snowblindrpg | [network] @sans; Day 45 Late Evening, text [open]

[ There are hardly even words. ]

r u 4 real

damn good question.

does it really matter?

In the grand scheme of things? Yeah, probably.

heh. well, sorry to say I don't really know the answer to that, then.

i am being serious though, if that's what you're asking. well. about as serious as I can be.

Well you should be aware that was a totally lame pun.

my jokes are hilarious, I don't know what you're talking about. i am the pinnacle of skeleton-based humor.

n o p e well ok maybe the pinnacle of SKELETON based humor. low bar there.

aww c'mon, these jokes are to die for! and my audience always loves a good ribbing.

idk I'm bone tired maybe tomarrow

[Sans couldn't help snickering to himself.]

okay, I gotta admit, that was some grade A execution there.

what's your name, pal?

See now, that one was good. I'm Stephanie.

i'm sans, nice to meet you stephanie.

were you interested in some storytelling or did you just want to hear some more of my hilarious jokes?

I'm just bored, really. Whatever's fine.

well I hope I can entertain.

any preference on bedtime stories? maybe something that's more serious than comedic?

Something with a happy ending? I can hardly stand these long nights.

i always try to tell stories with happy endings. life needs more happy endings.

here, I know a sweet one.

once upon a time, there was a young monster child who lived deep in the woods with his parents. they lived far away in isolation from everyone, scared of the humans that feared them so. the monster child was very lonely, and would spend most of his time playing in the woods by himself. one day, while playing, he heard a voice calling for help through the trees. though he was taught never to speak to strangers, the little monster couldn't ignore a plea for help, and approached cautiously.

there, he saw a young human, about his age, with their clothes snagged in some particularly prickly bushes. the monster didn't know what to do. but as he hesitated, the human began to cry, and the monster decided he would aid the other child. despite never having seen a monster before, the human did not scream, and let the monster set them free.

the monster asked them what they were doing this far up on the mountain, and the human explained that their family lived at the base of the mountain, on the forest's edge. they liked to explore the woods, but had never come this far before. the monster said he liked to play in the woods too, and wondered if maybe they could play together. they agreed, and the two played together in those woods for hours. they quickly became good friends, meeting each other in those woods every day, and returning home only when their mothers would call them for supper.

there's more to the story, but it gets a little bit sadder at this point, even if there's still a happy ending.

I'm not THAT sensitive. Come on, tell the rest.

alright, alright. i'm just saying my brother would've been bawling his eyes out at this part.

one day, when the little monster went down the mountain to play with his friend, his friend mysteriously didn't appear. the monster waited and waited all the way until supper time, but the human never showed up. he tried again the next day, and the next, but still they didn't appear. worried about his friend and feeling lonelier than ever, the monster decided to do something drastic. he traveled down the mountain. all day he walked, until he reached the base of the mountain. following rising smoke from a chimney, the monster found the house of his human friend.

as he approached the house, his friend ran out to meet him. the human stopped the monster and told him to go home, that they couldn't play with him anymore, and that their father would kill any monster he saw. about to protest in confusion, the monster was interrupted when suddenly a shriek came from the house. the child's mother screamed and screamed at the sight of the little monster, until their father came running out, carrying a gun.

the little monster froze in fear, but the human child quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him into the woods. together, the pair ran away, back up the mountainside as far as their legs could take them. by the time they stopped running, it had gotten very dark and they were a long ways away from the human's home. the little monster heard his name being called out by his parents, worried sick that their son hadn't come home sooner. though reluctant, the monster was able to convince his friend to come with him and stay the night, as it was much too dark to head home now.

much to the human's surprise, the monster's parents welcomed the child with open arms and invited them to dinner, happy that the child had been such a good friend to their son and kept him safe. just as they were about to sit down, however, there was a frantic knock at the door. the monster's mother opened the door and outside stood the tired and ragged form of the human child's father, still carrying the gun in his hands. though he had arrived at the door with the intent to kill them all, the sight of such a tidy home and the smell of a home cooked meal quite literally disarmed him. the human child ran to their father and hugged him, begging him not to hurt their friend or his family.

the human's father put aside his weapon. at the monster's mother's insistence, the two of them joined their dinner table, and all five of them enjoyed a nice meal together. from then on, the two families shared the mountain together, becoming good neighbors and good friends.

the end.

Aww, that was cute. How old is your brother?

thanks. it's a pretty well known story where I come from.

[... Sans kind of paused at the question, a bit taken off guard by it. He wasn't really sure how to put it...]

i lost track of our ages, and I'm not sure how well it'd translate into human years anyway, but he was just barely into adulthood.

[ Ah, that past tense is a little off-putting. ]

Well, it's sweet that he would've been in tears.

[Yeah. Sans was still getting used to it too.]

heh, yeah. he was always pretty sensitive, and that was probably my fault for always telling him these kinds of stories.

That's how all the best stories go, though!

[If Quark had any idea that Sans wasn't feeling quite up to snuff, he might not be so excited about the idea of a bedtime story. But, hey, that's text for you.]

I'd like one!

