sans (
punful) wrote in
entrancelogs2017-03-10 09:07 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
are there dogs inside? [OPEN]
Who: Sans and YOU
Where: The True Lab and Rick's Lab
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG - PG-13, will adjust as needed
Summary: A tiny skeleton walks into a lab. What happens next will warm your heart!
The Story:
A: The Beds - it's easier to bury your head in the sand
So, yanno, this is fine. It's only the third time Wonderland is decided, hey, let's make Sans even smaller than he already is, so at this point he's almost used to it. He even got to keep his memories this time, so that's a plus.
The downside is basically everything else. Not only is he smaller, he's also weaker, and it's not like Sans was ever a particularly strong monster. He's got no magic and no real way to defend himself short of running away, and while the Amalgamates are theoretically harmless, it's awfully easy for one of their weird attacks to knock out that 1 HP.
So Sans did what he does best--he went to sleep and tried to ignore everything.
He's been hiding under one of the beds in the lab's central area, napping on and off for the past few hours, occasionally poking his head out to see if anyone is nearby. Or if any of the Amalgamates are coming to eat him. It's awfully easy to sink into the nonsensical "they're definitely going to eat me" mindset at this age.
B: Puzzles - just another set of ideas
Once that weird old man's post goes up, it becomes apparent what this is all gonna be about. Avoid danger, solve some puzzles, find the macguffin and save your life. It's annoying, but Sans figures this is just about the best scenario that could have possibly happened, given the content of these events. Things could be a hell of a lot worse, and that's given the fact that he's like two feet tall and has occasional bouts of shakiness.
Monsters are pretty good at puzzles, though, and jigsaw puzzles are easier than switch or block puzzles. They're just more time consuming. It doesn't help that he's constantly distracted by watching for Amalgamates, or the weird sensation of being here doing a puzzle and also being somewhere else, slowly dying in a vat.
Still, he's doing his best, and he's generally happy to help anyone else with the puzzles. Collab, bro?
C: Keys - i've got nostalgia running through me and i don't like it
Time to find those keys or whatever. The hallways are more dangerous than the room with all the beds, though, and Sans doesn't know his way around. This is the most he's ever seen of the lab. He's not even sure how accurate the layout is.
No choice, though. He can feel time slowly running out. Gotta find those keys and find his real body, and that means braving the hallways and creepy fogged over rooms. You'd think Alphys had installed smoke machines down here or something.
Hopefully an Amalgamate doesn't show up, right?
D: Bad Memory - and now it follows me every day
Something's been following Sans for a little while now. Something bad. Every time he looks behind him to try and see it, it disappears.
Occasionally his phone rings, but Sans knows better than to answer it. He never met this one, but...call it instinct. A looming sense of dread. By now he's visibly nervous. He's had enough of bad memories lately, and he'd really rather avoid this one.
E: The Vats - i relive it, i relive it
He's made it to the lower lab, and now it's just a matter of finding his body. He's worn out and disheveled and just generally very ready to be done with all this bullshit. There's a lot of vats down here, though, so finding the one with the skeleton in it might take a bit. He's probably also going to need help with that whole "transferring consciousness" thing.
Where: The True Lab and Rick's Lab
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG - PG-13, will adjust as needed
Summary: A tiny skeleton walks into a lab. What happens next will warm your heart!
The Story:
A: The Beds - it's easier to bury your head in the sand
So, yanno, this is fine. It's only the third time Wonderland is decided, hey, let's make Sans even smaller than he already is, so at this point he's almost used to it. He even got to keep his memories this time, so that's a plus.
The downside is basically everything else. Not only is he smaller, he's also weaker, and it's not like Sans was ever a particularly strong monster. He's got no magic and no real way to defend himself short of running away, and while the Amalgamates are theoretically harmless, it's awfully easy for one of their weird attacks to knock out that 1 HP.
So Sans did what he does best--he went to sleep and tried to ignore everything.
He's been hiding under one of the beds in the lab's central area, napping on and off for the past few hours, occasionally poking his head out to see if anyone is nearby. Or if any of the Amalgamates are coming to eat him. It's awfully easy to sink into the nonsensical "they're definitely going to eat me" mindset at this age.
