[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Who: Papyrus, Sans, and YOU!
When: March 12th and onwards
Where: Medbay
What: Papyrus had a really bad idea that nearly got himself and Sans killed. Sans put out a call for help. This log is for the general followup/aftermath.
Warnings: Broken bones and hearts, cracked skulls, life draining, will add more if necessary.

((OOC Note: The translator event will affect the skeletons, so anyone tagging in on the 13th will be in for a lively game of charades!))

Comments

[neveroutwrenched]

"Yeah, I hate to say it but...that sounds like humans."

Ratchet frowns, eyes falling to the floor. It didn't seem fair to generalize - Ratchet had plenty of human friends he didn't think would ever do something like that, but people like Chara didn't exist in a vacuum. And if time with the CDC had taught him anything, it was that the overwhelming bulk of humans cared mostly about themselves. Even here on the Moira it wasn't hard to see where people's priorities fell when it came down to it.

[skelepun]

"Heh. Yeah." Sans took in a skeletal approximation of a breath, ribs rising and falling. It's hard not to think to a version of Papyrus that wasn't laid up with just a broken arm. A version that wasn't anything more than a pile of dust. The laughter that comes next it thin and a little uncontrolled.

"Could you do me a favor, man?"

[neveroutwrenched]

Ratchet turns his gaze back to Sans, not missing the oddness of that laugh.

"Yeah, of course."

sorry for the delay, busy weekend!

[skelepun]

"Could you stick around a bit while I catch some Z's?"

Vulnerability isn't a mask Sans wears particularly well, and the tone of his voice clashes with his perpetual grin. All the same, he nods subtly to the chair on the other side of Papyrus' bed.

"Kinda don't want him to be alone."