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Sans Gaster | Undertale
[So it's safe to say at this exact moment, he was feeling more than a little confused and disoriented. Sans had been through a lot of things in his life - a lot - but waking up to find someone, a human at that, wholly unfamiliar calling herself his 'mother' was a bit shocking. Moreso when he remarked that through appearance alone it should be obvious that 'i'm not your kid, lady'...and he'd looked at his hands, only for them to be entirely human as well.
This was perhaps the strangest timeline he'd ever gone through, and that was saying a lot. The former-skeleton let out a long sigh as he walked outside, stretching, taking a look around. Peaceful town. There was something about 'Pokemon', he remembered. Poke...mon. Pocket...monsters?
He'd contemplate the ethics over a former monster owning a 'pocket monster' later. For now, he hummed, tossing the ball down he'd gotten, only to see a small ghostlike being with a skull face pop out of it. Aw. Sweet little thing.]
hey there. you doin' okay?
[He crouched down, talking to the monster softly. It apparently couldn't speak, but that was fine - not all monsters could. Not easily. He rubbed his chin, and tried sign language with it, but it still stared at him in confusion and bewilderment until he let out a little sigh.]
didn't catch that either, huh? well. tibia honest, i'm just as scared as you are here, i think. and i can't imagine you were having a ball trapped in this. [He gestured to the pokeball, and the little ghostlike creature almost appeared to laugh. Sans's eyes glistened, as his smile grew a bit more genuine.] y'like my material? we're gonna be best friends, i think. i'm gonna call you...paps. though you get my material a lot better than the other paps i know...
[ Goldenrod ]
[It took him a bit, but eventually Sans arrived in Goldenrod, 'Paps' floating right by his side. His arms remained folded behind his head as he walked, taking a look around.]
what a big city. it's so weird to walk in the middle of a place like this and not get any stares. i guess it's hard to know exactly what i mean, but back home...monsters weren't exactly that high on the surface-living totem pole.
[He's never quite sure if the little companion of his understands him, but he seems to. And he refuses to underestimate his intelligence.]
it was a really big heard-but-not-seen kinda thing. it's hard to explain, but...
[He pauses when he sees that Paps has paused, and is staring at the big department store. He chuckles softly, looking at the store, then at his pokemon.]
...you'd probably look good with a red scarf, y'know? really sell your image. c'mon, let's go inside.
[He walks inside, the ghost-pokemon floating along beside him.]
now, we can't get anything pricey, but we can definitely get you a red scarf. okay? just don't clothes your mind too much to all the options.
[ Blackthorn City ]
[While the cold might bother some people, Sans is more than used to it. It's comfortable, even. Reminds him of home. This doesn't mean he hasn't changed a bit - mostly only just swapping out his normal basketball shorts for a pair of warmer pants - but, y'know. Living in Snowdin for a while had its advantages.]
...pretty comfy here, huh?
[Paps, on the other hand, looks cold. Sans frowns, just a tad, before he raises the pokeball up.]
not your thing. okay. would you be warmer in here? is it okay if i put you in here?
[Paps seems to have no objections, at any rate, so he recalls his pokemon, putting the pokeball up.]
well, now things are a lot more lonely. ehh, ah well. i'll make the best of it. there's an inn somewhere around here, right...?
Goldenrod!
My apologies! I did not see you, are you alright? I did not injure you did I?
[The murkrow on her shoulder insists on cawing, specifically at the duskull.] Lythie hush, do not be rude!
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nah, i'm fine. are you? [He glances around to make sure she didn't drop anything. Paps looks up at the murkrow, his red eyes opting to simply look confused.]
...hope i didn't upset your bird, either. paps is a little shy...and, uh, i didn't wanna keep him stuck in the ball, so.
Blackthorn
[...He doesn't seem to be reacting to much besides that, kind of in a daze as he looks around.]
[His Tepig is a lot livelier, apparently kept warm through internal means and being a fire type, but he perks up when he sees Sans put Paps away. Immediately, he makes his way over there, with a bit of cloak in his mouth to make sure Dimitri follows.]
[Being forced to move seems to snap Dimitri out of it, at least a little, and he refocuses his one good eye onto Sans.]
...What.
[It's directed at the Tepig, who just keeps going until he's over to Sans, and making an inquisitive fire pig noise.]
!!! hello you feral mess ilu
hey there, little guy. what's up? y'sound curious.
[He also offers the accompanying human a small smile. Dude seems like he definitely needs a pleasant response.]
goodness knows someone needs 2 lmao
[So there's just a cool and rather distant stare, one that moves downwards. The fire pig responsible for this entire encounter gives a polite, or as polite as a pig can make it, and carefully puts one little hoof on Sans' knee. There's another noise.]
[The tepig has definitely forced Dimitri to start paying more attention to people, or at least tiny strange elemental creatures that are more intelligent than the average animal. He stares for a moment, trying to decipher what's going on, before his gaze drifts back to Sans.]
...You hid something.