fast food but im not fast lol {sans/papyrus}
Jan 3, 2016 18:32:04 GMT -5
Post by rook on Jan 3, 2016 18:32:04 GMT -5
[presto][/presto]
on a lonely night
was a blinding light
a hundred leaders would be borne of you
sans ☠ montesqueiu
who survived?
somebody new?
anyone else but you?
I have hamburgers and fries, and this makes me very happy. I'm grinning from ear to ear as I walk through the bunker, dipping my head into each room as I pass it, looking for my sister. I'm dressed pretty casually today, but then it is my day off, so why not? (Hey, isn't every day my day off?) Plain white t-shirt and black gym shorts with goofy sneakers, that's me. Of course, I'm wearing a puffy blue winter coat with a fur hood, because it's winter and we don't have great central heating in here. For a former Peacekeeper bunker, this place is pretty run down. I'm yet to decide whether that's because of us or not.
I don't have much luck finding my sister, but I figure there's not many rooms left to look in, and she can't have left becauseshe'd be deadso it's only a matter of time, right? I just don't want our food to be cold. Greer cooked them for me, because she's too drunk to argue, bless. I mean, I feel bad she drinks a lot, but then she's pretty volatile and I wouldn't want to argue with her. I mean, she's the only one who can cook, so, I don't know, I don't want to try and help her with the whole alcohol, thing, eh? (If I upset her then I'll go hungry is what I'm saying)
Walking down the hallways makes me think of Asriel's voice dripping through the cracks. Much malice in such a tiny voice. I'm not scared of much, and I'm not saying I'm scared of Asriel, but his voice is like devoid of any emotion other than some strange curiosity that doesn't feel healthy. But hey, he's in the attic, right? He can't come down, and even if he does, then what? He's just gonna have to answer to his dad, or to Undyne, or to me if I have to get involved (I don't want to be involved it sounds like effort).
But there's no voices today. I figure he's asleep, or gazing outside (he's lucky he has that privilidge), or thinking over his sins. I hope they're crawling all over his back. Eventually, he'll see sense, and eventually he'll be able to come down and rejoin with the rest of us. I hope that day comes, because I know (I hope) that somewhere deep down inside of him is a good kid. And if I'm wrong? Well it wouldn't be the first time.
Wowza I'm hungry, where's my sister at? I stop pondering and press onwards up the stairs and towards her bedroom (Why didn't I check the bedroom first, you ask? Well, it's really far away from where I started and I figured I'd check every other room first, even though that sounds like more effort than it should be, heh, oops).
Sure enough, she's in her bedroom. Her hair is as silver as ever, which is one of the coolest things about my sister. I sure with I had silver hair, but mine's browning-black. Ying and yang, so they say, huh.
"Hey, Papyrus." I grin around the door, "Do you want fries or burgers?"
"Because I've got both (;" (Did I just wink whilst talking? Why yes I did.)
on a lonely night
was a blinding light
a hundred leaders would be borne of you