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thisavrou_log2016-03-22 02:18 pm
skelepun) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-22 02:18 pm
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here we go again
Who: Sans and Chara. Yeah, again.
When: The 23rd
Where: One of the Moira elevators, predominantly
What: Chara broke the deal. Sans is peeved. They need to have a talk.
Warnings: General "Chara" warnings for violent imagery and threats. General Sans warnings for existential depression and also threats. Good times for all.
It's been a while since Sans last took up the mantle of following a child around. No promise bound him to the task this time, but he felt no less serious about it. After all, there was more than just his vested interest in Chara's well being on the line here.
Monsterkind didn't make up a huge proportion of the ship, but they did make up the weakest percentage. Sans might stand a chance against the child for a little while, but Papyrus and Toriel and Asriel? None of them would fight back the way they would need to, should Chara decide that they were sick of waiting. Or worse, got bored.
So Sans shadowed, Sans watched, Sans hid -- not interfering, that's not his style, but he listened when he could. And over the course of a few weeks, one thing became abundantly clear: Chara didn't care about their deal, not one bit. Bartering against Chara with threats wasn't working. Maybe the child simply wasn't that scared of him.
Sans pulls out his MID, typing out a quick message.
To: Chara Dreemurr
From: Sans
hey, kid. meet me at the aft elevators, alright? i'll be riding up and down, lifting my spirits, heh.
don't be late.
When: The 23rd
Where: One of the Moira elevators, predominantly
What: Chara broke the deal. Sans is peeved. They need to have a talk.
Warnings: General "Chara" warnings for violent imagery and threats. General Sans warnings for existential depression and also threats. Good times for all.
It's been a while since Sans last took up the mantle of following a child around. No promise bound him to the task this time, but he felt no less serious about it. After all, there was more than just his vested interest in Chara's well being on the line here.
Monsterkind didn't make up a huge proportion of the ship, but they did make up the weakest percentage. Sans might stand a chance against the child for a little while, but Papyrus and Toriel and Asriel? None of them would fight back the way they would need to, should Chara decide that they were sick of waiting. Or worse, got bored.
So Sans shadowed, Sans watched, Sans hid -- not interfering, that's not his style, but he listened when he could. And over the course of a few weeks, one thing became abundantly clear: Chara didn't care about their deal, not one bit. Bartering against Chara with threats wasn't working. Maybe the child simply wasn't that scared of him.
Sans pulls out his MID, typing out a quick message.
To: Chara Dreemurr
From: Sans
hey, kid. meet me at the aft elevators, alright? i'll be riding up and down, lifting my spirits, heh.
don't be late.