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trombonesHuman video games are pretty weird by monster standards. Back in the Underground, they usually only ever found games in the garbage dump that nobody wanted anymore. Needless to say, Sans and a lot of other monsters acquired a taste for shit games. So now, on the surface, being able to play something that wasn't Sonic 2006 or those Atari E.T. games (where do you think the rest of them wound up) was sort of surreal.
It was alre almost midnight in their new house, and the older of the skeleton brothers was about to pop something into a beat up PS4... which are actually pretty cheap in the sort-of-future. Or maybe it was the fact that the human teen who sold it to them practically shoved it in their hands with a discount and genuine fear in his poor, Burgerpants-reminescent face. Go figure.
"Hey, Papyrus. You up?"
Not even going to bother raising his voice. Papyrus was definitely up and probably nearby. Somehow.
It was alre almost midnight in their new house, and the older of the skeleton brothers was about to pop something into a beat up PS4... which are actually pretty cheap in the sort-of-future. Or maybe it was the fact that the human teen who sold it to them practically shoved it in their hands with a discount and genuine fear in his poor, Burgerpants-reminescent face. Go figure.
"Hey, Papyrus. You up?"
Not even going to bother raising his voice. Papyrus was definitely up and probably nearby. Somehow.
