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[Underground...yes, he'd heard that once. His hands shoots up like an overeager student. Pick me, pick me!]

"Oh, I did! Did it have a prince named As--"

[It just now dawns on him who he's talking to; the voice is so familiar. The same who told him about the Underground in the first place.]

"Sans!?"

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[A beat. This is a human, clearly a human, and further not any human Sans could recall. Really, something that would be impossible, considering the... timeline he'd just excused himself from.

And he knew what was about to be said.

So this human know about the royal family too, he was sure-]

heh. you know me? that's pretty cool.

wish i could say the same. that's a pretty nice outfit. reminds me of someone.

[There was something especially irksome in just how casual Sans was. Granted, that's how Sans always is, but in a time like this? The disparity in feelings confounded him.]

"Wher--where are you? Stay right there; don't move a muscle, for I know you don't have any!"

[The nanosecond he got an answer, he'd tear off, both mind and body racing. Still, even then he had to exercise especial caution not to bulldoze any innocents in his headlong haste. This was unprecedented. He had never been so tormented by hope. Was it really him? Please God, let it be so. Yet even if it was all it seemed, what it seemed left out one thing: Sans had forgotten. Once he was able to think as well as sprint, he'd know that the length of the absence meant Sans' amnesia. What on Earth do you say to that?]

[WELL I MEAN IT'S NOT LIKE WE WERE SUPER FRIENDS RITE

RITE

RITE TED

~~all around me are familiar faces~~]

kay.

don't worry.

don't think i have anywhere else to be.

[He'll definitely not be moving, Ted will find him sprawled out on that park bench, dozing by the time he gets there]

[~~PAST TENSE!? BASTARD~~]

["don't worry", he says. "nowhere else to be", he says. Then why in God's name did he leave? He makes it in good time, sprinting so hard that when he finally reaches the sleeping skeleton, all he can do is look and pant.]

[Could...could it really be him? It looks too good to be true. He never got this. By now he had come, somewhat, to make peace with Genessia's cruelty; that it would give, for a time, then take once and for all. Seems he was never allowed to enjoy most for long. But this? It's unprecedented. Incredible. Fierce feelings crashed together. He's so happy he's back. He's so sad that Sans doesn't remember. And he's so, so afraid that this fragile hope will shatter in pieces and lacerate his heart all over again. Suppose he loses him again? Suppose it's all a pleasant dream, and the minute Sans wakes up, so will he? Would a second loss be easier or harder to bear?]

[He has no idea what to do. It feels safest to, like Sans, do nothing. Hadn't he been such a bother to him before? How could he disturb him now? Wouldn't that just be repeating the same sad game that may have driven him out of the world to begin with? So he just sits there, creating an unusual sight: a trembling, clownishly dressed man in front of a sleeping skeleton, face full of meek expectation.]

[He really doesn't lay asleep for long, after Ted's return. One socket cracks open, then the other. Odd, to see lines worn in bone, akin to circles under someone's eyes, the smile so... tired.

So very, very tired.]

... hey. i didn't keep you waiting too long, did i?

[A beat]

... you okay?

["Okay" probably isn't the right word. Hearing Sans voice out in the open like that stirred him. It brought all the buzzing, gnat-like cloud of worries and hopes and dreams and fears buzzing in his head to a halt. It might be nice not to think, for once. Not to worry about whether it's an illusion, or if Sans has an immortal soul, or if something will go wrong. It'd be easy if he just let it happen; let all the joy come to the surface.]

[His face is stunned, at first, incredulous. Slowly it brightens into the widest smile he's had in a long time, eyes welling.]

"Welcome back, Sans. It's good to see you again."

[Ted's never been great at emotional restraint. Or physical, for that matter. Casting off every anxiety, he gave the welcome he felt most appropriate, and lunged for an embrace. Sight and hearing are fine senses, but touch is the one he'd really like. It'd mean everything to feel a friend he thought he'd never have again.]

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[Welcome back. He'd been here? He knew his memory was... a touch worrisome now, but he was sure he'd remember...

