"The new Science Squad project will be occurring next month and I vote myself to lead the outer space portion of the event."
"Linda." Sans had some insult on the tip of his tongue. It disappeared. One minute here, the next gone. "I'm pretty sure that we have to vote." He managed that much, at least.
"Oh! Spare me, Sans." Linda rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.
Watching Linda explain herself was more difficult then usual, which was saying something. There was nothing in the way, yet there was something in the way. Something both there and not there, here and not there.
There was nothing but emptiness, where everything was. But everything still was.
"Sans, I know you think that somehow I'm incompetent, but I'll have you know I have a degree in Astronomy."
A shadow...
l o o ming overhead.
Dark
Darker.
Yet, darker.
"I'd clearly be the best choice for the job."
"I'm sure you would be, Linda. With that planet you call an ass." Gaster said, standing on top of the PTA table. His oily black slime coating Linda's brownies.
"What the fuck?!" Linda screamed. Gaster laughed and with that, disappeared. The only evidence of his disappearance being the now missing brownies.
"With that planet you call an ass." Sans blurted out, but devoid of humor or the strange entertainment one gets from repeating a funny turn of phrase.
"What just happened?!" Linda screeched.
"Gaster's in town." Sans groaned. "Fuck."