#sans-aster

time to stick my hand in your skull.

fist me in the eye broh

make the fart magic happen

(( i try to be sure to include “sour apple studios version” in my horrortale content. works pretty well that way. ))

(Oh, yeah, wasn’t any confusion there friend, if nothing else the character design is a pretty big give away, even with the more unique alterations.

im wasted too, yaaay

your skin is like, a lighter black than the clothes you usually wear though. i think it looks fine, bro.

------magi-nuclear apocalypse.

Boy, was it ever cold out tonight.

     Sansy had packed his backpack carefully-- he’d taken everything out of it and redone it. It was more than triple his body weight now, bulky and huge and expanded to the full extent of its canvas sides. He was going to have to be ready for this one. Currently he was triple-checking his autosending text messages on his phone to make sure he’d added Sans to the list of in-case-of-soul-muffling messages. Could never be too careful.

    ....why on earth was he doing this?

Curiosity, maybe. The satisfaction of short-term results. A little empathy, deep down in that cyan soul of his. Or another taste of that quiet madness that captured his attention some nights, when his work was getting too distressing. Putting more stress on yourself was sure a funny way to unwind-- but hey, it worked sometimes. Made him feel like he was really living. And maybe helped people out in the process. Or maybe his suspicions were correct, and he just liked being stupid.

⋆ guess we’ll just be useless together, eh bud?

do you need/want help?

⋆ ..guess i’m not gettin’ away with ‘nothing’ here, right? heh heh…

⋆ dunno if it’s. motivation, exactly, but. any time it. feels like no one else’s gonna be able to get things done?

⋆ end up. feelin’.. i dunno. responsible. somehow? ‘cause if things go south and. i coulda stopped it..? heh..