Would he? There were hazy dreams of the surface, once, a long, long time ago. Saved from the Underground by a child.

But those didn't feel real anymore.

The skeleton blinked, and was about to ask-]

wh-

[But... well it looked like it was hug time instead. He was stupidly easy to pull into an embrace, light and unresisting, and as if by instinct, he immediately went to gently pat at Ted's back with one arm, holding tight to him with the other]

h-hey... hey yeah it's... yeah.

[This... this was nice. It'd been... it'd been a long time since he'd been hugged, and there was a vague sag of relief]

yeah.

... yeah this is good.

[Ted had lost a lot of friends in his two years here. Not till now had that misfortune ever reversed course. This had to be the best day of his life, no contest. He was sobbing, or laughing, or something that sounded like both at once. Sans coat might've been wetter than he liked.

Eventually, Ted lets go, if only for what shred of manners he can still think of. Sheepishly he ran a hand across his face. It was too good to be true, yet every moment reinforced the goodness and the truth.

He should probably say something.]

"I...heh, couldn't agree more. Um...you don't remember me. It's not your fault; probably mine. Well, I'm Ted."

[He'll invite himself to the bench.]

"So how...how have you been?"

[Crap, the human was crying. Tears of happiness, he'd sussed out quickly enough, but it didn't stop one small hand from going to try and help brush a few of them away, another instinctual motion at this point.]

nah, its probably my fault. can't remember a whole lot these days.

[To the bench!]

uh... y'know. fine.

about as fine as it's gonna get.

could be worse.

[Could be dead!]

[He remembers the way Sans had described his past before; something very polarizing. Went all good, or went all bad, and Sans had a kind of unnerving nonchalance about the Underground's indeterminate fate. It made him a little sorry for asking. It made him chuckle a little, too. This must, Ted thought, be so bizarre for him. An unknown stranger demands to see you, then squeezes the life out of you, full of tears and fond memories of a life you forgot.

A very novel situation, in other words, leaving Ted more befuddled than usual.]

"Would you like to talk about it?"

[That always made him feel better. There seemed to be a disparity of happiness between them. What Ted wouldn't give for Sans to be as happy as he is right now.]

nah.

[There was a pause]

i'll be okay. nothing much to talk about.

hey, i have a question. what happened here? with me and you. how many friends did i make?

["Nah" is a bit of a downer, but Ted buoys with joy in record time. Those questions...God, he could gush for a hours. He just might. He wants to say everything. Well, almost everything. He'll start with the more general question first.]

"Goodness, did you turn vulgar while you were away? Really. 'How many?' Quality over quantity! You're lucky my memory's first-rate. Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but we were--are!--very good friends. And you made friends with Star, too! Why, she's..."

[Ted's bursting with so much love and energy that he spends a good ten minutes describing Satsuki, the school principal who's helped him out on numerous occasions. He dotingly describes her severity, her humorous lack of just about every feminine trait; the way they seemed to get along almost instantly.

The length is good, because truthfully, Ted didn't know of any others he had beside himself.]

"Naturally you were very well liked. Easy-going, jocund. Made a few rounds at a few bars, telling jokes so terrible only tequila could make them tolerable. Aha, but I enjoyed them, of course, sober as anything. And sometimes..."

[90% of the things Sans did were casual lighthearted fare. It was the other 10% that made Ted think of him as more than a flippant jester.]

"Well, how to say it...the darkness of the world seemed to effect you, on some level. You were very gentle in the face of wickedness, when it came. When things were wrong you had a kind of meek resistance about you."

[He wishes he could tell Sans more about the people he'd befriended--it seemed impossible to him that his relationships never went further than pleasant, albeit transient, entertainment. As it stands he can only describe his past deeds and assume he'd made a lot of friends thereby.]

"Aheh, once you get your legs back under you I'm sure you'll be adored again. Permit my selfishness in the meantime."

[As for Sans and himself...hoo, he needs to think about how to present that.]

