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rackofbadcds2015-12-13 08:57 am
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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.]
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.