B: Puzzles - just another set of ideas
Once that weird old man's post goes up, it becomes apparent what this is all gonna be about. Avoid danger, solve some puzzles, find the macguffin and save your life. It's annoying, but Sans figures this is just about the best scenario that could have possibly happened, given the content of these events. Things could be a hell of a lot worse, and that's given the fact that he's like two feet tall and has occasional bouts of shakiness.
Monsters are pretty good at puzzles, though, and jigsaw puzzles are easier than switch or block puzzles. They're just more time consuming. It doesn't help that he's constantly distracted by watching for Amalgamates, or the weird sensation of being here doing a puzzle and also being somewhere else, slowly dying in a vat.
Still, he's doing his best, and he's generally happy to help anyone else with the puzzles. Collab, bro?
C: Keys - i've got nostalgia running through me and i don't like it
Time to find those keys or whatever. The hallways are more dangerous than the room with all the beds, though, and Sans doesn't know his way around. This is the most he's ever seen of the lab. He's not even sure how accurate the layout is.
No choice, though. He can feel time slowly running out. Gotta find those keys and find his real body, and that means braving the hallways and creepy fogged over rooms. You'd think Alphys had installed smoke machines down here or something.
Hopefully an Amalgamate doesn't show up, right?
D: Bad Memory - and now it follows me every day
Something's been following Sans for a little while now. Something bad. Every time he looks behind him to try and see it, it disappears.
Occasionally his phone rings, but Sans knows better than to answer it. He never met this one, but...call it instinct. A looming sense of dread. By now he's visibly nervous. He's had enough of bad memories lately, and he'd really rather avoid this one.
E: The Vats - i relive it, i relive it
He's made it to the lower lab, and now it's just a matter of finding his body. He's worn out and disheveled and just generally very ready to be done with all this bullshit. There's a lot of vats down here, though, so finding the one with the skeleton in it might take a bit. He's probably also going to need help with that whole "transferring consciousness" thing.
D
They squirm in their pockets like mice. Like worms in soil. It left a piece of itself in your inventory. It will never, ever leave you. Not until you let it hurt you. Not until you're so desperate, so close to the brink, that even a bad memory can sustain you.
They open their clenched hands, and let nothing out. Nothing after nothing cascades between their fingers. You can't throw it away. It comes right back.
They can hear a phone ringing. Not their own. Already ACTed. Someone else.
They lift their gaze from the nothing that coats their fingertips.]
* Aren't you going to answer?
no subject
[The phone ringing startles him a little, but he just reaches into his pocket and mutes it with a little huff. Chara's voice startles him quite a bit more. Wasn't as good at being chill back then, at reacting to surprises as if he knew they were coming.]
[He turns to them, eyesockets a bit too wide.]
jeez. it's you.
[It's just Chara. Well, no, not "just" Chara, because--it's Chara, after all. They've been on remarkably good terms lately, though, so it's genuinely a relief to see them.]
what, the phone? nah, i...don't think i want to.
no subject
[Everyone loves a callback!
They clench their fists, shove the emptiness squirming in their palms deep into their pockets. Can't get rid of them unless you feel like getting hurt. Useless to Sans. It'd be a full heal at 1 HP, sure, but they're hard pressed to think of an occasion where he'd need to restore HP instead of just being, like, you know. Dead.
It's probably in bad taste to show others your Bad Memories, anyway.]
You can't spare it until you ACT how it wants. You can't kill it. Absorbed.
Are you scared of it?
no subject
[He can see Memoryhead approaching again from further down the hall. His eyelights flick between it and Chara.]
i ain't scared.
[He makes a face at how ridiculous that sounds.]
i don't want to kill it or... i just want to avoid it.
[He takes a step backward. Memoryhead isn't particularly fast, just...persistent.]
its first turn is, um. [No point in hiding it or denying it. This is the third time that Chara has seen him at this age, so they know full well.] i'm not...as good at dodging right now.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
cw: panic attack, flashback
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
cw: delirium, disassociation
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
D
Yes, footsteps. Sans isn't alone here.
