[open] do you know why the body is a prison?

[skelepun]

Who: Sans and YOU! Open to literally everyone
When: Between this and the final judgment call on this.
Where: The Hold.
What: There's a skeleton in the dungeon, come let him rattle his bones at u
Warnings: Probably some mention of murder/death/etc! But mostly pretty tame, I imagine. Will edit if that changes.


The hold was incredible. Three solid walls, one semi-solid wall, a bench-bed hybrid that wrecked havoc on his back, and all the down time a skeleton could ask for. It was perfect. The best vacation he's ever had.

It'll be a real bummer once all of it goes away again.

Whatever the kid is up to, they're biding their time. And the few times a stray unpleasant thought passed through his skull, Sans is able to wave them away easily enough. He didn't care for thinking about Chara's dead body, so he didn't think about it. The worrying notion that, perhaps, this reality experienced time differently from what he knew...

Again: not thinking about it. The perfect cure, really.

Of course, he couldn't exactly stop people from visiting him here. With news spreading throughout the ship of what happened, more and more people were reaching out to him with why spelled out across their furrowed brows. Sans wished he could help them, sincerely. It would be a load off both their minds.

Too bad the answer was just too damn huge.

( ooc: feel free to visit sans in the hold any time, either before or after your character has 'cast their vote (or not)' on his fate. woo! )

Comments

[skelepun]

It was a screwdriver, actually. [Sans grinned, lolling his head to the side with a quick finger gun blast in Rick's direction.] You're in the clear, bucko.

[Sans' heaved sigh turns into a chuckle halfway through, warming his words:] Don't go blaming yourself. Some things are... unavoidable. Unfortunately.

[justabit]

Didn't blame myself in the first place. [He shrugs lightly, and leans against the wall paralell to Sans' cell.]

Soooo why'd 'ya kill the brat in the first place? D-didn't really pin you for the child-serial-killer type.

Just- j-just got tired of having them following you around or something? Because I can definitely relate there. Those little shits don't know when to quit.

[skelepun]

Semantics, man. Serial killers don't just stop at one.

[Still. Whether Rick intends it or not, the implications of his words are vast. LOVE is hard to ignore, even if Sans isn't quite convinced it's more than just talk.]

Anyway, nah. It's not that.

[And if it looks like Sans is going to go on, he... doesn't.]

[justabit]

[He'll give Sans a second to continue, staring at his expectantly as he waits but.. nothing else comes.]

...yes, and?

[Come on Sans, give him the juicy deets!]

[skelepun]

[If juicy deets are what Rick wants, juicy deets are what Rick will get.

Y'know, provided 'juicy deets' stands for 'vague bullshit express.']

And, we've got a history. It's kind of a long story. [Sans' grin widens, hoping for another deflection.] Didn't take you for the nosey type.

[justabit]

[Rick turns his cheek and folds his arms over his chest, looking a bit annoyed.]

I'm not nosy, I-I-I just can't wrap my head around what the fuck an infant could've done for you to actually murder them.

[skelepun]

[Sans shrugs again, smile still infuriatingly vague.]

I dunno, what would it take for you to off somebody?