#savepointed

// OH NO THIS IS TOO PURE

Hey, Sans. Do you remember that time you jumped timelines and clipped through the floor? That was fun, wasn’t it? You’re lying, of course. Maybe you should thinking about where you’re “short-cutting” so that doesn’t happen again. Because floating down into the vast nothingness while the world above glitched out because you weren’t supposed to be down there wasn’t fun.

Alas, you appeared yourself back into the actual limits of this new world and-- er. Actually, you were still a bit off. Just a little too high. Enough so that you flailed in the air momentarily before falling face first into water. How do you fuck up so massively twice in a row? That’s gotta be a record of some kind.

You’re tempted to just lie here in this puddle for a bit. Think about what you did. Contemplate life.

People insisted that you stayed home. There was no reason for you to be patrolling anymore. Undyne could handle the job just fine. They worried about you. After all, it couldn’t have been safe to travel out in dangerous territory without being able to see.

Honestly, they should’ve been more worried about how needlessly unstable your lack of eyesight had made you. But you liked to ignore and hide that fact. You liked to pretend that wasn’t the case. That you were fine.

You weren’t.

And this was evident almost immediately when you heard someone wandering not too far out from the city, on a path you often took for your patrols. Your yellow eye flicked around, and the usual code for trees flickered in front of you, until, finally, an anomaly in the mix.

.characterB {        character-pacing: slow;        size: 134.62cm;        margin-front: 365cm;        species: human;

You didn’t need to skim through the rest. That, alone, was poor Purl’s sentence. Not even a word was said as you reached a hand out to put a nice blue coat on the child’s soul, ripping your hand downward to tug Purl down with it, against the ground.

Within a moment’s notice, you appeared next to them (the short-cut was probably unnecessary, Sans, they were pinned), with a new summoned bone, dangerously filed to a point. You had moved your hand carefully, trying to gauge the distance between their soul and your... weapon of choice, keeping them close enough to ensure one good jab would be the end of this encounter.

      “Don’t move.”

Despite your hostility, your voice was surprisingly calm. Maybe it was just habit. Or maybe you were too tired to sound like... a Monster? Your eye continued to scan them.

       soul: [determination];        years-alive: 13;        character-model: base.mdl;        character-input: “frisk”;

You froze.

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oh, hey purl. i’m a little banged up, but i’ll be fine in due time.