Triplebrother

So with work and school, I can’t keep up all this tumblr stuff. I’m still around on discord, but I won’t be taking on anything new or posting. Probably not even reading anything on here; my dash is too full anyway.

This applies to the following blogs as well:

peppy-sans

golden-paps

comicalcium

osteomancer95

bone-a-fide

spat-at

sun-blocked

triplebrother

“oh- er- uh- well…“ He’s blushing deeply. “there- sorta is? i mean- th-that’s just the br-brand but…Pip picked them out for m-me? i- i mean- i- when i first got here i wasn’t…really in any sh-shape ta go out sh-shopping? Cal said i could- could borrow his clothes but he- he wanted- wanted to get me stuff. i- i didn’t…really…bring anything with me…”

“but- anyway- they- they said everyone in- heh- in my timeline had a thing for red and so- so they got me a bunch of red stuff. heh. i- Pip- Pip said…it wa-was really sappy, y’know? but…”

“he said that i’d spent a l-lot of time being- being ordered a-around and h-h-hurt and- and…Pip said i was- was due to be the- the ‘king.’ it- it was red and- and a tiny crown and…” He shrugs.

“OH! THERE’S LOTS OF THINGS! WE ALL LIKE TO TALK, OF COURSE, AND WE OFTEN WATCH MOVIES TOGETHER! THE FIRST THING WE WATCHED AS A FAMILY WAS GATTACA! IT’S SANS’ FAVORITE.”

“s’a- a g-good movie.”

“YES! AND SANS AND I COOK A LOT! I HAVE GRACED OUR HOUSEHOLD WITH MY AMAZING COOKING SKILLS!!”

Sans is making air quotes with his hands as Pip says “skills.”

“AND - I SAW THAT SANS - WHEN WE HAVE TIME WE WILL PLAY BOARD GAMES. FAMILY NIGHTS!! SOMETIMES, I CAN EVEN CONVINCE THEM TO COME ON A JOG WITH ME!!! THEY STILL HAVEN’T QUITE GRASPED THE CORE CONCEPT OF JOGGING, IN THAT YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY JOG.”

“hey, we understand the concept. we jus’ don’t agree with it.”

There’s an exasperated sigh.

“Cal and i w-work on projects together sometimes. Pip- uh- will- contribute.”

“SANS, I SAID I WAS SORRY. IT LOOKED LIKE A MICROWAVE,” Pip huffs.

“heh. but yeah, me’n Sans will work on gadgets and stuff. i’ll bring stuff up from the basement. usually we work on stuff when Pip’s at his lessons.”

“Guess m’ the new edge on the block. Yeh yeh, sure you all know the drill by now, like n’ reblog this thing if ya want tah chat or somethin’.

Anyways, pass it around tah all yer pals, we got bad puns and edge for days in this place. N’ be sure to read all the stuffs you gotta read before doin’ anything, got it? RULES, ABOUT, CREDITS, all that jazz.

Sans takes a deep breath. “I- y-e-yes of co-course? wh-why would- there’s- you’re just- st-stop.”

“Sans, look, look at me? those weren’t you fault, right? you didn’t deserve that, okay?” There’s a pause as Cal rubs Sans’ shoulders. Sans’ breathing evens out.

“r-right- o-okay. okay. it’s- in-intended to- to upset m-me.”

“how about- how about I check these first? so if we get any more that’re just bein’ assholes I can throw ‘em out?”

“al- alright.”

Sans takes a deep breath. “i- y-e-yes of co-course? wh-why would- there’s- you’re just- st-stop.”

“Sans, look, look at me? those weren’t you fault, right? you didn’t deserve that, okay?” There’s a pause as Cal rubs Sans’ shoulders. Sans’ breathing evens out.

“r-right- o-okay. okay. it’s- in-intended to- to upset m-me.”

“how about- how about i check these first? so if we get any more that’re just bein’ assholes i can throw ‘em out?”

“al- alright.”

“Hi, I live next door, I wanted to introduce myself”

“Hey! Excuse me? Sorry. You dropped this.”

“Sorry to bother you but do you know where the train station is?”

“I’ve seen you around before and I keep meaning to ask your name”

“Hey I’m new here, can you tell me where I’m meant to be going?”

“Ouch, sorry! You okay?”

“Hey I haven’t seen you here before”

“You look like you know what you’re doing, can you help me?”

“Mind if I sit here?”

There’s nearby snickering. Then a loud sigh.

“OH. THOSE. YES. SANS AND CAL HAVE ‘SOCK WARS.’ ONE OF THEM PUTS A SOCK DOWN, THEN THE OTHER ONE PUTS A SOCK ON TOP OF THAT SOCK. AND THEN THEY DO IT AGAIN? 

“SO OF COURSE I FIND SOCKS EVERYWHERE NOW. I CLEAN THEM UP WHEN I SEE THEM, SO THEY’VE STARTED HIDING THEM. IN THE KITCHEN. IN THE COUCH CUSHIONS. I OPENED UP A CLOSET THE OTHER DAY TO FIND IT JUST…FULL OF SOCKS!!!”

I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT!! I THINK THE TOP SOCK IS THE WINNER? BUT THE SOCKS CAN JUST BE PILED UP FOREVER THEN? THEY DON’T EVEN WEAR SOCKS!!! WHY DO THEY HAVE SO MANY SOCKS!?”

“bu-but Pip, we- we gotta- what if th-there’s a s-sock sh-shortage? you- you’ll be glad we- we sockpiled them th-then.”

“OH. MY. GOD. SANS!?”

“yeah bro, we’re just stocking up.”

“AAAAAGH!” Pip stomps away.

“Pip, don’t- don’t ad-admit defeet so quickly!”

“Sorry to be a bother but people keep telling me we look alike, can I take a selfie off us both?”

“Is that your dog in my driveway? They’re no bother I just wanted to ask”

“Mind if I sit with you? I just lied to someone that I have friends here so I can’t go sit alone”

“Hey, I’ve lived here for two years and I don’t think I ever asked you your name. I’m _”

“Sorry to bother you but I think my cat is eating a bird on your back lawn, can I go look?”

“Sorry if this is weird but can you pretend to fight me? Please don’t actually hurt me though”

“Hi my friend told me to come speak to you because I said you’re hot”

“Hey I’m new to the apartment block and there’s a spider in my sink so can you remove it please?”

“Mind if I pretend I claim you’re my boy/girlfriend?”

“o-oh- i- it’s- it’s-” Sans’ voice cracks a little. “i j-just-”

“okay, hold on.” Cal interrupts. “what the fuck? what the hell is wrong with you? you don’t know what you’re talking about. you don’t know my brother, you don’t know what he’s been through, you don’t even seem to know your ass from your face, considering all the shit that’s coming out of it.”

“oh- well it’s- really n-nice? it’s…kinda- kinda unbelievable, really. at first I- I was really- it was really weird? I mean- it’s not totally different, th-that’s the thing. Grillby’s is still there, all the places are the s-same? Snowdin is- is just- still Snowdin, y’know? the- the real diff-difference is the people. and- yeah that was weird- everyone is just- more- relaxed? it’s not a constant str-struggle just to do n-normal stuff? the- the Guard is totally different. back- back in my- back…where I used to live…the Guard was really all about keeping or-order? but like if you paid them enough or you kn-knew the right people you could- could kinda do what you wanted…s’not- I never wanna go back.”

“ER- PLEASE DON’T USE THAT NAME. IT UPSETS SANS.”