But like many things in the True Labs it's nothing particularly scary. It's just Zacharie, although he's just suddenly there behind Sans. Apparently the merchant too has been turned into a child and with that comes a different mask. It's pure white but until the one the 'other' Zacharie that existed during Christmas wore, this one has a wide smile painted on it and nothing but. Don't ask how he can apparently see without eye holes. Sans doesn't want to know.]
Greetings.
[No.]
Buenos dÃas. Are you getting one to many calls from telemarketers? I was not aware they could get to us down here.
[Jokes are always funny, right? Even if it's being told in the obligatory creepy lab area.]
maximum death
[Except for Zacharie.]
[And the thing is that it keeps happening. Of all the people here that he knows, Zacharie is the one that still throws him for a loop, often inadvertently. Almost as much as Chara used to during the earlier months. Things just keep happening. If it's not odd talk about NPCs and video games, it's a kid with a Spell. If it's not that, it's a friend with a funny slip of paper.]
[If it's not that, it's errors.]
[So Zacharie shows up behind him, and Sans wasn't quite as observant at this age, didn't have quite as quick a reaction time, so he doesn't notice the presence until Zacharie speaks.]
[He whirls, and in a split second he sees a blank mask with a drawn-on smile, and in another split second he makes the connection that it's Zacharie, and in another split second--]
[It's all Bad Memories. Coming at him like a swarm of insects, white like holes in the world, and Sans just sort of. Stumbles backward, loses his footing, falls hard on his tailbone and brings his arms up to shield his face, even though that's pointless, that sort of thing would never save him.]
[He looks up and--]
[And it's just Zacharie. Just Zacharie, smaller than usual, completely non-threatening. Just Zacharie, but the floor and walls are crawling with errors, visual tearing, static, breaks in the code.]
[Sans isn't breathing. Hadn't become a habit quite yet.]
don't.
[It's not real. He knows that, adult logic taking over for the moment. He knows full well that what he's seeing isn't real, because it's been happening on and off, and no one else seems to notice. Seeing the world rip itself to shreds around you is the kind of thing people kind of notice. So it's not real. Just a reminder. A piece of something that makes its way into your Inventory.]
sorry. s-sorry. [He lowers his arms.] don't startle me like that.
whoop!
....or not. It is if you're omniscient like Zacharie and even as a child it didn't bother him, but hey, that's due to apathy. He doesn't immediately react to Sans falling on his tailbone but eventually his adult brain catches up to his child self.
The NPC walks over and reaches down, catching a Bad Memory in one hand. His free one goes to Sans as an offer to pull him up. Least he could do for metaphorically knocking the skeleton over.]
Apologizes, my friend. I did not mean to startle you so badly and I know jump scares get old after a dozen or so.
[Particularly cheap ones, like the creepy noise behind you and you have to turn around to see a picture flash before your eyes. Stops being effective for various reasons. This place was ripe for them, but enough of that.
The Bad Memory squirms in the merchant's hand yet he doesn't mind. Still, need a hand? Zacharie doesn't bite. Not this version of him.]
yikesarooni
[Zacharie offers a hand, and Sans only hesitates for a moment before he takes it and climbs back to his feet. He tries to ignore the errors around them both. They're already starting to fade, though Memoryhead's presence is making them linger.]
it's okay. i'm--heh. just a little jumpier than usual, that's all.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
i did not get this notif
it's okay!
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
this thread is so cute i'm dying
I know right? it's so adorable
a moment of calm and cute in the bullshit wasteland
I'll miss it
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
B!
Not too far away, Turing is also working on one of these jigsaw puzzles. There wasn't a big rush for them to complete them, seeing as how they weren't trapped in a small clone body, but hey, these puzzles weren't going to solve themselves.
They seemed to have separated the pieces one by one, putting them into different groups while attempting to solve the puzzle.]
They say to start with the edge pieces first, whoever 'they' are...huh? Where did-?
[A singular edge piece was missing. While it wasn't the end of the world if they didn't find that piece, it sure was going to bother the hell out of them to have an almost complete puzzle. As they started to look around, they noticed the small skeleton pretty quickly.]
Excuse me, have you seen an additional edge piece laying around here?
no subject
[He looks up with mild surprise when they address him.]
oh. an edge piece? ummm.