Edited 2017-06-27 06:07 (UTC)

[And... he listened. He'd grown so good at it after all, living with Papyrus. He preferred it, in fact, and Ted's enthusiasm and non stop chatter seemed to almost relax the small monster, comfortable to sit and nod his head every so often, to show he'd not yet dozed off again nor lost interest in the explanation.

The jokes were nice. He was still telling those here, once. Good to know.

There was only the faintest motion in his face as Ted described his prior reactions, unknown to him, about how he'd handled poorer times, bad situations. Yeah. Yeah, rolling over and letting things come seemed pretty in line with him too.

He wished he could be surprised, maybe fathom some other iteration of himself not... lazily? Helplessly? Letting awful things happen without much resistance.

Oh well.]

hope a lot of bad stuff didn't happen while i was here last.

[It would be nice for some world he was in to not... be awful in some fashion]

heh. yeah.

nah you're fine, i don't think you're being selfish at all. you did tell me a lot after all, that was pretty nice of you. even if i don't remember you.

i think that's pretty unselfish.

[No comment on the constant calamities Genessia gets bombarded with every four months or so. That just means more adventures! Some places aren't doing so hot. Everglade, for one. A spiritual wreck of a city the rest of the world long since stopped caring about. Ted wishes he could join them.

Sans bringing up his own amnesia does sting, a little. Today felt so perfect; too perfect to be reminded otherwise. Well, if he can't give Sans back his memories, he'll do the next best thing. He rummaged around in his endless bag before producing a photo. It was Sans doing a silly pose in a silly hat.]

"Lest you doubt me, I present photographic proof."

[Those photos were always so hard to look at. The temptation for indulgent nostalgia is strong and bittersweet. Ted wondered if it wasn't deadly weakness; if that made people love their past over their present, and abandon the latter. Abandon him.]

"Heh, I took that when I found you sleeping on your feet, and though that was rather too bald to endure. Given the, hah, alertness of your stance, I suppose you weren't as drowsy as I thought."

[Ted went on to talk about the humorous things he did. The hot cats, the stupid puns. Their first meeting was an endless barrage of fart jokes. What a relief to find someone so comfortably immature.]

"We even had an underwater adventure, if you can believe it. Very treacherous; the one we sought to rescue was merely pretending for money! The damsel in distress was but a conniving cutthroat! I was ever the gallant hero and fended them off. Your morale support was invaluable, of course."

[Ted didn't mind that Sans stayed in the background when danger came. It's exactly the way he likes it.

Ted's deliberately choosing the sunnier, cheerier part of the two of them to chatter endlessly about. And yet, that wasn't what had made Ted so attached. That came later, after much misery. But how could he talk about that? On a day so good and pleasant?]

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[Wow listen to all those adventures. Hard to believe he had the energy for them all.

He gingerly took the photo offered to him to look at closer.

Yeah... yeah that was him alright. Hard to fake that one.]

heh, glad i could help. sorry i didn't do more than that. i'm not really made for fighting.

you'd get along great with papyrus though.

[Papyrus. The word caught in his throat for a moment, he didn't like how hard it was just to state that name.]

he'd have loved it.

[The chipper mood he'd been building faltered for a severe moment when he said he wasn't built for fighting. He tried to play it off with a joke.]

"Heh, more of a lover, I know."

[Even Ted wouldn't believe that.]

"Ah, your brother. Well, if he's related to you, I'm sure he's just as wonderful."

[Right up until he started preaching narcissism, of course. Then there'd be words.

Given the painful reminder Sans had brought up, Ted's very unsure of his next words. He wants to keep things optimistic. Sans seemed a lot sadder than he was last time. But then...could that have meant last time was a facade? Koishi had said something to that effect; a hidden dolefulness beneath the surface. Perhaps he'd just woke up from a trying time? If so, Ted doesn't want to pile on. They'd have other days. He doesn't need to sour this one, the happiest in recent memory.

But Sans did ask. It's just a question of timing; of when to tell the whole story. What did people in books say at times like this? What's normal and comforting?]

