[Sans isn't very into the whole sharing concept. It never felt like much of an option back home and it felt downright unsafe here. Or it did, for the first few months. Hard to say how he felt now.
Regardless, the stakes were heightened now, what with an invading force at their doorstep. Sans wasn't there on C-Primary, and for all he know Niko was short on gossip and needed an excuse, but avoiding more bloodshed for him and his took precedent.
At least Sans had it on good authority that he was decent at telling stories. Did the voices, paused at the right time, a very professional affair. This, told between sips of something that sounded viscous and intoxicating, was decidedly less so.]
Alright, so my hometown is this little stretch of cavern not too far from the ruins of Home, the first monster city after the humans banished us underground. It's covered in permafrost and snow just about all the time... so they called it Snowdin. Guess you can see why I'm kind of a fan.
Anyway... when monsters outgrew Home and started exploring deeper into the Underground, they found this place and it was settled by monsters with thick enough fur to withstand the cold temperatures. Lots of dogs and rabbits. They're great neighbors, even if that place is crawling with kids. Speaking of...
My brother in me, we did a lot of walking around when we were kids. New Home (yeah, that's what the next big monster city was called, our King's a little dodgy with names) is crazy overcrowded and the small villages between it and the Ruins don't have much by way of y'know. Resources. Food. Shelter. That kinda thing. You don't have a lotta money, you get by however you can. And you know how kids are. I've yet to meet one without sticky fingers, metaphorical or otherwise.
My bro was about, I dunno... a baby, I guess. But he was born with these giant chompers and that kid could eat, so, y'know. Had to make do with what I had. And what I had is aforementioned sticky fingers. Now there's this place in Snowdin, a real rinky dink little shop, but the rabbit that works it makes these killer cinnamon buns. Shapes 'em like bunnies, too, get it? Like I was saying, Snowdin's my kinda town.
So there I was, helping myself, when this big shadow forms behind me. And I know I don't have skin... or blood... but I swear my bones went a few shades whiter. Thought my goose was cooked. But this lady, she doesn't get pissed, she just... asks me about my day. What I was up to, what my bro's name was, what my name was, y'know. The usual stuff. And I was so freaked I just played along -- didn't even notice her bagging up an entire tray of those bunnies until she was holding it out to me. Next thing I know, she's on the phone with her sister, setting up a room for us at her inn.
After that we just... I dunno. Never left.
[Sans goes quiet for a bit, remembering that last day home. The evacuation, the whispers, the tracks in the snow leading towards Waterfall and escape from the human who had already killed so many. The rabbit who helped him all those years ago was among them, along with her many, many kin. All that was left of her in her shopfront was a note to the human. A final plea to spare her family.
Sans leaves that part out.]
... Guess that's it. Hope it helps, man. For what it's worth, her niece got drunk with me once and told me the "super secret" family recipe for cinnamon bunnies. I'll attach that too, in case anyone wants to try 'em out. Never managed to get 'em to rise.
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Regardless, the stakes were heightened now, what with an invading force at their doorstep. Sans wasn't there on C-Primary, and for all he know Niko was short on gossip and needed an excuse, but avoiding more bloodshed for him and his took precedent.
At least Sans had it on good authority that he was decent at telling stories. Did the voices, paused at the right time, a very professional affair. This, told between sips of something that sounded viscous and intoxicating, was decidedly less so.]
Alright, so my hometown is this little stretch of cavern not too far from the ruins of Home, the first monster city after the humans banished us underground. It's covered in permafrost and snow just about all the time... so they called it Snowdin. Guess you can see why I'm kind of a fan.
Anyway... when monsters outgrew Home and started exploring deeper into the Underground, they found this place and it was settled by monsters with thick enough fur to withstand the cold temperatures. Lots of dogs and rabbits. They're great neighbors, even if that place is crawling with kids. Speaking of...
My brother in me, we did a lot of walking around when we were kids. New Home (yeah, that's what the next big monster city was called, our King's a little dodgy with names) is crazy overcrowded and the small villages between it and the Ruins don't have much by way of y'know. Resources. Food. Shelter. That kinda thing. You don't have a lotta money, you get by however you can. And you know how kids are. I've yet to meet one without sticky fingers, metaphorical or otherwise.
My bro was about, I dunno... a baby, I guess. But he was born with these giant chompers and that kid could eat, so, y'know. Had to make do with what I had. And what I had is aforementioned sticky fingers. Now there's this place in Snowdin, a real rinky dink little shop, but the rabbit that works it makes these killer cinnamon buns. Shapes 'em like bunnies, too, get it? Like I was saying, Snowdin's my kinda town.
So there I was, helping myself, when this big shadow forms behind me. And I know I don't have skin... or blood... but I swear my bones went a few shades whiter. Thought my goose was cooked. But this lady, she doesn't get pissed, she just... asks me about my day. What I was up to, what my bro's name was, what my name was, y'know. The usual stuff. And I was so freaked I just played along -- didn't even notice her bagging up an entire tray of those bunnies until she was holding it out to me. Next thing I know, she's on the phone with her sister, setting up a room for us at her inn.
After that we just... I dunno. Never left.
[Sans goes quiet for a bit, remembering that last day home. The evacuation, the whispers, the tracks in the snow leading towards Waterfall and escape from the human who had already killed so many. The rabbit who helped him all those years ago was among them, along with her many, many kin. All that was left of her in her shopfront was a note to the human. A final plea to spare her family.
Sans leaves that part out.]
... Guess that's it. Hope it helps, man. For what it's worth, her niece got drunk with me once and told me the "super secret" family recipe for cinnamon bunnies. I'll attach that too, in case anyone wants to try 'em out. Never managed to get 'em to rise.