[He looks around. He's pretty sure he saw a spare one earlier.]
yeah, here it is.
[He slides the piece toward Turing and gives them a tentative smile.]
which one are you working on?
no subject
Excellent, thank you!
[As they continue to cobble together the puzzle, Turing continued talking as they worked.]
Oh, I'm working on the second puzzle at this moment. It's not too difficult, but all of the different colors can be a little overwhelming at times. Hm...
[Looks like they've gotten a little bit of the text spelled out. They look up in contemplation.]
'Re'...'Re'...what could that spell out?
no subject
[What a cool robot.]
oh, okay. yeah, these things are a lot easier when there's an actual picture. it's all just colors. um, but i've just kinda been like, been doing the edges and then doing the word in the middle, cause, cause it's easier that way. plus i'm too lazy to do it all the way.
[He rises up on his elbows a little so he can peer over to the puzzle they're working on.]
hmmmm...i dunno. i haven't done that one yet.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
C!
And here comes a yellow lizard, literally leaping on this dog and diverting it to the ground. She barely registers Sans as there for a moment before whipping out a bag of poptato crisps and dropping it, bag and all, into it's maw.
Finally, she looks over, and registers exactly who she was saving.]
Oh... h-hey, uh, there. How's, uh, it going?
no subject
[But then Alphys leaps into the fray and saves his tiny life. Holy shit. He's just gonna stay frozen here for a second, watching Alphys execute a wrestling move she probably learned from Undyne or something as she pins the multi-dog to the ground. Endogeny gobbles up a chisps bag and seems satisfied, their tail or tails thudding into the floor.]
[Wow, he almost just died. Haha, okay. Let's try to calm down a little.]
h...hi, al. uh. it's fine.
no subject
That's good. T-That's, uh, really good.
[Endogeny kicks her direction lightly and it sort of pushes her over onto her back, and she just fucking lies there.]
There are so many p-people here. So many humans.
no subject
...that was really cool. you like, came outta nowhere.
[Like a hero or something! ...Ugh. Damn.]
jeez, i know. lots of them kids, too. bet that's why endo's all riled up.
[He's kept his eyesockets on Endogeny this whole time, and now he takes a careful step toward them. Doesn't want to prompt them into jumping on him or anything. It's just...god, this is nostalgic. Just like old times. Old times of, technically, a few weeks ago.]
[He grins a little sadly at them. He knows all their names.]
hey, guys. you remember me?
[Endogeny's ears flick, and the lump that approximates its head tilts to the side. The gaping, circular chasm that takes up most of their face is still frothing a bit.]
probably not. i'm littler than i was before. [He sighs to himself and carefully holds out a hand toward them, palm up.] ...yeah. it's not even really you, huh.
[Endogeny makes a sort of churning sound and army-crawls toward him, making a motion as if they're sniffing at his hand. Their tail thumps against the ground a few times. Sans very cautiously gives them a scritch between the ears.]
[His hand comes away kind of sticky. He chuckles a bit.]
hee. gross.
[At least Endogeny seems less likely to barrel him over now.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
c
He recognises the skeleton guy he'd see before and he pauses, raising an eyebrow at his current state. He's either smaller than he imagined or he's been hit by the same whammy Mick has. Huh, could skeletons be de-aged? That was kind of cool.]
Hey, bonebag. You lost or something?
nice
[Sans, for his part, is padding quietly through the hallways, munching on a bag of popato chisps as quietly as one can. He sees the other kid at about the same moment that he speaks.]
[He can't help an initial sense of wariness. The other kid is a human, and one he doesn't recognize--which means nothing, seeing as almost no one is recognizable right now. Humans are also...a bit more dangerous than monsters. Particularly to a monster like him.]
[He grins at the other kid all the same.]
oh, no, not really. it's bigger than i remember, but um, i've been here before. this place is from my world.
no subject
[That earns bone-face a look. So was this one from the same world as the other one he knew? They just seemed to be all over the damn place, what a weird world that was and they seemed to want to bring it with them. Nice. Apparently lizard people talk about boring stuff and children are scary there.]
