He had a feeling. A heavy, sinking feeling after the movie night went all to shit. And Sans should have followed him then, or kept better track of him, or...
Well, lotta shouldas, etc. Always are.
It's not so much that he's been actively searching, either. He's been keeping an eye out, and teleporting all over Wonderland. Nothing particularly strenuous, just short jumps when he feels like it. He's put up with this truth thing before. It's a pain in the coccyx, but he's Sans. The second time around, he's given up on fighting it. Wonderland's going to take his secrets from him one way or another. Resisting just gives you a headache. The best he can do is make a cursory effort to avoid people.
And the woods is good for that sort of thing. He's heading out to that meadow he likes when he spots a glow through the trees. The small, dim burn of a cigarette.
The really sad thing is that he feels a stir of hope for a second, because maybe it's Tim, and he can make sure Tim's...well, there's no way in hell he's anything approaching alright, but Sans will generally take "not dead" as a win.
He teleports a few yards behind the light and catches the figure of a young man through the trees. It's easy enough to recognize him. Monsters have damn good nightvision, after all.
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Well, lotta shouldas, etc. Always are.
It's not so much that he's been actively searching, either. He's been keeping an eye out, and teleporting all over Wonderland. Nothing particularly strenuous, just short jumps when he feels like it. He's put up with this truth thing before. It's a pain in the coccyx, but he's Sans. The second time around, he's given up on fighting it. Wonderland's going to take his secrets from him one way or another. Resisting just gives you a headache. The best he can do is make a cursory effort to avoid people.
And the woods is good for that sort of thing. He's heading out to that meadow he likes when he spots a glow through the trees. The small, dim burn of a cigarette.
The really sad thing is that he feels a stir of hope for a second, because maybe it's Tim, and he can make sure Tim's...well, there's no way in hell he's anything approaching alright, but Sans will generally take "not dead" as a win.
He teleports a few yards behind the light and catches the figure of a young man through the trees. It's easy enough to recognize him. Monsters have damn good nightvision, after all.
He's relieved.
"tim."