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[skelebro]

[The whole world is ending.

Or something like that, he's guessing. Everyone's panicking, everything's burning, and people are running around like Icecaps with their hats off. Chaotic is a word for it. Amusing is another. Either way, there's a skeleton on your video feeds now. He looks just like the skeleton a lot of you are bound to know, save for maybe the look in his eyesockets. It's not the typical world-weary apathy that's more reminiscent of good old Sans. It's more like there's just an emptiness, bleak and cold. But even that's pretty hard to gauge; it ain't like the reading of skeletal facial expressions is common talent down here. Though the, uh, rather sizable crack in his skull, netted just along the ridges of his left eyesocket, might be pretty indicative that this ain't the same Sans.

From the angle of the video, it's clear that he's standing outside the charred remains of Tranquility's temple. He's got plenty of Faith that the decor will be perfect for the tone he's going for.

He looks pretty happy.

There's something very liberating about having reached The End. A number swells, and then it increases. And the last piece slots into place, the last sliver of anything resembling remorse boiled off and burned away.

It's not long now. But he's got one last task ahead of him before, at least, he and his ilk find their much-awaited sleep.]

So I've got a question for ya.

[His tone is a neutral, rumbling drawl, utterly placid and philosophical.]

Did anybody here really buy that innocent, bumbling comedian shtick?

[He opens a hand. A thin white trickle of something hisses out between his phalanges, rattling to the ground in a grainy patter of falling motes. He waits until the last of it whispers to the ground, softly, before flicking the last of it from his fingertips and continuing.

It's dust. Three guesses as to the monster it belongs to.]

Well, what can I say? I'm here to bring forth some revelation. Anybody stupid enough to buy that little act of his...

[He grins, wide - wider. No, w i d e r. And his sockets go pitch-dark, until it's like staring into a pair of black holes. A glacial bite creeps over his tone, razor-thin, the edges filed off, almost like there's something jagged and seriffed curving along the tips of the words.]

Allow me to prove you wrong.

[There's a low, dark chuckle, and the feed cuts out. He's looking for a FIGHT all right, and he won't be sated until he gets it. So come down to Tranquility's in fifteen minutes if u want an ass kicking. "Sans" here is delivering, and will continue to do so right up until his time is up.]

[[ooc: responses will come from fibia! Feel free to action things up so you can drag this edgelord to hell and back lol he deserves it.]]

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[fracturedbeauty]

[Yukari has managed to get his phone back. Oddly enough, it was on his dresser. Weird, he could have sworn he checked there several times. The video before him seems to be rather.... interesting, to say the least.

He recognizes the Skeleton on the other end. Or... at least he thinks he does. The feeling from this guy is completely different though. As though possessed actually. The crumbled remnants of dust are a rather large giveaway, though. This certainly isn't the same Skeleton he's had the pleasure of seeing the beauty of battle through when Rage was triggering his responses to sleep.

Although Yukari delights in battle for the sake of beauty, there's something missing in this Sans' passion. As if he's outright lost himself. He's not sure if that's unfortunate, or what he should call it. He's not too sure if he's up to doing something about it, either, to be perfectly honest. This isn't his circus, and these are not his monkeys.

But there is something at the end that piques his interest, just ever so slighty, as he continues to observe and listen. A cool and distant smile spreads across his face. Alright, he'll bite.]

A revelation, you say? My, my. That's a rather large proclamation, Skeleton-chan. [Intentionally not calling him Sans since this one seems to be rather out of his gourd, after all.] Are you so certain you can live up to it? Large shoes to fill, and all that, you know. Certainly, you've got nothing on your Other.

[He chuckles airily.]

In fact, I would be delighted to come prove it to you. In front of... [He examines the background briefly.] Tranquility's Temple, is it? Or do you prefer your battles somewhere else?

[fibia]

I wouldn't be so sure of that, pal.

