BONE PARTY

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[It's spring, and it's a beautiful day. The sun shines. Birds sing. Flowers bloom. It's not an atmosphere that meshes well with a dead body lying on a park bench, jacket hanging wide open and bones picked clean.

So it's fortunate that Sans is only asleep. Emphatically asleep, mind. Now and then, in between snores, he opens one eyesocket to check that any humans and monsters in the vicinity alike are aware of just how asleep he is. There are a few - mostly humans, several of them walking dogs, quite a few of them doing a double take as they pass the bench and walking away in a bit more of a hurry than when they approached.

Someone's still missing, though. Hmm. That comes to twenty-nine fake snores since he woke up for real. Under normal circumstances, it never takes his bro more than thirty...]

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[His bro is indeed a little busy at the moment. Papyrus has taken over the lawn and set up tables with food and drinks. The nearby trees have been decorated and a large, colorful banner welcomes any curious passersby:

HUMANS AND MONSTERS FRIENDHIP PRE-PARTY

Underneath, there is another banner:

ACTUAL PARTY IN THREE DAYS

And yet another one underneath:

WITH YOUR HOST THE GREAT PAPYRUS

The skeleton in charge himself is darting all over the place, splitting his attention between being a cool, gracious host for the three humans who were more curious than nervous, and between trying to get the other park goers to check his sweet pre-party out.

That's not to say he didn't notice his bro's fake sleep. He did. After that twenty-ninth snore, a tall shadow looms over Sans' bench. And just before he can get to number thirty:]

SANS!! Quit lazing around, I know you're awake! You're making a terrible impression on the humans!

[Yes, the sleeping skeleton is what would put off people from coming over. Not the other over-enthusiastic one who keeps offering them to brave his (ankle height) barb wire maze on their way to the tables.]