[OPEN POST] call me out

[dioapologist]

 

✘ Post with your character and call someone out

✘ Can be prose, comment spam, picture prompts, text, voice - literally whatever you want

✘ Memes as always for inspiration: TFLN, Random Scenario, Picture Prompt, Pacific Rim Meme AU, Film Noir Meme AU

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[trombones]

[Good thing Sans couldn't struggle much in the first place. Even if he thought to get the heck out via magic, it wouldn't work. He tilts his head up.

The touch answer his question. It's nice. Cool. Familiar for reasons he can't remember, but he could take a guess if he wasn't in such a haze right now. Fever dream or not, though, he at least recognize who it was.

His eye flickers blue again, but despite that he seems to relax. Hell, he even stares hazily at the shadow show in front of him. Welp.]

hh... some dream.

[He should probably call for Papyrus again, but.

Nah.]

heh... hey, pops. didja just get here? you must've flu.

[voidedman]

[Maybe it means you're actually dying for real. Gaster didn't think about that implication, he's just thrilled someone can recognize him.

... And he makes a bit of a face. Look, he's trying to have a serious moment with you, this is the first time he's been almost real]

S-

S-SAN-S-S.

[trombones]

heheheh. i've been saving these. like, uh... oh, oh wait i got one.

"calling into work. i falafel."

[Okay, no, that would be bad even by his standards. There are no falafels to be seen, so that joke makes no sense. Which might be a hint that he's out of it. He closes his eyes, laughing weakly to himself.

... Until he apparently breathes wrong and it sends him into a coughing fit. Nevermind. This is horrible again.]

[voidedman]

[Sans he swears if you kill yourself-

He rests his hand on his forehead with a sigh. Look, stop, you don't have anything right now, you're sick as fuck. Just sit there and rest, you stupid baby.]

P.P.

Pl.E..S.EASE.

SORRY, I KEEP MAKING NEW ICONS AND THINKING OF PUNS

[trombones]

[Hey. If he dies here, he's going to go out with some great jokes!!

Except probably not, because coughing feels as bad as his jokes are. For once, Sans is grateful Papyrus isn't rushing up the stairs like the last couple times he had a fit. It finally ends after a oment. Panting, he rolls on his side again and groans.

The hand on Sans' head is enough of a sign that he ought to stop. He can just barely hear Gaster, to boot. Sigh.]

yeah, yeah... okay. comedy routine's runnin' bone dry anyway.

MANY SANS FACE

[voidedman]

[Goddamnit, Sans. Another sigh, the entity settling down beside him. You're making this hard, you don't have to. He wants to just give up trying to talk, it's such an effort keeping the other noise out of his voice, and even before that, so hard making words to begin with.]

C..A..C.A.N... CAN

Y-Y-Y-Y..Y.YYY...OU S..E...SE.EE ME?

[trombones]

[THE BONE THING WAS INVOLUNTARY, OKAY. Anyway. Sans looks back up at Gaster and squints slightly. Yeah, he can... barely see him, but something's definitely there.

He'd have had a million questions if he could think straight, but he's pretty sure he's still dreaming. Either way, he nods.]

[voidedman]

[Well... barely is better than not at all. He signs]

Hello, Sans.

[Much better]

I suppose to you this is imaginary.

[trombones]

... kinda.

[Part of him isn't sure. Maybe it's the flu talking. He's too tired to think straight, and right now he doesn't care.

Sans can only just make out the signs. After a moment of just looking at Gaster, he tiredly signs out some simple words. It's another thing he can't remember how he knows, but he can put two and two together.]

Hi, Dad.

Good to see you.

[Dream or no.]

[voidedman]

[He'd try as hard as possible to be visible. It was amazing he was seen as much as he was now, honestly. No idea why it was like this right now, he had to take advantage of it while he could]

More or less see me.

I was worried about you.

literally just remembered something 3 hours later, my bad

[trombones]

[If Sans thought about it, he could probably take a guess. He technically "inherited" a part of Gaster in the accident. It was probably the only reason why Sans could remember him, if only barely. It might as well be why he can see and hear him too.

He opens his hand and taps his thumb to a rib.]

