[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]

[Well. The kid certainly knew how to get to the point. Sans has to give him that.]

I... yeah. I was. [No use lying, not when this timeline was shot to shit already. The separation between children and adults wasn't a strict one, to Sans' mind. Kids could be awful perceptive, if you gave them half the chance. Hell if Steven wasn't proof of that.] But sometimes anger sits around so long, it changes. I dunno what I'd call it. But it's an ugly thing, kiddo. I mean that.

[tigermillionaire]

[Steven nods, accepting Sans's observation without questioning. Really, it makes nothing but sense to him. Every emotion seems to change and become different when put to the test of time. Love like Garnet's, that's been around so long it's like the two were never separate. Sadness like Pearl's at the loss of his mom. Anger that festers long enough that it causes a good person to do bad things. Fear that changes the way you see yourself and other people.

Steven glances downward, considering the concept deeply before speaking up again.]

I don't think I've ever had to feel like that, but...I think I understand. What you mean. If that helps...

[He idly scratches at the floor with a claw.]

Thank you for telling me.

[skelepun]

Don't mention it.

[There's an exhaustion to Sans that permeates deeper with each passing minute they talk. Even now, he's slumped low on the cell cot, like his bones turned to jelly somewhere between Steven's arrival and the turn their conversation quickly took.]

Ah... for real, though. It'd mean a lot to me if you kept this between us. [Don't tell Papyrus in so many words.] Same goes for what you told me, 'course. I'm decent at keeping a secret.

[tigermillionaire]

I promise!

[He raises his hand to make an oath-like gesture, smiling sympathetically. He doesn't even know how he'd explain this to someone. The secret mostly seems to come down to 'Sans has feelings', and is that really something secret worthy? Maybe it actually is. Either way, he won't share it, because that's Sans's decision to make.]

You don't...umm... [He pauses, then, and scratches at his mossy hair.] It's not really a...I guess it's a secret because I haven't told anybody else. But if you ever...if there's ever a good reason that someone needs to know...

[Like if he does something bad because of it. He's never wanted his silence on the matter to result in something bad happening, and he lives in fear of the day it will.]

If I ever give people a reason that they need to know that about me, then you should tell them. I trust you.

[skelepun]

[It's a loaded condition, and Sans squints his sockets in brief consideration. If Steven ever gives people a reason? The hesitation, the fidgeting...

Huh.]

I'm sure it won't come to that, kiddo. [Said with perhaps a little more meaning than Sans might otherwise.] And if it does, I'll have your back.