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rackofbadcds2015-12-13 08:57 am
trombones) wrote in rackofbadcds2015-12-13 08:57 am
man, it doesn't show signs of stopping
[Despite the namesake, Snowdin never snowed in. Actually, their inexplicable snowfall was mild to moderate most of the time. So it was rare to see the kind of heavy fall Sans stepped out to find. And definitely rarer when he woke up from yet another random napping spot (like cold bothers skeletons) surrounded by a deep snow wall. Like, four feet of it.
Come to think of it... where was he again?
Blinking himself awake, the skeleton groggily stands up and brushes the snow off his feet and legs. The only reason he wasn't buried in it himself was because he happened to be under a tree. So. Boy. He'd teleport out of here if he could see or remember where the heck he was, but uh.
Huh.
He cups a hand to his mouth.]
marco?
[You hear a faint "HUHUHUHUH" in the distance.]
Come to think of it... where was he again?
Blinking himself awake, the skeleton groggily stands up and brushes the snow off his feet and legs. The only reason he wasn't buried in it himself was because he happened to be under a tree. So. Boy. He'd teleport out of here if he could see or remember where the heck he was, but uh.
Huh.
He cups a hand to his mouth.]
marco?
[You hear a faint "HUHUHUHUH" in the distance.]
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He may have actually lost track of his brother for real this time. Not that he's too worried, but- Oh, that's his voice, nevermind, he's fine, per usual. ]
WHO'S MARCO?
[A familiar annoying voice also calls out from a good distance away. Not the right answer, but it got the job done. Sans will need to keep talking if he wants Papyrus to find him though.]
crossing my fingers DW lets these fonts work but prob not
He relaxes again -- not that he was too worried to begin with, and tries to peer up from the snow pile. No luck, but the snow was at least powdery enough to push out of his way.]
Marco Polo. Your long lost brother.
he kind of sounds like this.
[SOMETIMES LIKE THIS.]
it didnt youre a failure
[ It sounds like Papyrus is actually falling for it.]
THAT'S GREAT!!
BUT IF YOU DON'T MIND, I HAVE TO GO FIND MY ACTUAL BROTHER RIGHT NOW.
[ Yeah, you little troll. But at least Sans trying to pull his leg is helping him find where the other is a little. ]
quits rp
No, really. It's me. I was buried out here the whole time, you just didn't know it was me, Marco--
[Until he slips, pushing just a little too much snow. WHUMPF. More falls on top of him, efficiently burying under a decent layer of powder. Whoops.]
...polo??
[You can barely hear the HUHUHUHUHs.
Thankfully, the worst a skeleton has to worry about is getting snow in their eyesockets but. You know.]
good
SANS?? COME ON NOW, THIS ISN'T FUNNY!
[ Don't make him get worried... ]
dang
Sans disappears from his spot by the tree and poofs a decent distance behind Papyrus. He reappears a few inches off the snow, just enough to see his brother before falling into with another whumpf.
... You know what??]
i ain't alfredo no snow, but this is spaghetti'n ridiculous.
if you cant take the heat get out of my kitchen
Those puns though... ]
NEVERMIND, I'M LEAVING YOU HERE!!
[ Said with crossed arms and a "hmph."
...Except that lasts all of three seconds as he doesn't move, and actually instead holds out a hand. ]
COME ON, LAZYBONES!
no i will burn and die
[After a moment, the top of his skull pops out of the snow. Just the top.]
tell me whatcha think.
[He moves his head up, enough that Papyrus could see his eyesockets. They're packet with snow.]
no really, tell me. 'cause i can't see.
thats a little extreme
[ Okay.
This is actually hilarious. Physical comedy is the type of humor Papyrus will admit he finds funniest. Papyrus cracks a large smile and starts laughing. ]
HEH HEH HEH HEH!!! OH, IF YOU COULD SEE YOURSELF RIGHT NOW!! HANG ON, I'LL TAKE A PICTURE-
[ He might be laughing too hard to take a steady picture though. But he tried. It's perfect. It's just a sea of white, and then Sans' face in the snow, with snow pouring out his eyesockets. It's amazing. He's crying a little with how hard he's laughing. ]
SANS, THIS IS THE BEST PHOTO OF YOU I'VE EVER TAKEN.
i am passionate
Sans almost wishes he could see right now because he'd love to see the tears he can practically hear coming out of his brother right now. He grins just a little wider (not that Papyrus could see).]
no way. you're actually laughing.
[Like, not that it's not unusual, but to get Papyrus to laugh as hard as he was at his shenanigans??? Holy crap, that's a miracle in itself.
A bony hand pops out of the snow to practically punch snow out of one eyesocket. Then the other hand comes out with his cell phone. Which basically means he's taking a picture of Papyrus taking a picture and also laughing??]
dont die for your cause
HERE, LOOK, LOOK!!
[And he shows off the photos, still giggling but simmering down a little.]
ALRIGHT, YOU BIG GOOFBALL. LET'S GO HOME.
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oh man. i gotta do that more often!
[Here, he'll show Papyrus his own pictures too!! Eventually he settles down along with his brother, save for the occasional "heheh".]
pfff, you're not bad either. if we had noses you'd be snotting right now, bro.
and ok, but i'm gonna need a ride. besides, i gotta show ya something.
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[ He would be though. Still, he picks up Sans anyway, piggyback style. ]
WHAT IS IT?
i used this for another thread too but idc it's funny
[It takes a second to break out of the snow, especially when it was nearly as tall as he was. Papyrus giving him a lift helps, though. He shakes some snow off on the taller skeleton, but don't worry about it.
Anyway!! Sans reaches into his pocket and pulls out a torn piece of paper. He got it off a cooking magazine he found waterlogged in the dump, hence why it was wrinkly, but we're also talking about Papyrus' slime-emitting brother here. Still. Sans unfolds the page and hands it to him over his shoulder.
It's a recipe about spaghetti ice cream.]
sweet, right?
[Or gross. This could go either way. But it's literally just ice cream.]
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[Papyrus looks over the paper, shifting his hold a little as he feels his Sans crawling on his back. And then he sees it. SPAGHETTI ICE CREAM.]
SANS, WHAT IS THIS!!! THIS ISN'T ONE OF YOUR PRANKS, IS IT???
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[I mean yes but that's another story.
His Sans leans over Papyrus' shoulder to point at the page number.]
i found it in the dump, see? it says you can use vanilla ice cream, strawberry sauce, white chocolate... the works.
I DID IT
THIS IS TRULY A FASCINATING PEEK INTO HUMAN CULTURE!! TO INVENT A DISH, LIKE SPAGHETTI, AND THEN TO MAKE IT ONCE AGAIN, BUT OUT OF DIFFERENT INGREDIENTS, SO THAT IT IS LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE OF THE ORIGINAL? INSTEAD OF BEING WARM AND SAVORY, IT IS NOW COLD AND SWEET? DOES THIS MEAN THAT UP THERE, THERE ARE OPPOSITES OF EVERY FOOD? COLD DOGS? NOT-GREASY BURGERS??
[ Papyrus pounds his fist into his open hand. ]
I SHALL MAKE THIS... SPAGHETTIEIS!! I DO NOT WANT TO BE CAUGHT UNAWARES WHEN WE GO TO THE SURFACE BY THEIR UNUSUAL CUISINE CHOICES!!
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[Nice. Satisfied with a job well done, Sans uses the snow still packed in his jacket to make a tiny snowman on Papyrus' head.
How long it's got before it falls off: ???]
who knows? spaghetti's already basically your thing. maybe the nice cream guy could give ya a hand.