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hey.

anyone know where i can find a decent laundromat.

i'd look it up but... i don't wanna.

[Yeah that's as in depth as this post gets. As far as Sans goes, the skeleton is actually outside for goddamn once. Maybe it's because it's just starting to get cool enough to actually wear that stupid filthy hoodie.

The state of the thing really sort of indicates why he'd be in such dire need of a washing machine, it almost looks like its the only actual outfit he owns.

To his credit, he's even lazily dragging along a detergent container that might be half the size he is in a small red wagon.

No, we're prepared today, as you can see. Gonna definitely clean something]

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Are you sure you don't want to know where's the nearest healer? You look a bit...uh..dead.

[He already freaked out at Jack Skellington when they first meet so this is Dray trying his best to be polite to the skeletons he sees and not make assumptions. The key word being 'trying'.]

nah, you'd know if i was dead.

so i'm looking for a laundromat like... not too far from the commons.

kinda dont wanna go too far.

[Ah now there was a familiar sight to Chara, a skeleton walking about like normal, it was almost nice to see Sans.

Almost. Especially since they never actually went out of their way to find him so this was just a stroke of luck, and Chara will quietly try to get behind Sans and his wagon and...

If not spotted? They're going to try and get into said wagon, or get a foot on it.]

Hey boneman.

[Did you ever think

that maybe

he doesn't go outside because you're out here, Chara?

The wagon stops on a dime, the small skeleton freezing in place. Yeah. Yeah he had been hoping, but it was just too much to hope, wasn't it. He didn't bother turning, his grip didn't even tighten on the wagon]

funny.

i didn't even pass a dumpster yet.

[Look, they've been busy. They even did some good and did one of those newspaper bounties. And no one died either!

Chara lets out a small snort at Sans' comment.]

More like you crawled out of one, actually.

[And just going to lightly poke that bottle of detergent.]

Do you even know how to use this stuff? Or was that something Papyrus did.

[Don't. Don't bring that name up again. There's a faint stiffness that comes and goes from his shoulders, barely visible in his hand on the wagon]

pretty sure you have better things to do right now.

[They'll bring up whatever names they want, Sans' isn't the boss of them!]

Actually I don't! So you're just lucky that I ran into you at such a time. [As they're talking they are now moving to stand next to Sans, and while the skeleton is in his usual hoodie... Chara is also wearing their usual set of clothing, although unlike Sans?

They've managed to get it cleaned and keep it that way. Or at least keep getting it clean.]

So are you gonna answer my question or what?

Edited (dropping important words) 2017-08-29 04:50 (UTC)

[Next to Sans.

The half of that skull they can see, the socket is black, empty. He makes no move to face them, shoulders hunched, staring dead ahead as that eternal grin is pulled stiff.]

i know you have somewhere better to be, chara.

What you think you know and what is true are two completely different things, Sans.

[Ah they dead eyes, that's something they haven't seen in a while. It's almost comforting.

In a super fucked up way.]

If your expecting something, I'll have to disappoint you. I left my knife back at my... home.

Then I Really Know You Have Somewhere Better To Be.

[He doesn't want to fight. No, not at all. He just wants to keep walking to the laundromat. He wants to be left alone. He wants to clean his clothes, go back to his apartment, close the door and shut off the lights and sleep for another few weeks.

But there was no denying the growing threat in his tone, it didn't matter if they didn't have the knife]

You keep saying that and yet I'm still here.

[They really don't have anywhere else to be, no job and like hell they're living in the children's home.

And bothering Sans is something to do and they didn't need a weapon to wound the skeleton.]

[Blue.

That was what was flashing in the other socket. Blue and yellow, rapidly cycling as his head just barely turned. There were no words, not now, and no movement either.

Perhaps, just perhaps, it was one last warning.

Or perhaps it was more for Sans own benefit, one more attempt to talk himself down from starting a fight he knew he'd never win.

The grip on the wagon was like iron, a vague shake starting to travel through his arm.

He didn't want to. He didn't want to. He was so, so tired. So tired. He wanted to just lay down. To just stop. He didn't want to.]

[Chara sees that and they can't help but smile.

Not the smile they'd give to make sure people think they're just some stupid kid, being all sweet and kind.

No this is the smile that got their brother, Asriel or Flowey to tell them to stop making such a creepy face. Their true smile.]

Well I could always find that Ted fellow and slit his throat and let him know as he bleeds out that he's dying because of you.

[Well, if they wanted a reaction-

A hail of bones explodes forth, ripping both through asphalt, concrete and air, as the telltale signs of the Gaster Blasters begin to ripple behind the skeleton. Dressed in a filthy hoodie, a stained shirt, rattle old gym shorts and a pair of slippers, that one blazing blue and yellow eye boring a hole through the 'child' as the monster turns to fully face them.

Surely, Chara might start to feel that gravity tugging at them, at their SOUL itself as the skeletons hand began to twitch.]

[Oh they feel it and they're actually a bit surprised that Sans' reaction is this well...

Over blown, pulling out the bones and those stupid blasters already? Don't fire it off too quickly, Sans.

And the gravity on their SOUL is something they already know how to work with, as they jump backwards using that pull as a way to propel themselves in a way no normal human should be able to.]

You're really going to start something, are you crazy.