Fine. ["I'll get better", he meant, seeing as they've already established that he's probably REALLY sick, but he doesn't bother signing it.] Papyrus taking care of me. He's force-feeding me soup and spaghetti.

[Right now he lives in Olive Garden.]

heh.

[voidedman]

You'll get better.

[There we go, he said it. He took Sans' hand in his, sitting next to his bed]

I noticed. You're mostly soup right now, aren't you? Would you like me to open a window?

[If he could.]

[trombones]

[Right, yeah. That's what he meant. Sans nods. Then he blinks down at his hand as Gaster takes it. ...Huh. His hand definitely feels real -- maybe too real. Weird.

... But nice.]

Mostly soup. Little bit of Grillby's, when I asked nice.

[He signs it, grinning a little, then lays his arm over his forehead. Still feverish, but he had something to focus on this time.]

y'know, dad, i'm not a baby bones anymore. [His smile stays. Gaster could probably tell that he's kidding. ... Then he thinks about it.] ... can you?

[It's more of a question than a request. Like, can you touch other stuff?]

[voidedman]

He's spoiling you, the last thing you need is a burger.

[But it's gentle. He squeezes his hand lightly.]

I know. Let me do this.

[As for the window, he gets up, inspecting it. Can he touch it? He reaches out, lightly pressing. His hand doesn't go through, so he tries. It takes a while. A minute or two of struggling, but at last he can manifest enough to crack the window open.

Enjoy that breeze]

[trombones]

it was fries.

[He sure is going between speaking and signing a lot, but whatever. What's consistency??

He lolls his head over as Gaster tries the window. His congested skull doesn't exactly process the implication of Gaster moving things, but he gets distracted by the Snowdin cold that comes out the window anyway.

That and, y'know, Snowdin cold doesn't actually bother skeletons. But he can still feel it, which is obvious by the way he relaxes just a little more when the breeze hits him. Ahh.]

and it was just one time.

the whole time, he held it, like... arm's length away from himself. i was on the couch, so i could see him walkin' up to the house like that...

[He holds an arm out. It flops back on the bed. Whatever. His arms aren't long enough anyway.]

[voidedman]

I can't blame him, that isn't good for you while you're sick, Sans.

[His hand smoothed over his head gently.]

I'd even say the soup and spaghetti is better at this point, but you never cared much for healthier food.

[trombones]

nah. he just hates grease.

[Which would prove Gaster's point exactly.]

don't worry about it... he's still drownin' me in soup. like i said... takin' care of me.

we've always... [SNIFF. Why does he feel like he's gonna sneeze?? He doesn't even have a nose.] ...looked after each other.

[voidedman]

That is exactly what I mean, Sans.

[Siiiigh. He reaches over and snags a tissue for him. You still have face ooze, okay, here you go]

I know. You've both done such a good job. I worry still, but I know I can trust you two.

[trombones]

[geez dad this is baby bones stuff!! not really though because he takes the tissue anyway]

heh. yeah, well. papyrus is better at it than i aaaaaaaaahhhhh [CHOO.

He sits up with a sneeze. Then his eye flashes blue-and-yellow and, suddenly, a Gaster Blaster appearrs. Like, right at the foot of the bed.

It's not even doing anything. Sans holds a hand over his nasal cavity(???????) and stares.]

[voidedman]

[Blow your nose damnit]

You're both just fine.

[He glances over to the end of the bed and smiles, going to coax the manifestation on over. Well, hell, he made them right]

[trombones]

[I DON'T HAVE A NOSE, DAD! LEAVE ME ALONE!! Also: what if he just sniffed and did nothing with that tissue. Because that's what he's doing.

That and, to be honest, accidentally summoning one of your most powerful attacks is distracting. Thankfully, the Gaster Blasters were actually pretty docile when they had nothing to attack. But since they're usually brought out TO attack something, this one just looks confused.

At least, until Gaster beckons it over. The enormous skull pauses only for a second before near-instantly deciding it wants affection. Then it floats over to its maker. It's so excited!

Sans finally thinks to wipe himself off with that tissue. He scoots forward and leans his back to the wall. He's dizzy again, but it's not as bad.]

watch out. it's... pretty playful if it doesn't have something to blast. [At least he's not sneezing blue attacks at Papyrus like last time.] guess you'd know that, though.