CS: Toriel used to be the pre-colonial version of a punk (thank zarla on deviant art for that idea) and Miranda tries to be mischievous for a day.
AN: question: don't you just hate when you finish taking a bath or a shower and step out of the tub/stall only to feel cold? (especially in winter in an apartment that has no central heating 'cause you poor)
also here's a link to zarla's comics with punky Toriel (remember, take the '*' out):
Comic 1 - http*:*/*/*zarla*.*deviantart*.*com*/*art*/*Got*-*an*-*appointment*-*to*-*shove*-*you*-*into*-*a*-*locker*-*601673177
Comic 2 - http*:*/*/*zarla*.*deviantart*.*com*/*art*/*Next*-*I*-*m*-*gonna*-*go*-*drink*-*a*-*beer*-*656336924
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-insert words- Is for written text
insert words Is for Miranda's mind talk and thoughts in general
insert words Is for Rajani's mind talk
insert words Is for sign language
_*insert words Is for battle commands
"InsertName" & INSERT STATS & *insert soul script Is for checking Soul Stats
+insert name and timeframe+ & +insert text+ Is for texting.
~insert lyrics~ Is for songs
=insert words= Is for Mirbot speaking
=insert words= Is for Rajbot speaking
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Chapter 35: If You Had an 'Inkling' of What I'm Thinking…
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To say that the celebrations continued until late in the night and everyone simply slumped on the floor of the living room at some point would be putting it mildly. Everyone was ecstatic over the engagement. Frisk even wrote down one a big piece of paper 'Finally!' just to get their point across. You all watched 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' and cheered the happy couple until you fell asleep.
Next morning you woke up belly side down with Frisk sprawled on top of you and with your face pressing against a dirty plate. You probably had sauce all over your hair now. You weren't even going to touch it. Whose dish was it, even?
You should have eaten at the kitchen table, like the civilized people you were, instead of in the living room. It seemed you weren't the only one waking up. In fact, it seemed that what had woken you up was the sound of someone stepping on a plate. You look up to see Asgore collecting the plate he had almost crushed to death and trying to be as silent as possible. It was sort of hilarious, considering how big he was.
" 'Mornin'." You said in a haze of sleep.
"Oh, good morning young one." He said as quietly as possible. You had never thought that his booming could become so soft.
He then noticed your situation and snickered at the ridiculousness of it.
"Do you need my assistance, young one?"
"Yesh pleashe." You said the slurring brought in part because of your sleepiness and in part because of the fact that you were eating a carpet and had the top half of your face drowning in sauce.
Asgore put the dish down on a place where he wouldn't be likely to step on it again and tiptoed towards you over the sleeping bodies of the residents. He carefully scooped up Frisk and laid them down next to Toriel. They immediately cuddled to the fluffy goat monster.
Looking around you could only see a tangle of sleepy monsters sprawled all around looking like a car crash scene minus the broken limbs and bleeding wounds. You would usually also add the twisted metal part but Undyne had, somehow, ended up crunching a metal pan with her fists until it was a twisted mess claiming to be using her strength to make 'art' to decorate her new home.
…
You supposed it could be seen as abstract art?
…
She called it 'metal pan'.
Monsters really weren't good at coming up with names, where they?
You followed Asgore through the mess of people, carrying the plate that had given your hair a new color. Asgore retrieved his plate and a few others on the way that you helped carry. Once you had cleared the sea of snores he took the ones you were holding so that you could go for a bath, to which you happily obliged. You usually didn't really like taking baths and only did so because you had to. You only liked water at the beach or swimming pools Then again you used to have a lot more hair to wash so the task became tedious and the problems with using hot water meant that as soon as you left the stall you would instantly feel cold. Despite baths not being your favorite thing this time you were feeling icky enough that you were actually looking forward to it.
Gosh, you felt so gross with your head covered in sauce.
Once you were finished with your bath you came down the stairs to see that Papyrus and Toriel were also awake but, for once, Asgore was the one trying to make breakfast. 'Trying' because Toriel had to instruct him all the way. Papyrus was more than happy to absorb the information as he watched the instructions unfold.
"Oh, good morning, my child!" Toriel noticed your arrival.
"Good morning." You said, feeling much more coherent than before the bath.
