text; have u seen this bone

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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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[warandpeace]

I've not seen him. Sorry.

But I'll tell you if I do.

A few of the people I know aren't here anymore, so maybe he's safely home. [He hopes.] He was fine when you last saw him?

[skelepun]

[When Sans reads this particular message, he has to take a moment. Denial was a tough game to keep up when reality kept poking its ugly head in.]

there's no safely home for me and him, buddy. [To put it mildly.] we were supposed to get a ship, pilot our way outta here. i've just been dragging my feet on that lately.

and yeah, he was fine. making plans, all that.

[warandpeace]

[After what happened with Big Boss, and with what happened to Paz who he knows returns to a scenario he wouldn't wish on his worst enemies (and he's a man that bent a guy's leg backwards and shot off the arm and leg off another), he wants to say that Sans needs to deal with the loss. It's that mean, aggressive side, that he's just going to stomp down since there are better places to direct it.]

You checked cryo yet? I guess you must have...

[Better direction, because he knows how bad loss hurts.]

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he just got out yesterday. can't imagine he'd go back in after a day.

but, yeah. i guess i should probably check. thanks, pal.

[There's a lengthy pause where it looks like that might be the end of it. Until--]

yo, buddy, could you do me a favor?

[warandpeace]

Yeah. Sure.

[Sounds like he needs it.]

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pap was supposed to meet me here. feels a little weird leaving, in case he shows up.

could you help a guy out and check cryo for me?

[warandpeace]

Alright. I'll go over there.

[And in about ten minutes, after he's done a triple check.]

Sorry. Not there.

[skelepun]

[Any disappointment is squashed with determined immediacy, smoothing back out to comfortable, empty platitudes.]

yeah, that was a longshot. but thanks for looking into it, i owe you one.

[warandpeace]

I'll check anywhere else if you need it.

[He hates being in a place where these things are even a possible issue. No one should be worried about randomly losing their loved ones.]