❛ i question myself a lot, you know? i- it’s a key to good science ━     you ask yourself stuff like... is this logical?   i- is this ethical?   will this be useful to me, o- or will it be like that time i shoved three uplorps down the laundry chute just to see what would happen?   point is, you can’t let a few measly negatives stop you, you know? there’s always gonna be downfalls- you just gotta roll with the punches. ❜

Raymond actually came off the assembly line earlier than we see in Sibling Rivalry - hence why he displayed so much personality and was able to maneuver his body competently. Boxman actually finished him in anticipation of Shannon and Darrell’s failure, then encouraged him to think of himself as, and act like, the best, in hopes of motivating his siblings to work harder to beat him.

in the time between his activation and his introduction, he researched his instructions to “act dramatic”, since even with built-in calculators, dictionaries, etc. in his software, he didn’t automatically have a grasp on the nuanced association in just about everything. he first found roses in his search, and figured out pretty quickly what they were supposed to represent.

       Fog still rolled from the mountain’s edge. Painting everything in ghostly hues. It pulled the life out of everything it seemed. The sounds echoing from further in the town bounced around the empty dirt road, whispering to the edge of the trees. Frisk dared to open their eyes against the pale morning light, glinting red as they stared into the dancing fog rolling around their feet.

    They’d left extra early this morning, their picnic basket clinked with dull sounds as contents shifted around unsteadily. A small, chubby hand tucked the towel carefully back over their steal for the day. Several pale white bones cleaned naturally by the forest, and a crinkly bag with something smelly inside that Frisk barely identified as a wild rabbit. The beetles would be well fed tonight.

     Next they set off on another adventure, the pet store would be open soon and Frisk wanted to look around. Then they needed to swing by the garden store as Flowey needed new soil And Frisk had been keeping their eye on a really cute pot there. Padding across the dirt, kicking up the fog that swam between their legs like stream water. A quick beep informed them that Toriel had received their text, and all was still well. 

Panic still thudded in their chest at the thought of being separated from their mother for so long, despite their morning routine having been the same for some time now. At first Frisk had been rather secretive, and embarrassed of their hobby. Hiding it from their mother by having special hiding places out in the woods at the foot of the mountain. It wasn’t until Toriel had sneaked a peek over their shoulder at the painted buck skill they’d been fawning over that Frisk was discovered. Their mother had found it cute, thinking that it had stemmed from their close friendship with the skeleton brothers.

    Frisk should of been paying attention to where they were going instead of staring down at their phone clutched in their hands. Tapping away a response.

              Tap tap tap....

                          tap tap tap tap....