"OH! HELLO SKINNY HUMAN! WE SURE PULLED A FAST ONE ON SANS YESTERDAY, DIDN'T WE!" He commented.
It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about but once you did you couldn't help but smile, even as your cheeks grew warmer at what you did.
"We sure did. Did you see his face?" The guy was completely flustered. It was adorable.
Why did I just woke up to thoughts of how the Cueball has you by the cute meter? Rajani said, having just regained consciousness.
Just because you shared a soul and a mental landscape did not mean that you woke up at the same time.
Paps. You replied to her before focusing back on the tall skeleton. The exchange so fast that no one noticed.
"YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN, SKINNY HUMAN. I THINK YOU MEANT TO SAY HIS WHOLE SKULL." He corrected you.
"Oh! How could I have made such a grave mistake!" You played along with him.
"INDEED, SKINNY HUMAN. THANKFULLY YOU HAVE I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, TO KEEP YOU ON TRACK! NYEHEHEHEHEHEH!"
"My hero!" You pretend-swooned. Then you returned to the topic at hand. "Sans skull was so blue! Even on the back of it! I never knew that was possible!"
"That was a risqué move, my child! I have never seen Sans so flustered before." Toriel commented.
"Y-you saw?" You asked feeling a bit embarrassed -not that you already weren't-. You had thought she had been in the kitchen cooking dinner.
You didn't usually throw yourself at a guy that way. The only time you ever did was with Daniel, but only because you had a very perverted friend back then -she was even more pervy than Rajani, which was a feat- and hiding small personal belongings, like USB drives, in your cleavages and daring him to come and get them was a reoccurring game. If you'd been alone there was no way you would have done something like that. All things considered she might not have been the best influence back then.
Well, at least she cared!
The point still stood. You aren't the sort of person that just does something of the sort out of the blue, which was why you were embarrassed, but since the reaction you got was so great that made up for a lot of the embarrassment.
The fact that Toriel knew, however… and, considering his flushed cheeks, Asgore did too…
It cranked up the embarrassment a bit. Thank god Papyrus was in on it too and that they knew it was a joke.
"Of course I did! I was wondering how you would deal with the situation. It was quite an amusing sight to watch, was it not?" She asked Asgore.
"It reminds me of when we first met." Asgore commented.
"HOW SO, KING ASGORE?" Papyrus asked.
"W-well… hehe!" Asgore was suddenly quite nervous and a blushy mess.
"You see. Back when I was a teenager I was quite rebellious. One could even consider I was a wild untamed teen that indulged on risky behavior. In a way, it was similar to what you youths call 'punks'? We didn't have all this modern clothing and hair dos back then, though."
Your jaw dropped and it was Rajani who spoke.
"YOU WERE A PUNK!?" She blurted out in disbelief.
Toriel laughed gingerly in a completely unassuming tone, muffling her voice with one fuzzy paw.
"No, my child. It was similar in some of the ideologies but it was not the same thing." She calmed down and continued. "But as I was saying, I was quite rebellious and had a run in with the heir to the throne. You were quite the quiet, shy one back then, were you not?" She asked Asgore.
Asgore blushed again but did try to stammer out a response this time.
"I wasn't expecting t-to cross paths with such a brazen young lass, t-that's for sure." He said.
"Back then I still didn't know he was the prince of the kingdom. I hadn't bothered with such tedious matters when I could be having fun chasing mountain lions or fighting grizzly bears." Toriel admitted.
MOUNTAIN LIONS!? GRIZZLY BEARS!? WHAT IS LIFE!?
Is this the real life~
Nope! Not now!
Toriel continued her story telling after appreciating to the full extent the reaction to her words.
"All I saw in front of me was the typical overly pampered teen that barely seemed to function socially. He was stammering so much that he seemed like a male, fuzzier and bigger version of Alphys." Toriel giggled chastely. "It was adorable."
"You were really a hard one to read." Asgore commented. "But that hadn't been the first time I saw you though, admittedly, all the previous times were from afar." He seemed to blush a bit at the last part.
Did Asgore already have a crush on Toriel before he actually ran into her?
That's adorable!
"Suffice to say that I knew her enough to realize she acted just slightly different than she usually did when she flirted with other people she ran into. And that gave me hope." He said.
