* it looks nice on you, miss. [ He chuckles, moving his umbrella around. ] * but, nah, no rain today, at least i don't think so, but maybe it's raining somewhere else, you know what i mean? [ Sans looks up at Toriel, rubbing a red ketchup stain on his shirt. ] * who got it to you, if i can ask?

(sans dies to the roaring knight 2)

* ... hope your mom doesn't mind this, kiddo. [ He says, his eye glowing yellow, a glimmer of hope, an attempt to believe that the 'person' he's fighting can even ATTEMPT to change. ] [𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂! Countless breathless dodges, but he visibly grows weaker due to the speed. ] [+]

* well, that looks gnarly, or should i say, 'crawly'? eheheheh.

* oh, yeah... man, shame that's not enough information. * could you, hmm... maybe tell me a little bit more about all that.

* yeah, and it's a shame i never found out how the animatronics attacked the night guard. * and who made the animatronics. * and who worked with william afton. * and if he had any children. * and what happened in majority of the games. * and about the minigames, too.

* yeah, shame there isn't anybody as wise and intelligent to do it around here, eh? * maybe i should search it online, i always liked that william afton guy, wonder what's the deal with him.

* boy, how i wish someone explained that one game with the five nights and the bear to me...

* cute, eh? i could blush, but i don't got no skin, or like some folk, fur. [ He gives a slight wink, shrugging his arms and shifting his foot slightly. ] * but, yours is nice too, ma'am. * so, what's up with the umbrella? is this one of the trends the kids are doing?

[ Well, he's there... too? Unfortunately or fortunately, he holds an umbrella, with skeleton faces as the style. ] * what's up, miss toriel?

(searching sans as a human and seeing white, skinny, small hair sans everywhere instead of a fat short dude with stylized long hair)

* you made me like this mr. wingdings.

* haters will say it's fake.

* the name's bass, bass the skeleton.

(sans traumadumping to another kid. Bad habits die old)

* thick little pippins? they seem pretty normal to me.

* well, i think you're pretty 'clean', maybe i should give one of these a try.

* prophecy? huh, this must be some kinda... deltarune.

* ... so, the place is... cold this time of day. 【The sound of a clock in his shop plays, tick tock, like the start to a melody after a long day...】 【He puts his hand in his chin, keeping that smile of his, tapping the table as he looks at the rain outside.】 * wonder how toriel is.

* well, more for me, then.

* battat? bad at what?

* wingdings? Um. whos dats???

* not my fault, even paps hates him.

* yep, fucking hate that dude, you should actually kill him, i would not mind.

* sell you crack, i guess.

* hey, you keep looking at me like that, you're gonna have to face off my other bro, babybones.

DEAR SPAMTON G SPAMTON, I HOPE YOU ROT IN THE DEEPEST, DARKEST PIT OF HELL WHERE THE FIRE NEVER GOES OUT AND THE SCREAMS NEVER STOP. EVERY LIE YOU TOLD, EVERY CRUELTY YOU SPAT, EVERY WRETCHED THING YOU DID IS GOING TO BURN BACK ONTO YOUR SOUL A THOUSAND TIMES OVER. I WANT YOU TO CHOKE ON YOUR OWN V

* wow, and here i thought you would change, have a little heart to heart, but, meh, fuggedaboutit. 【He teleports out of the way, before an ever so familiar skull forms, once he raises his fist...】 【... a strong laser shoots out of it, his sweat still falling like droplets of rain in glass.】 [+]

【He takes a deep breath, before he manages to dodge majority of them, a few nearly stabbed him but...】 【He comes off fine, sweating.】 * huh, you really used your strongest attack first. 【Sans breathes tense, despite him taunting the other, he was tired already...】

* this is usually the part where i tell you how this is gonna go... * ... but, ya know, i'm sure you already know, deep down. * so, how about this... * ... Don't miss your first hit. 【He stares, waiting for a blow, concentrating if anything bad happens...】

* remember the part where no one forced you to say that?

【Staring from a safe enough distance.】 * you got some problems, man.

* what happened to ramb? i love that guy.

* ... i'm waiting for something.

I can do this! Okay gimmie a second. ummmmm... here!

(cant leave yo ass alone for 3 fucking seconds)

//

【A few steps behind the other... before coming to an abrupt stop.】 * hey, buddy... got anythin' in mind?

jack (sans everytime he sees someone who is acting shady)

* whatcha got in mind, bucko? 【Suddenly appearing there, looking quite suspicious of the other.】

check this out

* like hey maybe things just took a weird ro

No… It can’t be…

* blame it on the booze, got you feeling loose, blame it on the tron, got you in the zone * blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol, blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol, blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny, blame on the blue tap, got ya feeling dizzy

* hey, who are we talkin' about?

【He lays his eyes shut, seems like he's distraught by something.】 * i'll avenge kris, though, could be a struggle.

* copycat, much?