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[To say Sans hasn't been around recently is a massive understatement. Since his public dumping, he's been taking in the scenery of his bedroom relatively exclusively. Occasionally he would broaden his scope and investigate the inside of an empty bag of chips for extra crumbs, but that was only on good days.

More than anything, he slept. That was supposed to change today, at Papyrus's nagging, petulant insistence. They'd agreed to meet today in one of his little brother's patented snap out of it jogs around the ship. Sans had never looked forward to exercise quite so much.

When Papyrus didn't show and the MID directory listed his name wreathed in nervewracking red, that excitement turned quickly to gnawing, persistent denial.]

hey so. hope everyone's doing alright. heard a lot of babies crying through my door the last few weeks. lemme know if you need babysitters, i've been looking for a few more chairs around here.

anyway...

i was wondering if anyone's seen my bro, papyrus. he's a morale officer around here, you may have met him through that? if you haven't, here's a picture. it's kinda old, he sent it to me from his MID a few months back. still looks pretty much the same, but his uniform might have more puff paint on it now (he's the circled one).

just to get this out of the way now: yeah, we're skeletons. yeah, we're really alive. no, how we eat isn't that interesting.

it's no big deal if you haven't seen him, he a busy guy. but if you DO see him could you let him know his brother's looking for him. he knows where to find me.

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i had a lot

where are you?

my room. pap was supposed to meet me here, figure i'd stick around in case he shows up.

okay

[Not too long after that message, there's a knock on Sans's door.]

Ngh...

[Surrounded by empty (or half empty) bags of chips, old bottles of fruit punch, and the potent smell of rubbing alcohol... Sans wasn't exactly in a position to entertain. His hoodie was patchy and dirty, and the rest of him wasn't much better. It smelled as if he hadn't bothered scrubbing the human food from his spine in days.

Really, it was closer to weeks. Time was weird lately.]

Uh, yo, in the middle of a nap here. [He called through the wall, not bothering to get up from his bed.] If that's you Ratch, just take a walk.

[Frisk can smell the stench of the room even through the door, and they wrinkle their nose before replying at a little higher volume.]

Sans, it's Frisk! Can I come in, please?

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