[Oh well, yes.

He's rather fond of Ted, you see. He made the mistake once, or perhaps a dozen times over, he can't really remember, of being too apathetic to try to stop the slaughter. The very image of the man losing his life because of Sans was enough to kick the skeleton off that crumbling little bit of mental stability he had built up since he got here.

Crazy would be a good word for it, and it was blatantly obvious he wasn't about to pull back.

How many times had they killed him before? He didn't know. How many times had he woken up in bed, panicked and shaking, because he'd been so sure, so so sure-

He'd felt the knife.

He'd seen the red.

It'd all become so easy for them now, in those nightmares, and even this knowledge wasn't enough to stop him from attacking, trying to drag them down to the earth and ram those sharpened bones through their face]

[You're blue now!

Oh how those words echo in the back of their mind as they feel that tug, only harder this time, as they do their best to fight against it. Which manages to get them hit by the bones but not as badly as Sans wants them to be.

Dammit they had done this song and dance with the skeleton before except this time was different. Not the same predictable patterns from home, so now Chara is simply trying to dodge.]

You know if you kill me it'll make them hunt you down and kill you!

[This is a bit of a role reversal too. With Chara dodging and talking while Sans is just swinging wildly.

IF CHARA WASN'T ANNOYED BY THIS THEY'D FIND IT FUCKING FUNNY.]

[No, those same old predictable patterns were thrown out the window, Sans had no finesse. No tactics planned here, no plan at all actually.

Very much as Chara had been wildly swinging and tried to land a hit upon him, here now was Sans, all with no defense and one HP, flinging himself headlong into a battle that might very well put him in the dirt permanently.

The blue eye blazed, a Gaster Blaster cracking its jaw open as the beam collected in its maw-]

... that's okay.

[And there it came. The reason, one of many, why this attack was happening now. The crushing lack of care in those words, the dismal, broken, helpless apathy.

that's okay.

Maybe Ted would get some closure, if he was just obliterated into so much dust. At least then, as well, Sans wouldn't have to keep dragging himself through every day, waking up again in a bed that wasn't his, in a house that was empty, every day.

Forever.

It would be better, this way.]

[Fuck this, and fuck Sans' death wish. Chara hadn't thought things would go this way, or at least not this far, as they see that Blaster charging up and...

They reach out, not towards Sans but to one side of themselves and simply do something they haven't even tried to do since they got here. Oh sure, they've SAVED a few times, or at least they're pretty sure they have done so and hell.

They "SAVED" right before approaching Sans earlier so. Taking a swing in the dark Chara simply does one thing.

RESET.]

[RESET

He was standing on the side walk, the street newly paved from a few days ago. The air was clean, birds singing in the trees, his wagon pull in his hand.

RESET

Something happened. Something very, very familiar happened. He couldn't put his finger on it, not entirely. It felt like a dream. He knew he had been doing something. He'd been upset.

He'd done something. What had happened. The light shrunk to pinpoints in his sockets, darting this way and that uncomfortably.

RESET

He knew this feeling, the start of a nightmare? The end of it?

He didn't say anything, his arm shaking vaguely as he grasped the wagon pull]

[Don't worry Sans, that feeling will fade as a very breathless and angry Chara isn't trying to be sneaky.

Instead they're just going to try and grab the skeleton by his hoodie and drag him closer so they can properly yell at him.]

You fucking crazy skeleton, if that hadn't of worked what were you going to do?!

[For once Sans gets to see the horrible murder child seem to be ruffled.]

[Oops down he went, still dazed and unprotesting as they yanked him down to yell.

The alarm in their face, that was new. Newer, anyway, once upon a time he could barely recall seeing shock in it, when they first found out the kind of monster they were actually dealing with.

But it too, was little more than a dream, right?

And they yelled, the light in the sockets focused on them as the words washed over his skull and penetrated his brain.

The smile was... almost vacant]

then we'd both be dead.

[The haunting, bitter relief in those words as sharp and as real as he'd always recalled that knife to be

Both of them dead, wouldn't this place be happier like that? He sure thought so.]

[That look, that tone of voice. Oh it's one that Chara knows so well, since it's both something they themselves have done and spoken with.

And it disgusted them. It was fine for them to be like that, but not anyone else. And they can't hide the disgust on their face as they let go of Sans.]

Even if I couldn't RESET, you don't stay dead here either you idiot.

[Good. He was glad. Maybe that disgust would finally keep them away from him. He pulled back as they let go, stepping back another foot or two to maintain some distance.]

heard you have to make a deal to come back.

you can always do that. i guess.

there was only one thing i really ever wanted.

[The light flickers again, for but a moment. The attack won't come, he doesn't have the energy]

can't have it anymore though. i'm not even supposed to be alive right now, you know?

wasn't fast enough. i know you know.

i've gotten really familiar with the color red. sort of getting tired of seeing it now, but as long as it was just one more time...

i think i could handle just one more time.

Edited 2017-08-29 06:27 (UTC)

[Yeah no. Not happening. Guess what Chara is going to do now? They're going to make Sans happy, out of SPITE.]

You have to give something up.

[Look, they're going to take that wagon and grab Sans by an arm and they are going to drag him and his dirty ass to a place to get clean.

Not even touching the rest of what Sans is talking about.]

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