"You never told me that." Toriel commented.
"Well, I never saw reason to do so. Especially when father asked me to spend some time with you for the sake of making you less of a rebel."
"Your father?" You ask.
"Yes, young one. Our fathers where great friends and her father had asked mine the favor of giving her a good influence." Asgore explained. "Not that I ever could do anything about that. Toriel is a true force of nature."
"Oh, shush you!" Toriel batted at his shoulder while blushing prettily.
Asgore seemed completely unrepentant for it. In fact, he even seemed to stand a bit straighter.
"I wondered back then if perhaps my feelings weren't one sided after all." He said, voice filled with confidence.
Toriel blushed some more.
"Well, I did just admit that I thought you were adorable, getting all nervous like that." She said.
You knew they were getting along much better than before. You just hadn't expected them to already be so friendly with each other. You were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable there.
"Let's go, Papyrus. Let's give the lovebirds some privacy." You commented to the tall skeleton while looping your arm with his.
Papyrus merely nodded and you both left the goat monster flushing further upon realizing what you two were doing.
You helped Papyrus gather the few plates you and Asgore hadn't collected. You heard some annoyed groans from sleepy monsters and human but payed them no attention, proceeding to gather whatever else that needed cleaning and pondering whether or not you should grab a marker and do some art on their faces.
"YOU'RE HUMMING AGAIN." Papyrus commented as soon as you were out of the living room
That explained the annoyed groaning from before.
"Again?"
"YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED? THESE PAST FEW DAYS YOU HAVE BEEN HUMMING A LOT." He explained in a far more muted tone of voice than his usual, though still rather loud.
"I have!?"
"INDEED! NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING. YOU DO HAVE A BEAUTIFUL VOICE. I'VE JUST BEEN WONDERING IF IT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN FEELING HAPPIER, PERHAPS?" He sounded hopeful and part of you realized that he was still very much worried about you confession of suicidal thoughts from six years ago.
You decided to ponder on the issue some.
"I… suppose so? I hadn't really noticed that I was. It has been a long time since I have."
"REALLY?"
"Yep. I used to do it all the time long ago. It was really out of control. And Rajani's even worse at controlling the humming than I was. I would even start humming and singing in class. And I couldn't really control it. It would just slip out without me noticing until someone else brought it to my attention." You explained.
"WELL… WHY DID YOU STOP?"
"… I'm not really sure to be honest. I never put much importance in it."
"WHAT WAS THAT SONG? IT SOUNDS SOMEWHAT FAMILIAR." He commented with a frown of concentration marring his features.
"I'm not quite sure… But the melody has been in my head for days now. If I could remember enough of the lyrics I might be able to find the song's name." You said. "I went along the lines of something like 'And I just can't take my eyes of you, and I just can't take my eyes of you~'." You sang.
"HMM!..."
"What's more annoying is that Rajani seems to know where we know this song from but won't tell me!"
"REALLY? WHY?"
"She's going to have to realize when she heard it for the first time all by herself. Then she'll know why she's been thinking about it non-stop!" Rajani retorted through you testily.
She had refused to tell you from where you remembered it. The more she refused the more you tried to convince her to tell you, and the more irascible she would get. You figured she must have a reason for not telling you, since she usually doesn't pose this much resistance.
You hear a noise of someone patting the wall and look up to see frisk wide awake and trying to get your attention.
"I know that song! I heard it at the Halloween party!" They gestured.
"Really?" Then why was Rajani so adamant about you figuring it out by yourself?
"Yes! It was the one right before the movie!"
Oh, right your movie! What was playing before the movie started? You did remember the 'This is Halloween' one but… wait… didn't you…? nah it couldn't be! Why would you keep that song in particular on your mind?
…
There's no way it was the same song but… you would check it out later. Just in case…
"Ok…" Was your simple reply as you though out what to say afterwards. "Good morning, squirt!"
Genius deflection. Rajani commented sarcastically.
Shush, you!
"Good morning." Frisk replied.
"What a day that yesterday was, am I right?"
"Yup."
You leaned down and whispered at the kid.
"Wanna cause some havoc for these sleepyheads?"