[He can't even remember the last time he was told a bedtime story!]

hey, you seem pretty enthusiastic about it. alright, any kind of story you're particularly interested in?

i used to read kids' books to my brother. i think I know 'peek-a-boo with fluffy bunny' by heart at this point, though it's not as good without the illustrations.

[Well, Peek-a-Boo with Fluffy Bunny doesn't exactly sound like his kind of story, but beggars can't be choosers. He'll settle with it following very few complaints if that's what Sans decides on.]

Do you know any adventure stories?
or stories about outer space!

cant say I know any stories about outer space.

[It was a side effect of his race not having seen the sky in a full millenia.]

adventure though? yeah I could probably do adventure. how about a story about time travel?

That sounds great!

[Heck yeah! He even knows a couple of time travelers. Or, well, more like a passing acquaintance. And he has no idea they're time travelers, but...semantics.]

Are they traveling backwards are forwards?

[Sans's eyes kind of lit up at that question. Hah. He had all but forgotten that traveling forward in time was a thing.]

backwards.

[Write what you know, right?]

hey, if you could go back in time and fix past mistakes, would you? a very long time ago, there was a doctor - a quantum physicist - who thought he could fix the world's problems if he were able to invent a way to go back in time and stop them from ever happening.

I don't know if I would or not!

[Oddly enough, he's involved in a plot to save the world from its destruction, but he has no idea about any of that. It's all kind of above and beyond him.]

I mean, not much bad has happened to me, and even though bad things happened in the past, when my Grandpa was younger, if I changed it things would be so different now, right?

[Quark, you're ruining the story.]

But he's a doctor, so I bet he knows what he's doing, right?

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heh, don't even worry about it kid, it was a rhetorical question. there isn't any real answer, y'know. it's a tough call.

anyway, this doctor had a pretty good grasp on what he was doing. best time travel expert in the world. he had a nice young assistant that would help him out, too, a smart kid that liked to keep him company from time to time. one day, the doctor thought he'd finally made a breakthrough. he asked his assistant to come help him test it out.

unfortunately, things didn't quite go according to plan.

Oh. Uh...I knew that.

[Aha...ha...of course he didn't. He totally thought this was a serious question. But anyway, back to the story, it's getting good.]

oh no!!! what happens next? Do they go to the wrong place in time?

You make a lot of skeleton jokes.

[He's starting to wonder if he's a gravedigger (or equivalent) who makes puns for his own sanity, actually...guess who wasn't following the other conversations in which he said he is a skeleton.]

But in any case, I certainly wouldn't mind one. It's surprising how much one can learn from a story.

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skeletons are hilarious.

[Guess who liked playing around and avoiding saying it outright. If only to mess with people.]

alright. i gotta admit most of the stories I know are from kids' bedtime books, but I can always spin up some fairytales or something.

and I guess people here wouldn't have heard about the legend of mt. ebott either. that one's the kind of story you learn when you're just a baby bones back in my world.

You're right, I've never heard such a tale. What sort of legend is it?

[He's starting to wonder, though, after "baby bones", and considering the likes of, well, Freya, in this town. A rat-person is slightly easier to imagine than a living skeleton, though, so it's nothing he's giving serious thought to just yet.]

it's not really a happy story. hell, it's barely a story, it's more like history. but I can tell it to you if you'd like.

about a thousand years ago there were two races living on the earth - humans and monsters. one day, war broke out between the two races. the humans, in the end, were overwhelmingly victorious, slaughtering hundreds of monsters in their wake. they drove the monster race deep underneath a mountain, where they were sealed away with a magic spell. this mountain is called mt. ebott.

for the past one thousand years, monsters have been trying to find a way to get out, but the barrier can only be broken by the power of seven human souls. and, well, since humans are warned to stay away from mt. ebott, there's not a whole lot of chance they're ever getting out.

Where I come from, "monster" is used to refer to a villainous figure in a story meant to teach a lesson to those who hear it, or someone who does unspeakable things. I assume these monsters are different?

[Because it's not told as if these monsters are evil in any way.]

yeah, I'm aware that people have changed the meaning of the word to something like that.

where I'm from, the word 'monster' simply refers to a race of people, it has no positive or negative connotations. it has the same meaning as 'animal' or 'human'.

still, the double meaning's already caused me some issues.

I can imagine. I'm sorry for the trouble it's caused you here. I'll try to watch my words, myself.

[So this person is a monster. He wonders what they look like, but refrains from asking, remembering how everyone had reacted to Freya's appearance.]

But the humans of your world have taken this meaning too? That's cruel to do to those one shares the world with.

[And what a plan, he thinks, in case the seal is ever broken. The power of human souls...he can't imagine that means souls still attached to their bodies. That's not usually what one means when one references souls by themselves. If the humans made the seal, there was no chance of the monsters ever returning peacefully, because the requirement of seven deaths would instantly paint the monsters as, well...monstrous.

He wonders what could have started this war. Sans seems like a perfectly reasonable person, and if this is representative of most monsters, it certainly can't be a matter of the monsters actually being evil as the name is used to imply.]

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wow i'm sorry for the text wall, i like telling stories

don't worry I asked for it xD

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