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// ~*The Phaaaaaaantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind.*~

  // 6'4" - For, like, science and stuff.

* What a splendid armrest she makes.

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“Welp After getting my hands on photoshop again, I spent the whole...”

// -aggressively covers you with a blanket- SLEEP. EAT.

Sans has very tiny, squished together handwriting. Little flicks from one letter often cross over into the next, and frankly, it just looks messy. In contrast to his slow, casual demeanor, he writes very quickly with little regard to proper sentence structure. 

Once, back in his Lab days, a co-worker asked why he didn’t write his findings in code, as his Mentor, Dr. Gaster, did.  

To which Gaster piped up, with an amount of zing that still to this day makes Sans crack a smile (albeit a somewhat nostalgic, regretful one)— 

“Oh, he does. Find me one monster that can consistently read his scribbling and I’ll hire them immediately.” 

His co-workers decided to try and do just that. 

*vows been made. it’s official. 

      Gaster and Sans had a surprising amount of things in common; such as how they didn’t like to overshare personal information, for instance. They enjoyed nerding out over some good science shit. They could go long stretches of time without sleep and still maintain a certain level of cognitive function—it was usually when they got their best work done, really. 

      However, for every similarity they possessed, there was a difference to counteract it; such as the ability to hold their liquor, for instance. 

      While Sans was had a pleasant buzz from the wine (which was slightly too sweet but had the tasty benefit of being free), Gaster’s words had begun to slip and slur about half an hour prior to his “visionary” idea. 

     It would have been funny if they weren’t so close to his lab, and if Gaster didn’t have everything he needed to actually pull it off. 

    Sans needed more wine.