Their smile widened considerably. Papyrus also seemed intrigued by the idea. You ran to your room and grabbed some markers before coming back down.
"You, know? I was always told that if I were a pokemon I would be a Jigglypuff because I can sing and like drawing. How about I do something else that Jigglypuffs do? And you two help out?"
"I NEVER KNEW PUFFS COULD BE JIGGLY. WHAT DO JIGGLING PUFFS DO, EXACTLY?" Papyrus asked.
You and Frisk held out your respective markers with evil smirks in your faces.
"They draw!"
"They take revenge on the unworthy with facial doodles!"
You both said and signed at the same time. Papyrus seemed to focus more on Frisks reply, understandingly, and seemed to get the idea.
You drew on Sans', Alphys', Undyne's and MK's faces. You couldn't get to draw on Flowey's because he woke up as soon as he felt the tip touch his face. He now had a beauty mark just under his eye and that alone was hilarious. He decided to help out too but you didn't want him to wreck the master piece you were making on Sans face too much so you limited him to the back of the skeleton's skull.
In the end MK sported an inky monocle and a mustache from Frisk's part, Alphys was Flowey's main target, sporting a lot of anime doodles of her favorite series so that she wouldn't want to wash them out, Undyne had an incredibly detailed flying spaghetti monster across her forehead and Ariel the little mermaid on one of her cheeks. As for Sans, Flowey had filled the back side of his head with doodles on the small skeleton having a bad time while you had taken the blue marker most similar to his blush color and painted his cheeks in big blotches of color, adding on his forehead your new nickname for him: Skelly Bear.
You had also considered others like Cuddle Bones, Starry Eyes and, Teddy Bones and the sappiest of all: Nightlight -because he lights up your nights when you have nightmares and he's awake-. But Skelly Bear seemed the best choice. He was comfortable to hug like a teddy bear, after all.
You had to stop your drawings when MK started to stir, and quickly hid around the corner with the others to see the reactions.
MK immediately noticed the drawings on the others' faces and assumed he had some too before trying to wake everyone up. He succeeded with Alphys and Undyne. Sans was still fast asleep. Undyne… was not happy about it and chased you around the house for revenge while Alphys helped wipe MK's face and took a picture of her doodles before washing them away as well.
The most hilarious part was when Sans finally woke up and, because no one else still had the drawings on, aside from Undyne -who was washing away hers-, he didn't realize he had them and just walked about in the most oblivious of states.
"Morning, Skelly Bear! How did you sleep?" You asked and he stopped staring at you in surprise since you had never called him that.
You wondered if, under all that ink, he had blushed that pretty shade of blue you had spotted on several occasions.
"uh… i slept fine…?" He said uncertainly as he watched your mischievous expression.
"Are you sure, Sans? You are looking a bit blue faced today." Toriel added and the fact that he was looking even more avoidant confirmed that he must have really been blushing underneath the ink and had thought that Toriel was referring to that.
How cute…
"You look like you are carrying a load of troubles over your shoulders." Rajani commented, referring to the 'bad times' Flowey had drawn on the back of his skull.
"wha…"
Undyne entered the kitchen.
"You are going to pay for that, punk!"
"Why me, though?" you asked. "I wasn't even the one who drew it."
"Papyrus told me it was your idea!"
"Papyrus! Why did you stab me in the back this way!" You shouted towards the living room where he still was, enjoying the morning cartoons with the kids.
"UNDYNE CAN BE VERY PERSUASIVE!"
"Paps!" You said in disappointment.
"uh… what's going on?" Sans asked feeling a bit out of the loop.
Undyne looked at him, noticed the nickname and then looked at you.
"You the one who wrote that?" She asked.
"Perhaps…" You said mischievously. "The back was all Flowey, though!"
"what?" He asked looking ever more confused.
"Go take a look at your face, nerd!" Undyne told him and he teleported out.
Not wanting to miss out on the party you ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You didn't hear Undyne say 'I ship it!' to Toriel, but you did hear a strangled noise coming from the bathroom where you suspected Sans was.
Then you heard his voice back in the kitchen again.
"where is she?" He asked.
"She ran after you. Go get her. Avenge me too!" Undyne said.
Oh snap! He has a marker, doesn't he?