Do you know Frisk? Little kid, about this high [He makes a vague gesture.] Dunno if it's a boy or a girl, Leonard told me not to ask. [He stressed upon him how rude it was to bluntly ask people what their genders are so Mick was being a good boy and keeping it neutral. Or trying to be a good boy. He might look young now but he was an old guy, he didn't have time to be accepting, only bitter and confused.] Kinda quiet and weird but I like 'em plenty fine that way.
[He frowns and tilts his head to the side.] They said it's from their world too. The whole trippy horror lab and boring puzzle bullshit.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
e.
There's only one skeleton in Wonderland now, to his knowledge, so even if he's shrunk down - a feat, for a guy who was objectively small to begin with - the identity is obvious.
It's hard to drown out the childish instinct that has him darting behind one of the vats at the sight of something else down here with him. In his haste, he knocks over a rolling table; it lands on the ground with a loud, metallic crash.]
no subject
[He's...exhausted. And not in the normal way. Not even in the marrow-deep, magic-deep way that comes with some of these events, the kind where he loses sleep or stresses himself too much. This is kid-exhausted. This is weak, shaky, 1 HP trying to keep together a whole body, a whole soul, exhausted. It's been hard to stay upright. He has to keep sitting down to take a breather, even though he's given up on breathing. Too much movement. Too much expenditure of energy.]
[He remembers this particular brand of exhaustion well.]
[He's sitting against one of the vats, resting, when he hears a loud clatter nearby. He almost jolts to his feet, but ends up bonking his head against the glass instead. He winces and rubs at his skull, peering around the lab for whoever--whatever--made the noise.]
hello? who's there?
no subject
Stay down. Stay quiet.
Don't let It see you.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
cw discussion of illness and things
cw discussion of illness and things continues
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
no subject
He thinks he recognizes one of them when he happens to spy a small skeleton also exploring the lab.
It's Sans. He must have been affected by the other half of this event. He doesn't give a friendly wave and call out to him. He keeps himself composed, like he's supposed to. He still approaches, like he shouldn't, but that can be rectified in the future. For now it would be good to see if he needs help.
when he looks at him he hears the faint sound of waves"Sans. Are you well?"
He's not too close, not too far. He stands just a bit to the side of him. Completely normal. You see?
no subject
He looks up at the sound of his name and blinks when he sees Mettaton. Huh. Looks like he lucked out and didn't end up in some smaller version of his own body. What would that be like? Probably a rectangle, or maybe some prototype Alphys designed.
He's...very tall like this. Always was taller than Sans--not like that's hard--but now he's even taller. Very tall, and quite strong, and he...he has a long history now of being able to grab Sans quite easily.
Sans thinks of the chair. Beige, plain faux-leather, a repurposed dentist's chair. Nothing particularly special about it, and he's not sure why the chair is the first thing to spring to mind, instead of the machine itself. He remembers sweating so much that his bones stuck to the surface.
Mettaton's here, in a lab that in another lifetime was a very different lab, and he's very tall, and Sans is very small, and he's weak, even weaker than he was in that chair, and he's remembering the way Mettaton smiled and laughed while he did it, and even Gaster hadn't done that.
It's because you're trapped, Sans. You let it happen. If you don't want this, then get up.
It's stupid. It was just a stupid dream. He's not going to do this again, so he makes himself smile, even though he feels very far away and his soul feels like it's trying to hammer its way through his ribs.
"hey. yeah, i'm--i'm okay. just looking for my vat heh. guess you...lucked out, huh?"
no subject
But Sans looks so worn now. So small. It's worrying how easily he could just...
"I did, yes. There's not really a child body for me to be cloned into, after all. Do you need help looking for your body?"
He stops himself before offering to carry Sans. The skeleton's exhaustion is almost palpable, and Mettaton has to practically bite his tongue to stop the suggestion from slipping out.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
softly, but with a lot of feeling,
FUCK!!! [Enter Naked Skeleton Body]
quiet screaming
quiet screaming that turns into hushed gurgling
aka what sans is doing right now
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
2/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
and then it got bad again
The story of Sans Undertale
sand undertoots
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
two hours of shitposting later,
AFTER I HAVE VOWED TO NEVER USE THE WORD CREAM AGAIN
...
...