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BONE PARTY
[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...]
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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[Creak, creak goes the bench. If Papyrus isn't careful, his spike might fall off. Naturally, this means Sans won't mention it.]