[LV 1 has got nothing on LV 20. And with the all the LOVE to fill his SOUL...well, there's nothing he believes can touch him. Nothing that can truly surprise him. Perhaps, if he had a shred of Determination to his SOUL, he could rip the world asunder with a well-placed strike.

But that's just speculation.

He's grinning with a devilish delight at the challenge.]

You got it. Come mix it up some.

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[fracturedbeauty]

Not long after the he confirms the meeting place, he's got his jacket on with Sword in it's proper sheath. He's certain he's got quite the battle ahead of him. There will be no holding back in this circumstance. It's not like Yukari's playing Hero. He could certainly care less what this Sans has done to the people and physical appearance of Hadriel. All casualties of war, something Yukari is not a stranger to in the slightest. It might be more interesting if he had taken down a God or two. Then he might be concerned, for himself or even another.

But none of that matters to him. The only reason he issued is own challenge is because this monster is confident in his skills and level. A beast against a beast. That's something Yukari actually is looking forward to. Which blood-thirsty mongrel will win an all-out battle? Without having to consider restraint, he's certainly not afraid. Whatever happens will happen. Whether he or the Skeleton loses.

Yukari's step is light, graceful, and non-chalant as he approaches the cindering remains of the Temple, approaching the Skeleton he's already far certain is aware of his presence. In any case, he makes himself known, drawing the long sword off his back. He twirls it a few times, and sets his feet apart, his footing prepared to move any direction in a seconds notice. He readies the sword like a fencer and smiles that cold, charming smile of his.

"Well, Skeleton-chan, I'm certainly glad you aren't a coward. It would have been rather disappointing if you had fled before I got here."

He runs over his mental notes of what he already knows of Sans' abilities. He's not sure if he even got to see the full artilery of such powers. He'll have to learn as he goes, if there's anything new. But he's not worried, not even in the slightest. In fact, Yukari couldn't look more at ease. This is his element. A true opponent will be thrilling.

With a swift swing of his sword, the electricity crackles loudly and shoots in a fan towards Sans.

[fibia]

Confident in his skills? Sure. Confident in his level? Heh...wrong acronym there, pal. He's confident in his LV - his Level of Violence - and he's confident that there's nothing in this world that can touch him. Nothing in this world can shatter that bulletproof armor of his.

He's standing outside the temple as stated, hands in his pockets. His hood's up as he stands there, watching the remains of "Faith"'s work eat away at the structure of the temple. Chunks of rock and wood collapse into each other in ashen clumps.

He looks well pleased.

When Yukari approaches, Sans tosses the hood off his round skull. His grin gleams, the remaining conflagration lending the white bone a spectacular bronze cast. Always did appreciate theatrics, Sans did, not that he'd admit it. Part of the reason he picked that starkly-lit golden hallway for the inevitable confrontation, and part of the reason he felt the need to swig down a bottle of ketchup prior to watching the kid carve him in two.

The lights buried in his eyesockets gleam with something like gratification. Only it ain't even real, that's the thing. He can't feel a damn thing.

It's a beautiful day outside. Probably, anyway. Ain't like anyone can tell what kinda day it is down here. But, hey - when's that ever gonna matter? Not like it ever mattered down below.

It still don't matter.

"I ain't the one who's the coward," he says, with all the false joviality of the real Sans. "I took care of him already, see."

The electricity blitzes at him in a whirlwind, and Sans blinks outta Yukari's sight. And then he's behind him. Something ghastly materializes - several somethings, in fact. And each one belches a bright stream of white-hot, devastating magic with a crackling roar.

They're full to bursting with KARMA, but they'll all do a hell of a lot more damage than 1 HP.

[sunsetsitter]

[Well that, uh. Is a guy.]

Yo, skeledude, question! If you'd be so kind.

[fibia]

This ain't what I'd call the Q-and-A forum.

[But what the heck? He's got nothing else to do but kill time. And space. Y'know, until he vanishes into the ether along with the rest of these evil twins. That's just the kind of fate that's in store for him.]

But go on. [He winks an eyesocket, forming a fingergun with bony phalanges.] Shoot.

