video; we had a riel good time

[skelebro]

[There's a skeleton on the network. He seems pretty unperturbed about his state of being, actually, and in fact looks rather cheerful, all things considered. He's got the camera lodged or propped up somewhere, because he's not carrying it. That would evidently require too much work. No, Sans has his bony hands shoved in his jacket pockets, addressing a point of space slightly to the left of his device.]

So that was pretty fun, huh? Not actually the weirdest thing that's ever happened me, believe it or not. I bet all that fog sure won't be...mist.

[He chuckles, and the lights in his eyesockets focus on the screen.]

Anyway. I've been around the block a few times, but I just figured I'd ask. Anyone seen another skeleton around? Tall, loud, likes saying "nyeh heh heh"? He's like me, but the opposite in every conceivable way.

Let me know.

[And the feed goes dark.]

Comments

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle has a nervous smile to himself. Cisth, he is bantering with a skeleton. Someone help him.]

Yes, it's bad enough we all have a bone to pick with the false gods for bringing us here. It'd be best if they didn't bring in something even more unsavory. We apparently have people here who can do that all on their own.

[skelebro]

I've been kinda lucky, I guess. Everyone here has been nice enough. They know a skele-ton of jokes.

[This is the kind of banter he can get behind.]

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle will be mortified the second he realizes other people can see this mess.]

I'm sure there are a few here who would find such witticisms to be punbearable.

[skelebro]

Now that's just punbelievable.

[Wow.

This guy is extremely good.

And here Sans just hates forming attachments but...damnit, he kind of already likes this guy, misconceptions notwithstanding.]

You gotta respect someone with a knack for bad jokes.

[tongueamok]

I agree. Perhaps with another joke enthusiast around, I'll be less bonely.

[Oh, that's a more genuine smile. Look at him, making friends with someon that, ten minutes ago, he would have considered one of his greatest fears.

Well, they still are. One doesn't spend a lifetime in fear of necromancers, only to be cured of his undead-related apprehension in less than an hour. Baby steps.]

Ah, forgive my rudeness. Not just earlier, but this whole time. I'm Carlisle Longinmouth.

[skelebro]

[Why'd the skeleton want a friend? She was feeling bonely.

Ah, well. It's an old joke, and he laughs anyway. Still funny.]

Name's Sans. 'S no problem. Common misconceptions. Apparently monsters get kind of a bad rap, who'da thunk? They should really give us a leg up, you know?

[tongueamok]

I suppose some of us are just dead set in our ways.

[Even when he's feeling guilty and apologetic, he keeps up.]

[skelebro]

Well, s'not like you had me rattled or anything. Believe me, I kinda get that reaction a lot.

[tongueamok]

You speak as though everything is spine and dandy, but as someone who knows a thing or two about bad reputations, I should endeavor to be more understanding. I am sure you did not choose to be, er... born a skeleton.

[skelebro]

Well, it's nice you had the guts to say it. Means a lot.

Plenty of monsters aren't too fond of humans for trapping us down there, but eh...I don't really care about hating anybody.