"Well, I know this is all a lot to take in so fast. How are you holding up? Do you want to go somewhere or do something? I've become a very good tour guide of the world."

Edited 2017-06-27 06:47 (UTC)

sure. i guess i could use some exercise. it's been a while since i've walked around a new place.

[After a while, the Underground got a bit... samey. Same walls, same ceiling, same places and people.

It was home, and home was wonderful.

But it was all... the same. Just the same.]

i mean i should probably figure out where i'm gonna be staying for a while. probably find a place to eat too.

[Thank God. He could leave the black business of it all for another time. The past needn't rear its ugly head all at once. Then again, Ted would've been just as happy to sit there and do nothing with him. It was enough--more than enough--to just be with someone he loved, back from the dead.]

"Good idea, glad you thought of it. Might as well give the present attention after giving the past so much. Why, you can stay with m-"

[And now Ted kind of hates that his "house" would never be fit for roommates. Darn.]

"You can stay at the Amagi Inn! I've saved up some passes for just such an occasion. You needn't bother with that awful Commonspace. It's far too bare bones."

[Yuk yuk. It's begun.]

"But let's eat first; why, the Bright Sky Diner is minutes away. My treat."

[At least if they were in the southwestern park. But if not, Ted's perfectly content to walk and talk too. ]

[Well. That was interesting. Ted had a home, obviously, from that aborted sentence. And wanted to share it.

But....? Ponder on it later, he supposed, good to keep in mind.]

... heh.

[No that was good, that was genuinely good, he liked that!]

i mean whatever's closer, i'm kinda a lazy bones.

[Ah, yes, food. Human food no less. Hard to imagine it'd cause him trouble like it might someone with actual organs, but... well nothing ventured nothing gained.]

alright, cool. i guess i owe you.

[Now that's more like it. Now Sans looks to be really meaning his constant smile. Sans' gloom was most apparent in going this long without a joke of some kind. That and the way he talked about Papyrus. Ted may miss a lot of details, but words aren't one of them. "He'd have loved it." The optimistic interpretation was that he would have loved it if he was here. The other one...

He didn't have the heart to ask. Even if he did, Sans was being taciturn on that score. Not that Ted could blame him. He couldn't imagine what that would feel like.

Well, if he can dig out even a small chuckle out of Sans who usually had comedy to spare, he'd consider the day an unmitigated success. But why stop there?]

"Heh. Come on, what did I say about vulgarity? Save all that for the whoopee cushions. What are friends for?"

[If anything, Ted felt he owed Sans a great deal more.]

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thanks, ted.

[Really, truly. He was thankful, just...

Well a lot of things have happened.]

yeah i'm gonna need some time, i think i'm a bit off my game right now. hope you don't mind.

[There's a pause as Sans seemingly comments on his thoughts. He knew he wasn't a mind-reader, for he had an operation done specifically to foil them. Was he just...perceptive? Incredible social skills? Ted's jealous if so. He puts it out of his mind.]

"You're welcome, as always. Hah, you needn't perform for my sake. Your presence is present enough, I assure you. Ah, we've arrived. Order anything you like."

[Ted would happily do most, if not all of the talking, giving Sans only brief relief as they ate. Quotations from Roman philosophers, poems he'd read, people he'd like to introduce Sans to. When he's feeling better, of course. On and on, a stream of words that might easily lull to sleep all their own. Ted didn't much mind whether Sans paid attention. It was good just to talk, like they used to, even if it was one-sided.

He'd lead to the Amagi Inn next, the pricier, if far more comforting alternative for newbies the world over.]

"This'll be just the thing. The hot springs ought to perk you right up."

[Assuming skeletons could enjoy them. Ted tittered for the mental image: a skeleton soaking in hot water. That might stir the other guests to morbidity.

The sun was beginning to set. Ted wished they could do this indefinitely. There's still a lingering fear that this is a dream; he might look away or blink too long and Sans would be gone again. So he held on, talking a little more just to spend a little more time.