[sunsetsitter]

Sure, I don't blame you. That'd be a pretty weird name.

[Definitely need a nickname of some kind for that. Izabel gives kind of a shrug.]

So like... Here's the thing. People know all you twin guys are evil or whatever, right? You're here to make things pretty busted. So why would what you do actually reflect on OG Skeleton Man?

[fibia]

Let's just say I want people to know what he's capable of.

[Not like the lazy sucker is likely to bust out the Blasters and lasers and heart-thumping battle theme for just any old thing. He ain't likely to give a shit at all, if he can help it.

Too bad that given recent times, he's just admitted to giving a great deal of shits. And now old "Sans" here is about to prove to him why that's a bad idea.]

[purpleknee]

[Warrick has had a Time of it, trying to babysit for himself, so he's pretty tired already when he sees this. It's another rock dropped into his pebble-clustered gut.]

What...did you do to him...?

[maybe it's not too late maybe he can fix it let him be able to fix it...]

[fibia]

[Heya, heart-boy. Or, uh...has he got a heart just now? Eh. Who cares? Sans cocks his skull to one side, quirking a supraorbital ridge upwards.]

Embarrassed him, largely.

[He wipes a few more granules of dust from his jacket.]

Not that he'll be around to care for a few days yet.

[purpleknee]

[Yyyes and no? He doesn't have a heart with him, but he did get access to a substitute just in time for some wicked version of him to go around burning things anyway. He didn't even get to really enjoy it yet...and hearing this would be a lot easier if he still felt so detached from his softer emotions. The double's first statement almost gave him hope -- he doesn't really know anything about monsters becoming dust, after all. That hint of it gets crushed just as easily as the real thing, turns out.]

You...

[It's not the same as with Adora, who sacrificed herself for him, or Ozma, who wouldn't wake up and was last seen with green magic flowing into her heart. This has nothing to do with something he's done or failed to do. But it sure does still suck.]

He didn't deserve that. Not anything from one of you.

[prazerbutterfly]

[Ah, he wants a cigarette. He hasn't killed or fucked in a while, all his friends were leaving, the air was stale with blood and he was out of drink. Now there was this little shit and while he may not know much about the monsters of Sans' world he's got an itch to scratch and a feeling his buddy was dead.

It's why he doesn't bother with the video call or the warning he's even coming. He just wants to even if to just talk. Yet talking was for people who wanted to talk. Fighting was for monsters. Even Tyki loved to run his mouth but right now his mood was low and he was itching to scratch one of his many pleasures. Fighting helped. Killing eased greatly.

His heels clack on the ground like usual just to announce his presence and a finger raises to allow the one Tease that was following him like a lost puppy to perch. He's a mess with one sleeve torn down one side, shirt wide open and his hair a little manged and tangled. He's been outside too long this week. He's use to relaxing.

A deep breath then a slow exhale and that playfulness settles back into his lungs and voice as he speaks.] Act or no act. I liked it.

[fibia]

[One down. Yukari did a number on his HP, and the crack cresting the left side of his skull has spiderwebbed along further, further, curling up in a dark arch - beyond the supraorbital ridge and nearly to the crown.

It's almost f̷͍̉a͐ͮͥm͔̼ͨi̮᷂̓l͍᷅̔ī̮̇a᷃̄̾r᷄̎ͅ.

...heh. Not like it matters anyway. He recognizes the guy who ambles his way. Sans has - mixed feelings about him. Mixed feelings about a guy who employs violence to his own ends.

This Sans, fortunately, has no such hang-ups.]

Why would I need to put up an act?

[For the first time in a long time, he's free.]

[prazerbutterfly]

[He looks bad and he's sure this double has been through a lot. His own hadn't gotten nearly the extensive workout it probably deserved. That is until Kanda put it down like a rabid dog.