You rush down the hallway and, in a stroke of genius, you decide to hide in his room. As expected you heard some muttering from your room where he had teleported into. He would probably look all around the house and then return to your room for good measure but, just in case, you hid in his closet.
It was bit cramped in it but at least you wouldn't be uncomfortable since the floor was covered in various articles of clothing. You made yourself comfortable and prepared for Sans to finish his first sweep of the mansion…
Then again, he could just grow bored and lazy and give up on searching for you too easily, as you also came to confirm when he teleported on top of his bed, marker still in hand and squiggles sill on his face. You did notice a halfhearted attempt at wiping them out but he probably grew too lazy for that too. He seemed to have brought along a wet towel that he draped on his bedside table.
You tried your hardest to breathe as lightly as you could so that he wouldn't hear you. You had to get ready for your next plan, after all.
What plan? You completely winged it and now you don't know what the fuck to do!
I said shush!
You continued to peek through the small crack in the closet door to see what the skeleton was doing and trying to come up with a plan of action. Sans seemed to be fiddling around in his phone a bit. Moments later you realized your ring tone was coming all the way from the living room where you had left it.
"SKINNY HUMAN! IT APPEARS THAT YOUR TELECOMUNICATION DEVICE IS RINGING!" Papyrus called out and added after a moment of silence. "SKINNY HUMAN? WHERE ARE YOU?"
He then must have checked the caller ID because he shouted.
"OH! NEVERMIND. IT'S JUST SANS TRYING TO FIND YOU."
This crafty bastard! I can almost respect him a bit for his quick thinking! It seems he does have something inside his skull after all!
Of course he does! You know as much as I do that he is very smart!
It wasn't something you had easily noticed until you began your habit of hanging about together when both of you had insomnia. There, in the dark and silent night, you had managed to wheedle out of him some replies that gave you just an inkling of how smart you theorized he was. Rajani, of course, remained steadfast in her opinion that he was just faking it. Well… she claimed that was her opinion but you were pretty sure that she thought he was a very smart skeleton too.
Rajani really didn't like to change her opinion, especially when it came to guys.
Sans sighed in disappointment but then he seemed to suddenly have ad idea and teleported out. You came out of the closet but didn't leave his room yet. You did open, however, his door a bit so that you could listen in what he was saying downstairs in the living room.
"paps, do you mind if i borrow miranda's dogs for a bit?"
"OF COURSE I DON'T, BROTHER. BUT THEY AREN'T REALLY MINE TO BORROW FROM. WHY IS IT YOU NEED THEM, ANYWAY?"
"oh, nothing important. no need to give me a ruff time about it." He replied. "which one is the best tracker by the way?"
"BROTHER… WHY DO YOU REALLY WANT THE DOGS?" Papyrus asked.
Oh shit, he is going to get your own dogs to track you down!
They aren't really mine… shit what do we do now? They are too well trained!
Ok, got an idea. Gimme control!
You let Rajani take control of your body and waited for what she would do next.
You weren't prepared for when she started undressing right there in Sans' room and you must have given her a headache with all your screaming while she insisted on you trusting her. She dropped your clothes three feet in front of the closet, wrote in a paper 'Psyche!', dropping it on top of the pile, and then entered the closet, immediately starting to get into a pair of well used sweat pants, a turtle neck sweater that looked as if it hadn't been used in a long time and Sans' prized jacket, which he had left in his room. With that done she slid your body underneath all the other clothes to camouflage you and you both waited.
Not long after finishing concealing you, you both heard the quiet tiktiktik of one of your dog's nails hitting the hardwood of the hall and the creaking of the wood under Sans' slippers.
"what the…" He said when your dog, whichever one they were, stopped in front of the room door, the only reason you heard him being because the door was next to the closet and the walls were a bit thin.
The door opened and you heard them coming in and tried to muffle your breathing. You heard him stop in front of the pile and wanted to see his expression but Rajani was still in control and wouldn't let you move an inch, probably for the best.
He emitted some sort of choked noise and then flung the closet door open. Fortunately, Rajani had hid you well and had nerves of steel. You held your breath so that the slightest movement wouldn't be perceived.
You felt the dog sniffing the pile and hoped he would close the closet before your dog decided to try and dig you out.