He'd catch Sans' face eventually. He looked preternaturally tired. Ted couldn't in good conscience, keep him, however much he wanted to.]

"Sorry; suppose I ought to let you catch curfew, eh? You must be bone-tired."

[Ted had one of those tender, weak smiles that held just long enough to turn into action. If this really was the first and last day of their reunion, Ted wanted no regrets. He dropped into another hug for the road, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek.]

"I love you, Sans. I'm at your disposal. Call on me any time, day or night."

[ Considering that an obvious vampire is able to wander the place without being bothered, the locals care more about actions, than appearance.

Sans still gets stared at by Remilia, but only because she's confused as to how a skeleton manages to be pudgy. ]

[Magic.

No... no really, it's magic.

He's also sawing logs over here, passed out cold on that bench now.

That did not take long at all.

This is an okay place to sleep rite]

You'll have to be a bit more specific than that. "The underground" is a rather vague term, considering the myriad of cave systems on any planet.

[Mewtwo is busy doing something on a computer in what appears to be a cave as the device floats next to him.]

well i mean, our king is great and wise but no one ever said he was good at naming stuff.

it's just called the underground, buddy.

Even by the standard of "not being good at naming stuff" that is exceptionally non-descriptive.

However, given your appearance, I believe it's safe to say we are not from the same world.

its underground, seems pretty apropos.

we could be, you look like you'd fit in at home pretty well.

[He pauses for a moment, considering a world he'd actually fit in better with than his own.]

No. For as lacking as human scientific efforts can be, they would have found evidence of Pokemon that resembled skeletal human remains if they existed in my world.

not everyone is a skeleton.

our king is a goat.

[Soma's seen a lot of skeletons in his time - nearly all of them animate, nearly all of them trying to kill him, or at least pose some form of annoyance. This is the first animated one he's encountered that hasn't tried to attack, so - for the moment - he's returning the favor. But that sure is some hardcore LV this apparent human is toting, and his EXP is off the charts.

...Kinda odd that he's picking flowers in the park, really.]

[Nah, Sans isn't an attacking kinda skeleton. For the most part.

99.9% of the time.

One eye is lazily open and watching him though, apparently careless and dull.]

[It's that 0.1% of the time that you have to watch for, with skeletons. They can be sitting there, all dry and bony and stuff, then all of the sudden they've got those bony hands wrapped around your throat and you're gasping for air...

...Soma's had bad experiences with skeletons, okay?

Still, he's giving this one space, he's not drawing weapons or throwing magic, he's just... picking flowers. Specific ones, true - he appears to be consulting a very old book as he does, and muttering to himself - but flowers all the same. Hell, put him in anything but what he's wearing - a white trenchcoat, black turtleneck, blue jeans and futuristic-looking armored boots - and he could be that most ubiquitous of park fixtures, a gardener.]

I don't suppose you've seen any yarrow around here?

[The other socket opens as Soma directs a question at him, and his gaze lazily wanders around for a moment]

sorry, i think we're fresh out of yarrow here, buddy.

Unfortunately, I think you're right. Maybe they have some on one of those floating gardens in Nova.

[He's mildly surprised that Sans isn't aggro, to be honest - but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

...I have one question. I get the hoodie and the pants... but why fuzzy pink slippers?

hey, worth a look right?

[Sans looks down at his feet thoughtfully]

easier to put on than shoes.

If nothing else, they've probably got something else I can use. Kinda odd, though - the stuff's considered a weed in a lot of places, but it's one of the best battlefield herbs out there.

[He considers the response, then shrugs.]

...Fair enough, I guess. Somehow, they suit you.

i haven't seen a lot of flowers in a long time, honestly.

[Flowey was a flower but uh... yeah he could live never seeing that again.]

the underground's kinda only got one type.

Wouldn't happen to be the murderous, man-eating variety? Cause I've seen too many of those myself.

[Alura Une, Une, Dryad, Corpseweed... the list goes on.]

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