Tyki liked Sans even if there were moments he suspected more laid beneath his usual grin. Still, he never dug deeper. There was no need. No point in pushing hard. He could go into that 'no so different' monologue that he's heard a few times. Different lives meant possible friends. He's not going to. The difference was that Tyki never gave up even when he had no other hand to play.]

He was, not you. It's clear you are not. There's no need to hide now. Yet I still liked it.

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[murderpotato]

Fuck if you ain't fuckin' annoyin' to listen to.

[The fuck is all of this dramatic bullshit. If there's one thing that he could say for normal Sans, it's that he isn't a dramatic motherfucker. Laid-back and all that shit. Gren still hates the puns and will always hate the puns, but at least he doesn't try this horror-movie bullshit with the dust and the empty eyesockets and the thinly-veiled threats.]

[Gren doesn't take threats well.]

Sit tight, asshole. I'm gonna use your fuckin' ribs to pick my teeth.

[Murderpotato vs skeleton man, round 2.]

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[fibia]

If you managed that, I'd be very impressed.

[Not the least because monsters turn to dust when they die. But y'know what? Sure. Let's see what this foulmouthed potato man has in his arsenal. That's a tingly feeling he's enduring as it shivers through his bones just now. Maybe something akin to excitement at gettin' to take out his ire on someone who well and truly deserves it.

Gren is an asshole, no matter what Sans he's talkin' to.]

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[murderpotato]

[Gren's more than just an asshole, really. He's an asshole with a shitty past, with twelve years of human blood all over his hands. He probably deserves whatever he gets, including having a Bad Time.]

[But hey, this Sans is also pretty shitty, so at least he's in good company.]

Y'know, gettin' rid of your bitch ass is probably doin' everybody a favor. Altruism, or some shit.

[A fight outside of Tranquility's place? He's down, he doesn't like that particular god any more than the rest of them. He'll fuck shit up in all of their houses, might as well start with this guy's.]

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[onlythemonstrous]

[What in God's name. Look, there's really enough going on without receiving inscrutable phone contact from a skeleton. A very well articulated one, but still. ]

That's a really very dramatic way of getting attention, but I could use a little more context. Work my way up to the revelation, if you don't mind.

[His tone is deceptively mild, like he's somehow blind to any grinning skeletons or ruined buildings involved in this correspondence, or just unimpressed. He's not mad, but he may be disappointed very soon.]

Why don't you start by telling me who you are.

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[fibia]

[Someone who Sans don't know real well - and who, apparently, don't know Sans very much either. One eyesocket squinches half-closed in something that approximates a squint, and then he grins. Or rather - he continues to grin, but the grin simply widens.]

Sans. Sans the skeleton.

[He apes the very same lift of tone and friendly drawl that the original draws out so very often for introductions. Practically rote, you see.]

Though, uh...sources may vary.

[onlythemonstrous]

[That's really not how bones work, historically. But there are stranger things, at least according to a popular Earth saying. Maybe there's a smaller skeleton underneath that controls all the movements. Unlikely.]

Well, I'm very glad you specified, Sans the skeleton.

[Snark aside, he's tempted to question it further, though 'Why are you a skeleton?' is likely to turn out to be a very stupid question, so he discards the idea. It seems like there's something off here, but the skeleton thing is probably a red herring.]

What sources? What does that mean? I thought you were a skeleton, not a Magic 8-Ball.

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[hornrims]

And here I thought Sans couldn't get more insufferable.

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[fibia]

you and me both, pal.

[Yeah, so y'know that self-loathing? That sure is a thing.]

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[so_dark_a_road]

No, I don't buy that he was an innocent bumbler. But what did you have against him? What do your kind have against us? [ He means doubles against originals, of course. Not monsters against humans. ]

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[fibia]

[Well, looky here. Somebody with brains.

Only evidently not enough, if he's still taking the bait.]

You're really gonna have to be more specific than that, Jeeves.

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ Sometimes the bait is irresistible, even if you're smart enough not to take it. ]

What are you? -- you doubles. Why are you here? Did you have any choice about it, or did you just suddenly find yourself in existence?