[log] More children for Team Babysitter [closed]

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch, Quark, House, Frisk
Location: D11(58)
Date: 54 evening-ish, whenever they get there
Summary: House asked Enoch to look out for Frisk because he can't outrun a monster. Enoch can't say no when a child is in danger.
Warnings: None yet? General Snowblind stuff? There may be a monster we haven't accounted for yet?

It had been a little less than halfway through the day when Enoch and Quark had made it to the house buried under the snow wall. It was starting to feel a little nostalgic, somehow, though not entirely in the best of ways; this was the place where It had struck, where he'd spent the entire night in its grip...

...But it was also the place he'd made a new friend. It was a house between the open air and the dark tunnels below. And he had all day to either contemplate its symbolism or wallow in the despair encroaching on the back of his mind. He knew better than to give in to that.

Eventually, House would arrive through the other door, with their new little companion.

((ooc: This is a mingle, go make your own toplevels for anything you guys want!))

Comments

[despiteeverything]

[Frisk's head almost immediately jerks up.]

Were they really bad puns?

[The words come out a little bit louder than they meant to, if they wanted to avoid waking up anybody in the room next door. Almost immediately Frisk claps their hands over their mouth, and a single word can be heard muffled between them.]

Sorry.

[Mostly.]

[warriorscribe]

[Their reaction brings a brightness to Enoch's eyes, if his eyes are even visible in the darkness of the house. Helping reunite friends in this place was a reward all its own, especially on his way as he was to reunite with one of his own.]

I didn't particularly think so, but I haven't heard that many bad skeleton puns. I wouldn't know. I can't imagine that...combination of name and habit would be common. If you know it, surely it's the same Sans.

[despiteeverything]

[Frisk nods delightedly. Yeah, truthfully, they don't really know who else it could be. It had to be Sans - had to be. Which meant they weren't alone.]

Sans is a skeleton. Well.. he's a skeleton monster. [Was there really a difference? Maybe not. Frisk shrugs to themselves before continuing.] So he really likes making skeleton jokes. [they grin.] It's tibia 'xpected.

[Ayyyyy?]

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch chuckles, after a moment's pause to remember what a tibia was. He knows most of the major bones, in the limbs mostly, but it's not very relevant to his life, only things he's picked up in passing.]

So that's why he makes so many of them. I had guessed he was a gravedigger with a grim sense of humor.

[All the puns he knows don't work in English. He has to think up new ones. Otherwise, he'd throw one in there just to keep the mood light.]