[ Sans is pretty sure he knows who drew this, so some time later someone has added badly drawn stars above the cat doodles.
Future civilizations may speculate what their scrawling means, in their multitude of languages. It'll be a veritable Rosetta Stone of shitposting that'll have archaeologists scratching their heads for generations. ]
[In an effort to really screw with future historians, when Ren returns and sees the stars above her cats, she draws lines extending from them so it looks like they're shining! So bright! How pretty!
At the end of each shining star line, she doodles a terrible flower. The stars are sprouting plant life now? That's evolution for you. Amazing.]
[It's beautiful. If she were a little wiser, maybe from a slightly less apocalypty world, she would appreciate them. But hell, she loves a good story and this is shaping up to be one. Sorta.
So she draws a big sun over the flowers, copies the speech bubble shape as best she can and writes-]
good morning flowers
[And then a big moon shape beside the sun with its own bubble-]
[Later on, a painting of five (5) beautifully detailed deer - a buck, two does, and two fawns - will mar the stone as well. It's very intricate and not done in chalk, but ink and watercolors.
There's no signature or anything, but the sun above the grazing fauna will seem a bit peculiar...]
Time passes again, and there it is - a less detailed, more scribbly doodle of a bee on a leaf. 'Scribbly' in that it's not colored and more stylized than the first, drawn quickly and with more rushed strokes of a brush than a careful, intricate flow. Ammy was really just playing into the joke this time. I mean, she did also include...well.
It's probably less than a half hour or so since Sans's added message that he'll find the white wolf, seated in front of the rock, tilting her head left and right, boggling over the word she doesn't know and what to...really respond to. Or how.
There's a set of watercolor paints next to her, but no brush. I mean, she doesn't really need one, he tails works just fine, given that parts of it are colored with light tints of blue, purple, red, and green.]
[ Sans is a little different than the last time they saw each other. It's still the same track shorts, always the same, it's a miracle they don't have holes in them by now -- dingy socks disappearing into velcro-strapped sneaks with colorful LEDs in the (wheeled) soles, kid's sneakers, in galaxy print.
Same with his hoodie, sun-faded and zipped up. There's still that little chip in one supraorbital ridge, only really visible in direct sunlight like this, a memento of something worlds away. ]
[The nickname is familiar - she remembers it only from a child she met with some time ago - but not the voice that utter it. One pointed ear twitches in Sans' direction before Ammy turns her head and jumps with a bit of a start, the fur around her neck and back standing up a little. That, uh...that sure is a skeleton right there, and for a moment she thinks it may be a demon or spirit, but her conscience kicks in and tells her to remember. He used the nickname, he must know her.
Only after she's steeled her resolve does Ammy approach, taking in the sight of the skeleton, sniffing curiously at his clothes and pulling away with a wrinkle of her nose. Gods, and people say she reeks...son, have you washed those short since you got here?? The hooded tunic...cloak...thingy he has is lovely though - like the painted night's sky, and Ammy jerks her head down whenever his shoes light up, clearly distracted. How do they do that what the heck, is it some sort of fire? Like a lantern?]
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Future civilizations may speculate what their scrawling means, in their multitude of languages. It'll be a veritable Rosetta Stone of shitposting that'll have archaeologists scratching their heads for generations. ]
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At the end of each shining star line, she doodles a terrible flower. The stars are sprouting plant life now? That's evolution for you. Amazing.]
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hey, how's it growing?
[ and one flower says to another: ]
don't make me the bud of your jokes
relax, just pollen your leg, frond!
[ If she can't read, well, then someone will get a kick outta this, maybe. ]
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So she draws a big sun over the flowers, copies the speech bubble shape as best she can and writes-]
good morning flowers
[And then a big moon shape beside the sun with its own bubble-]
have good dreams flowers
[#modernshakespeare]
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He puts up a 3 x 3 grid and puts an X in the lower left box. Tic Tac Toe. ]
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[Now fight her to tic tac death]
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[ don't ever say sans never gave you anything ]
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Well, she's super happy.]
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we did it
good job
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that's what i call a sansational success
hey, that was fun.
if you wanna go another round, i'm game anytime.
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ok
lets play again
soon
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There's no signature or anything, but the sun above the grazing fauna will seem a bit peculiar...]
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an honest to goodness artist just came outta the woodwork
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Time passes again, and there it is - a less detailed, more scribbly doodle of a bee on a leaf. 'Scribbly' in that it's not colored and more stylized than the first, drawn quickly and with more rushed strokes of a brush than a careful, intricate flow. Ammy was really just playing into the joke this time. I mean, she did also include...well.
That.]
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that's also the weirdest emoji i've ever seen.
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It's probably less than a half hour or so since Sans's added message that he'll find the white wolf, seated in front of the rock, tilting her head left and right, boggling over the word she doesn't know and what to...really respond to. Or how.
There's a set of watercolor paints next to her, but no brush. I mean, she doesn't really need one, he tails works just fine, given that parts of it are colored with light tints of blue, purple, red, and green.]
action;
[ Sans is a little different than the last time they saw each other. It's still the same track shorts, always the same, it's a miracle they don't have holes in them by now -- dingy socks disappearing into velcro-strapped sneaks with colorful LEDs in the (wheeled) soles, kid's sneakers, in galaxy print.
Same with his hoodie, sun-faded and zipped up. There's still that little chip in one supraorbital ridge, only really visible in direct sunlight like this, a memento of something worlds away. ]
...That you?
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Only after she's steeled her resolve does Ammy approach, taking in the sight of the skeleton, sniffing curiously at his clothes and pulling away with a wrinkle of her nose. Gods, and people say she reeks...son, have you washed those short since you got here?? The hooded tunic...cloak...thingy he has is lovely though - like the painted night's sky, and Ammy jerks her head down whenever his shoes light up, clearly distracted. How do they do that what the heck, is it some sort of fire? Like a lantern?]
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For a good time, call 555-SANS
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I hate both the player AND the game
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no joke this is the gift that keeps on giving.
[ Fortunately none of them have to wait too long to find out, but. ]
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seriously I give it a week before someone sets this thing on fire
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you should give it a shot.
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tic tac toe
gosh it might be the highlight of my week
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Karamatsu’s a loser
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Why are we all so concerned with numbers?
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except the cat artist you're doin amazing sweetie
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