Sans the Skeleton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
osteothropy) wrote2016-10-13 11:06 pm
osteothropy) wrote2016-10-13 11:06 pm
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DESCRIPTION: Sans will frequently ignore messages about stuff he doesn't want to deal with, but the second something of importance comes up on the channel he will appear as if he's been listening intently all along.
DESCRIPTION: There is a skeleton statue next to his trailer door with an extended, bowl-like lower jaw, that looks like it's meant for putting Halloween candy in. He would like it if you did. It's technically his mailbox, though, so mail is probably fine, too.
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[Papyrus feels his face fall, as something drops in his rib cage. That tone of voice... it's not much different than how Sans sounded, talking about their father. That feeling... Papyrus can imagine the worrying, the bursts of self-recrimination, the wanting to do anything to protect him... the grieving regret.]
Right, I... died on you, before. I try not to think about that...
[Because, it's like it's not real. For all of Sans' distance and grief, Papyrus can't remember it. How can he be personally impacted by what is, effectively, a sad story? Plausible enough, he willingly believes in it.
It's kind of nice, especially right now, to know he hasn't changed much. That he's able to make similar-looking kinds of choices now, as he did back then. And it's a fun anecdote to briefly share on the radio, a curiosity to wonder at - what was dying like, anyway? - but the notion of time passing where he was just dead, for a long time... it's awful to imagine.]
But, I shouldn't forget how it's affected you. I'm truly sorry to have died! I'm... sure I never meant to.
[He understands that people... might choose that, out of desperate pain and the need to escape. Even people he knows, if not well, talk sometimes about... things like that. Moreso online, in sudden dark jokes. (Which reminds him, he really should spend more time with Doctor Alphys.)
But knowing isn't understanding, and if Papyrus had a friend who seemed to keep putting themself in harm's way, he might just start to... wonder, and worry. So, just in case Sans has been worrying something of the sort, that's a clear and easy reassurance to give. For the rest...]
Any more than I mean to now... So, maybe that isn't reassuring.
But... unlike back then... I'm well aware of the risks, and I've taken steps to avert any chance of dying.
[His voice lightens, brightens, gains in confidence. Somewhat forced, because pain and loss and uncertainty are still real things, surely no amount of dying and reviving would erase them... but he needs Sans to take heart from his confidence. Not to shrink away like this, especially not so soon after they got him back.]
A-after all, I can't abandon my responsibility, or leave you alone! So I talked to the Ringmaster already. You know the thing that the man Gongenzaka went through, the egg thing?
No matter if Flowey rediscovers a 'murdery' feeling, I will... be okay.
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Maybe Sans never should have learned the rest of the story. Maybe he should start thinking about trying to forget.
But there's at least one thing they have in common, that Sans can find some hope in. He looks visibly surprised by Papyrus mentioning that he's also worked out a deal to restore his life, if need be.]
...Oh.
[It does encourage him, actually, as absurd of an idea as it seems. It's a bit like the stable certainty of knowing that seeing someone die will not by the last time, without the futility of returning to square one. Not that its a mistake he really wants to see the aftermath of, regardless.]
I, uh... I did something similar. [That is, the exact same thing.] I didn't really... tell anyone about it. But... you should know. Then.
...But.
[He says it, but doesn't know how to finish. Like, maybe he could say how getting revived wouldn't make that okay or an acceptable risk, for the sake of a creature like Flowey. There's no point, though. He looks at the ground, off to the side.]
...I dunno how to end conversations like this without just... going somewhere else.
[It doesn't feel fully resolved, but he's not exactly angry, either. He's never going to be satisfied. So, what does he do?]
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[Confused, disappointed. Because that's the only reason he can think of, for ending the conversation right now, just like this. He doesn't want to, not yet knowing Sans believes in him, in his judgement. That he won't feel hurt, when Papyrus invites Flowey back to the trailer. That he's...
That he's going to be okay, eventually. That he knows Papyrus believes in him. After all, anything that applied to Flowey, about wanting to believe in him and support him, surely applies at least as much to Sans.
But... maybe he can't say any of those things, and silently leaving is the most honest thing he could do.
Papyrus nods slowly. If that's the case, then, well, it's better than lying reassuringly to his face. Even if it's hard to feel that it is, right this moment, longer-term the practice at honesty is better.]
It's fine if you want to! This... These are difficult topics to traverse.
[Difficult for both of them. Maybe they could just do this in... little pieces.]
We could end it like, a more ordinary conversation. Go to the mess hall, get a glass of milk, something to eat! Do something... normal.
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I just dunno what to say. I know... this is how you feel. But I can't. I don't think I can feel that way right now. Maybe I don't know how anymore.
[He can't manage to make eye contact while he says it, because it if him feels lacking in all of the traits that he finds himself holding dear. That kindness is one of the things he is in constant awe of, with his brother. How could he keep up arguing against it, even while it hurt?]
But...
[His voice gets tighter and lower, like he's struggling to make himself speak at all.]
I don't wanna... go back. To how it was. Running away and making excuses. So... If that's somewhere we can go. Getting milk or whatever.
Then ok.
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[Papyrus nods, quick and sharp, and easily enough reassures:]
You can get a glass of milk with me anytime!
[It's probably best that Sans drink it, too. All that sickness and injury... the calcium would surely do him good.
But before they do this, before they leave this place and this conversation behind, with Sans so visibly discouraged... There's one more thing he needs to say. Even through Sans' choked-up voice, that he can already tell is contagious... that he's sure is part of why they never talk about these things, always retreating to jokes and evasions and bantering arguments.
They're so... different, about what they struggle with, that it's hard to know what to say.]
And... take the rest of it a little bit at a time. I believe in your potential! It may take a long time, for it's surely painful and difficult, but, that's okay. Just... take it easy, easy enough, for you to keep going, in some direction or another, besides back. Okay?
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He's quiet for few moments, his arms wrapped around his chest. Until, finally...]
I'm gunna. I mean. That's... what I'm going for. So... yeah.
[He pauses, and then tries to sound a bit more positive and decisive as he adds:]
Thanks.