You heard a heavy sigh coming from the skeleton as he closed the closet door again.
You heard him dismiss you dog with one of the dog treats you had bought and sit in his bed, rubbing his face with the wet towel you had seen him bring in before. Sometimes he stopped to look into a small cracked mirror he had hanging in his room to see the damage before going back to scrubbing.
He was distracted…
I'mma pounce him!
Clever. That way he can't go after us with the marker.
Well, I was going to do it just to mess with him but that works too.
How can you be this oblivious…?
You didn't understand what Rajani was getting at so you decided to ignore it. You gently opened the closet door so that a crack was open and you could peek out. To be extra careful, you peeked from the lowest part of the door, still covered in his clothes. He stopped wiping his face for a bit and looked around, having heard the sound of the closet door opening.
After a while of looking about he seemed to have dismissed the sound as being his imagination and went back to scrubbing his face. You carefully peeled the clothing from on top of you so as to get some freedom of movement and crouched, waiting for the perfect time.
He looked over at the mirror again. The blue cheeks seemed to be mostly gone, but the writing on his forehead was still very much visible. That was still a lot less visible comparing to the doodles on the back of his head.
With an annoyed grunt, he went back to rubbing his face, his eye sockets covered with the fabric. It was now or never!
Instead of slamming the door open and pouncing him, like you had considered doing, you were sneakier about it. If he got startled too soon he would teleport outside of your reach and get you instead. You quietly opened the door and tiptoed towards him. Thankfully the room's floor was carpeted and you were wearing socks.
You heart was pounding as you considered all the potential outcomes. What if he noticed you just before you attacked? What if he already knew you were there but was letting you think he didn't? What if he pounced you instead?
You finally managed to reach a close enough distance without him looking up and you wasted no time. You jumped but only released your 'gotcha!' after you made sure you had your arms around him.
If he had skin he would have jumped out of it. He did scream a bit though.
"SANS? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?" Papyrus asked from downstairs.
"Everything's ok! I just gave your brother the scare of his life!" You shouted out so that Papyrus wouldn't worry as the small skeleton struggled beneath you, messing up his bed covers even more than they had already been.
"OH. ALRIGHT."
"hmmfhmfmfh!" Sans tried to say something as his face was being muffled by a mix of his bed covers and the jacket you were sporting.
"Oops! Sorry about that. Didn't mean to smother you!" You released his face from the fabrics. "So… I heard you wanted to paint me up a bit. I can't say that I agree with you about that."
"get off of me."
"Hmmm… nope! I know you are just going to go after me if I release you." You said nonchalantly.
"c'mon, kid. you're crushing my ribs!"
You supposed you were pressing most of your body weight on his chest area. You sat back on his pelvis. You weren't about to test his belly for seat potential, even if it felt solid. You still kept your hands firmly clasping his forearms so that he wouldn't try anything, though.
His cheeks were blue again, probably from exertion from all his struggling. If he could sweat he could also feel other side effects of exertion, couldn't he?
"Sans… I thought we agreed I'm not to be called a kid. I have a name, you know?"
"m-miranda, please get off of me!" he asked, a bit calmer now but looking a bit flustered.
"Only if you promise not to go after me with that marker. OR-" You said before he could accept the bargain. "any other writing or painting supply. Ok?"
"…"
"Sans…"
"fine!"
You smiled at him as you let go of his forearms.
"See? I knew we could reach an agreement!"
He floated you out of his lap and onto the floor.
"Rude!"
"not as much as you spying on me from my closet." He shot back.
"Not as much as you touching my personal joystick!" You quickly replied.
"will you ever let that go? i'm sorry, ok?"
"NEVAH!" You replied comically.
He rolled his eye lights and started rubbing the wet towel on his face again.
"Gimme!" You reached out your hand for the towel.
He seemed to hesitate before handing it to you.
"Since I was responsible for it I might as well clean it too." You explained, proceeding to rub the ink away.
Once you were done with the front, you helped around with the back where he couldn't see the damage.
This was beginning to be the silliest day in a long time. You couldn't wait to tell sister about it.
…
It was getting close to that date… wasn't it?
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EN:
Next chapter we get sans POV.
So... do you approve of Sans' new nickname? Or nah?