Icee
MOSTLY INACTIVE
Sans The Skeleton
No sooner could Sans attempt to go back to sleep did the door open, revealing his brother. Great. Just when he was thinking that Papyrus had somehow forgotten about his morning wake up call. Guess he wasn't walking out of this one. Slowly, the skeleton slid out of bed and began to lazily go about his morning routing while his brother gave him the usual speech. He rubbed his eyesockets. That festival must have taken more out of him than he thought. The skeleton gave a sleeoy hum as he heard about Frisk. Come to think of it, Frisk did seem off. The human seemed distracted. Like something pressing was on mind. He never really thought to ask about it. Well, it wasn't like he could anyway since he was so busy dealing with Mettaton and Mad Mew Mew amongst other issues. He was always the one in charge of mediation during the special events. Mostly because he was usually the easiest to speak to. Papyrus of course loved meeting new people but the taller skeleton could also be a bit overwhelming. Sans was more relaxed and could calmly talk and sort out solutions to probkens. Even if that did mean that poor Sans spent more of the festival mediating than having fun.
* yeah i guess they were distracted. but why would that change wbat they think of us? besides, you're the great papyrus, right?
The skeleton responded to Papyrus's frantic banter. He had now stumbled into the living room, seeing the news report. People going missing? Since when was that going on? Things were definately starting to take some odd turns. Somehow he had this weird feeling that things might get worse before they get better.