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video; what's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it

[Sans has something in his hands. It's a bolt of fabric that he runs between his metacarpals with a distant, unfocused precision, something to idly turn between his phalanges as he speaks. Might take a moment to realize that the backdrop to his video ain't the typical one. It's not his room he's sitting in, after all. He's reclining atop a racecar bed. The sheets are perfectly made, as though the owner were planning on returning at some point. On the bedside table, there's a small stack of belongings that clash rather astutely with the layout of the place. A snowglobe, a binder, an ECHOcomm, and at the very far right of the frame, a folded-up sweater vest.

He dropped in to visit some pals of his, you see. Only to find they ain't around anymore.]

For those of you who knew 'em, seems the docs've gone home. You know the ones. Newt and Hermann. [A pause.] Dr. Gottlieb.

[Being a pain in the coccyx suddenly gets to be less funny when there ain't anybody to yell at you about it, huh?]

Hope it's home they went, and not, uh...wherever it was before they got here. Yao know what I'm talkin' about.

[He folds up the cloth in his hands and stands up, grinning at the camera without a lick of despair. Maybe there's somethin' a bit tired to the whole facade, but who can say? He's always tired.]

I hate to tell ya, but it looks like my bro might'a been the guy to slack off for once. Funny, right? Takin' that hard-earned title from yours truly. Here I thought I was supposed to be the guy who nips off without a word.

[Those with sharp eyes might pick up that the cloth ain't just any old thing. It's Papyrus's sash delineating him as an official member of the City Guard - twice torn, twice mended, and now without an owner. Like hell Sans is cut out to wear a thing like this.]

'Pologies to the Guard. Looks like you're one member short. 'Fraid I can't help ya there either; Papyrus, he's got some big shoes to fill.

[He winks at the lens before reaching for the communicator and then, almost as an afterthought, adds:]

Someone ought'a take care of the lab the docs built. Lotta their stuff's still in there, too, and lyin' around my place. Figure it should go to the people who knew 'em best.

[Y'know, whoever that is. But you all know who you are, don't ya?

Yeah. He'd think so.

He cuts the feed.]

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[Can't say he's familiar with the song. But, uh, that'd be kinda rude to shoot 'em down now, wouldn't it? They're gettin' into it. They're - makin' an effort to cheer him up.

Nice of them.]

you came armed.
who's there?

They are good for parties.

[Which is true. People liked kids with a cute sense of humor. Not...that Chara really had one that could be considered 'cute', but they could pull these out easily.]

You are free to tell some, if you wish. Amos.

[They're right about that one. Gotta give 'em that much, yeah. Good for parties. Not that he's real sure that Chara attends a ton of parties.]

i gotta few, sure.

amos who?

[Not willingly, no.]

A mosquito bit me!

[They'll hold off and see if Sans decides to give it a go. If not, they have one more.]

'course it bit you.
you think it was gonna bite me?

[Hah. Yeah, that's...also funny.

All right, all right. His turn now.]

knock knock.

[I know of a talking flower so why not a mosquito that bites bones?

* No, you're not going to say that.]

Maybe one would mistake ketchup for blood. Who's there?

it's been known to happen.

acid.

[There's a joke about Sans's final laugh in there, but no. Happy thoughts.]

You may need to keep an eye on your ketchup then, least the Gods decide to make condiments-seeking mosquitoes. Acid who?

can't imagine why they would.
i'm pretty sure i'm the only guy who drinks condiments around here.

acid let me in. what's the holdup?

I would not put it passed them to make that the only thing we have to eat or drink. And then send in the mosquitoes.

[Real good amount of Hope they have for this place, hun? Also Rage or whoever might be listening? Please don't.]

I will let you in if you say the magic word.

[And no, it's not 'hogdogs'.]

well, there was a whole deal with meat a little while ago.
turned people in cannibals or something like that.

[Exactly what a pair of well-adjusted people like them need to hear right about now. Absolutely.]

alakazam.

[Absolutely. A+ topic.]

I suppose no one could say they went hungry.

[Or liked meat afterwards. Also the black humor returns.]

Colder.

[Chara will turn this into 'Hot and Cold', don't test them. And they're also not watching their front door either.]

alright, alright.
i'm a stupid doo-doo butt.

[They'd already a notion about his secret codeword, he's willing to wager. And anyway, he's got a secret secret codeword just incase they didn't.]

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[Maybe they do, maybe they don't. Why show the hand their double someone didn't manage to reveal?

Also Chara can't resist this.]

Accurate, but no. I will give you a hint however. It starts with a 'P'.

'pparently not.

[What? He thinks it's funny.]

[....sometimes it's like joking with a three year old. And Chara can't exactly call him out on the subject of bad jokes because it wasn't like their own sense of humor was any better.

Still, it takes them an extra minute to respond.]

I'd say that was tear-able but we both know there is no point. But if you wish to be let in, the correct word is 'please'.

[Don't say they never tell you things.]

eh, papyrus is always on at me about manners

[He types it out before it catches up to him. Poor taste, even for him. Coiling sickeningly in his ribcage like a curse, and that'd just sink the knife in, givin' it a little twist, as if they need a reminder of

any of it.]

[There's no pause at all - not from him, anyway.]

whoops.
guess that'll teach me to bark up the wrong plea.

[They started with that joke about manners, in both cases. And probably, somewhere far away, someone is saying keeping these things unsaid is bad for your health.

That was true. But neither of them are particularly healthy individuals.]

As long as you have seen the air-ors of your way, I suppose. The metaphorical door is open.

that an offer?

[Wow, what the hell is he doing]

[There's a delay before Chara replies again.]

Perhaps. But it is your choice to come.

[They'll leave it up to Sans. The apartment is...clean, so there isn't anything to worry about in that department.]

[Why's he considering this. Why is this something he's doing. Maybe 'cause the last time he lost two of his pals, he ended up on their couch.

Habit, maybe.]

your partner?

[Chara isn't sure why they're offering either. There was a resolve to keep themselves out of Sans's business for his own good after that event.

But at the end of the day they're also tired and are in possession of a Sans's sized couch.]

They are not here at the moment. However you will have to endure more knock knock jokes if you come.

[Fair warning.]

i think i can handle it.

[What's he doing.

Apparently, he's ending up outside the kids' place in the absence of anywhere else to go, because lookin' at that immaculately made bed and the way his lounging on it left divets on the sheets, rumpling everything and messing it up from Papyrus's careful spread - it was gettin' to be unbearable.

He knows better than this. Alphys deserves better than this.

But regardless, this is where he ends up.

So.

Knock knock.]

[Sometimes the best thing you can do with Bad Memories is to throw them away. They come back, of course, but it gives you a second or two to not deal with them.

Not that Chara would know about them.

They check the copies before going to the door. So.

Here we are.]

Who's there?

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