SANS!!! I HAVE A VERY, INCREDIBLY, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THING TO TELL YOU! PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE THIS MESSAGE!!!
YOU'RE GREAT.
AND ALSO, YOU SHOULD FORGIVE YOUR NICE FRIEND CHARA! I MET THEM AND THEY TOLD ME ALL ABOUT THE MISUNDERSTANDING. BUT YOU KNOW NOW THAT I AM JUST FINE! THERE IS NO REASON TO BE MAD AT THEM ANY LONGER! OKAY THANKS!!!!
[Papyrus is making his daily attempt at spaghetti. He hums as the water boils and he prepares the rest of the ingredients.
Time for the tomato sauce.
Hmm, perhaps it is time to... spice things up? He's sure he can improve on his latest attempt. Yesterday's attempt. He's yet to get his spaghetti completely right, after all. Maybe his sauce could be more tomato-y! Or more creamy? Or both!!
What could he do to fix that?
Oh, that'll work!
Papyrus pours an entire bottle of ketchup into the tomato sauce. Sans won't miss just one! Plus, he likes ketchup so much, surely he'll enjoy Papyrus' spaghetti if it reminds him of his favorite beverage! I mean food!
He starts to cook the tomato sauce. After a bit of stirring, he taste tests it.]
[Because house 3 hasn't been enough of a playground of pranks by now, started by one Sans T. Skeleton, Sans will quickly find the day after his ketchup prank that he will have a hard time getting to sleep in his room.
Because every two hours, on the dot, an alarm from someone's phone goes off somewhere close by. Which means clanging pots and pans every two hours.
It may be difficult to find the source, because Papyrus has definitely sacrificed Sans' phone for the cause by planting it underneath the carpet in the center of the room. Sans will have to remove his furniture and peel back the carpet halfway across the space to reach it. And that's assuming he figures out it's there. Good luck with that.]
[Nick has been meaning to talk to this guy again. He's another oddity in a city mostly filled with humans, and he's got a brother who is involved with the Guard, but more importantly:]
I've been meaning to talk to you sometime. Wanted to thank you for sticking up for the Guard on occasion on the network, especially when folks get out of hand.
[And by 'out of hand,' he means 'try to organize a riot against the Guard for no good reason.']
[After everything goes back to normal, Frisk is expecting to be- somewhat disappointed, as they go back through their photos. In a twist that's beyond surprising, they actually aren't. And it's but minutes afterwards that Sans will find his phone gently flooded with a few prize photographs.
One of Alphys, surrounded by the moped she'd opted to pull apart, in a well lit and clean garage.
Another of Chara and Asriel, back in their apartment. With the sunshine pouring through the window, they're content as anything to simply lay in a patch of it on the floor, curled around each other.
Another of...food. Grapes, actually. A whole lot of grapes. Grapes are amazing.
And one photo of Frisk, tongue barely poking out, giving the camera a thumbs up with a well and truly buried Sans in the background. Sans in the sands.
[When they actually take the time to come around is under question; it's not when Sans is there, or Alphys. There's just- envelopes, where there weren't envelopes before. Big, page sized envelopes, sitting on the coffee table.
[So joy upon joy, with Love coming in Hardriel is getting some much needed R&R until the next event kills them all. But some dark humor aside the day has been lovely and even someone like Chara was in a good mood.
A very good mood. And you know what? Thanks to having a very good idea both Chara and Frisk are going to spread the love, starting with one Sans T. Skeleton.
They're smart enough to wait until the house is empty before dropping off their "gift". So there's a nice box addressed to Sans waiting for him when he gets back. Inside the box are a couple of bottles of ketchup and a nice note written by Frisk and signed by both of the kids. Heartwarming stuff, right? And the ketchup is good quality stuff. The best that Chara could get their hands on.
....well, except one of those "ketchup bottles" is one of the hottest hot sauces in Hadriel as well. And none of the bottles have labels.
[Oh hey, it's Carlisle reaching out to people rather than having them come to him, for a change. Does a magical skeleton count as people? What about his other, impromptu student?]
My apologies for the gaps between our lessons, as it seems this town would prefer me dead. Regardless, if you'd like to continue your lessons, it would be beneficial for the town to have more magical healers on hand, as I believe they are short-staffed at the clinic.
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YOU'RE GREAT.
AND ALSO, YOU SHOULD FORGIVE YOUR NICE FRIEND CHARA! I MET THEM AND THEY TOLD ME ALL ABOUT THE MISUNDERSTANDING. BUT YOU KNOW NOW THAT I AM JUST FINE! THERE IS NO REASON TO BE MAD AT THEM ANY LONGER! OKAY THANKS!!!!
ALSO I GOT YOU A BOARD GAME.
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WHAT DID YOU DO TO ALL THE KETCHUP
I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHAT DID YOU DO
DEATH IS COMING IT HAS ME IN ITS SPICY EMBRACE
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Time for the tomato sauce.
Hmm, perhaps it is time to... spice things up? He's sure he can improve on his latest attempt. Yesterday's attempt. He's yet to get his spaghetti completely right, after all. Maybe his sauce could be more tomato-y! Or more creamy? Or both!!
What could he do to fix that?
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Because every two hours, on the dot, an alarm from someone's phone goes off somewhere close by. Which means clanging pots and pans every two hours.
It may be difficult to find the source, because Papyrus has definitely sacrificed Sans' phone for the cause by planting it underneath the carpet in the center of the room. Sans will have to remove his furniture and peel back the carpet halfway across the space to reach it. And that's assuming he figures out it's there. Good luck with that.]
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[Nick has been meaning to talk to this guy again. He's another oddity in a city mostly filled with humans, and he's got a brother who is involved with the Guard, but more importantly:]
I've been meaning to talk to you sometime. Wanted to thank you for sticking up for the Guard on occasion on the network, especially when folks get out of hand.
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One of Alphys, surrounded by the moped she'd opted to pull apart, in a well lit and clean garage.
Another of Chara and Asriel, back in their apartment. With the sunshine pouring through the window, they're content as anything to simply lay in a patch of it on the floor, curled around each other.
Another of...food. Grapes, actually. A whole lot of grapes. Grapes are amazing.
And one photo of Frisk, tongue barely poking out, giving the camera a thumbs up with a well and truly buried Sans in the background. Sans in the sands.
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March 18th [1/???]
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A very good mood. And you know what? Thanks to having a very good idea both Chara and Frisk are going to spread the love, starting with one Sans T. Skeleton.
They're smart enough to wait until the house is empty before dropping off their "gift". So there's a nice box addressed to Sans waiting for him when he gets back. Inside the box are a couple of bottles of ketchup and a nice note written by Frisk and signed by both of the kids. Heartwarming stuff, right? And the ketchup is good quality stuff. The best that Chara could get their hands on.
....well, except one of those "ketchup bottles" is one of the hottest hot sauces in Hadriel as well. And none of the bottles have labels.
Enjoy your gift buddy =)]
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My apologies for the gaps between our lessons, as it seems this town would prefer me dead. Regardless, if you'd like to continue your lessons, it would be beneficial for the town to have more magical healers on hand, as I believe they are short-staffed at the clinic.
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Chara beat the game.
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