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you know my name [open]

Who: Sans, Sans's double, and Y O U
What: Doubles. It gets bad. Responses from Sans's double will come from

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Where: All over Hadriel
When: 1/16 - 1/25
Warnings: Things are gonna get messy. Since it's Sans, basic warnings for depressive mindset and self-hatred ratcheted up to 11. In the case of his double, threads may involve heavy manipulation, physchological abuse and cruelty, and of course your typical fare of potentials for violence and gore. Proceed with caution!

1/16 - 1/18; just the big time fucko; arm yourself because no one else here will SAVE you

[The crack and pop of flexing knuckles, and his skull rolls on his cervical vertebrae with a series of satisfying popping of air sacs. His phalanges pull in and out again, clenching into loose fists and then - back out. His smile is a fixed rictus, just the same as the monster from which his mold has been cast. The lights buried in his eyesockets glint coolly as he takes it all in - the rock of the walls and ceiling, the light of hte lamps, the staleness of the air.

He rolls his shoulders smoothly.

Tangibility. Weight. Resonance. What a beautiful fucking thing.

For a time, anyway.

He ambles about the city for a time. There's no visible difference between him and the Sans you might know. He smiles, he nods, he's pleasant. He stops to peruse the shops, and passes by the garage full of mopeds. There's no real obvious changes to any one thing as he passes, and he sure don't stop and loiter about long enough for him to have done anything but - you might notice a few changes. Maybe the bolts and bits of your moped are a mite loose, and kicking it to life will cause it to fall apart on the spot. Maybe that can of food you just picked up from one of the shops has had holes pocked through the bottom, causing its contents to leak out all over the shelves. Maybe a few cobblestones have been loosened to trip you up in the streets, or a shelf in a shop is rigged to topple the instant you pick an item off of it.

But it's probably nothing, right? Just a...coincidence.

Sans is a nice guy. He wouldn't put people in harm's way like that.

Right?]

1/19 - 1/21; FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT; you can't deny the prize, it may never fulfill you

His time here is limited. That much is pretty damn clear. In only a few days, he'll cease to have ever happened; a footnote in somebody else's story. And, heh, while the regular ol' Sans might be content with that, this Sans certainly ain't. He'll live forever, one way or another. He'll preserve his legacy.

It's just a way of making sure that people know what good old Sans is really capable of. The monster in question is doin' a real good job of avoiding himself. Afraid of what he'd find, most likely. Or maybe he knows that he wouldn't be able to stand to look at himself for longer than five seconds. Always hates what he sees in a mirror, that Sans. Too many flaws and not enough motivation to a damn thing about 'em.

So the next step, obviously, would be to lure the guy outta hiding.

He waits in a secluded corner of the city and waits for someone to pass by. Anybody, really, he ain't picky. Just take it one at a time, that's all he asks. And should someone be coming his way all alone, he'll tip his skull in greeting, smile patiently, talk 'em through their concerns that he might be the evil clone. It's doubtful that'll work, but that's just fine.

He's not looking for conversation.

[ooc: Sans's Double will be raring for a fight with this prompt. As his cast has dibs on actually killing him, I ask that you only pick this prompt if you're eager for your character to get Dunked. Though since this Sans has a good deal more than 1 HP, you're free to land a few hits.]

1/22; double trouble; the odds will betray you and i will replace you

By the time the real Sans drags himself outta his miserable little hole to check up on the stirrer of the chaos, the causer of the ruckus, the inciter of scurries, it's already approaching the End. That's all right, though. It's excusable. He's lazy. It's one of the defining points of a Sans.

He kicks a pebble across the ground with the toe of a slippershod foot and watches it clatter over the rock, his smile nothing short of utterly neutral.

"So this is me." For the first time, he appraises his double with an upraised supraorbital ridge. "A LOVE-hungry killer bent on destruction."

"You don't sound surprised." The words rumble in his doppelganger's lack of a throat, and his grin approximates a sneer.

"Why should I be?" A weary lift of Sans's shoulders, and he chuckles. "Always figured that's why a guy like me doesn't have it in him to give a damn. Why a guy like me takes it easy."

"You always take it easy." The admonishment should be laden with disgust, but it emerges lightly, like dispensing criticism upon an amateur writer for using too many semicolons.

"Yeah." The pair of skeletons eye each other warily. Sans smiles. And he smiles. "But it was always my choice to. Shit choice, sure, but at least it wasn't 'cause I couldn't."

His clone doesn't reply. There's the faintest stir of a spark in his gaze, a glint of something akin to a cold fury, but it dissipates in the same moment it forms. There's all matter of LOVE caked about his SOUL. He don't have to think about something like that. He's above that. But Sans reads it well enough, and they both know it.

He could judge him, but it'd just be redundant.

"LV 19," says Sans, the real Sans, heavily. "You've been busy."

"So you know what comes next," says the other. The words are conversational, almost companionable, as easily as if they might be discussing the weather. It is, after all - a beautiful day outside. There's no birds about, and certainly no flowers, but both of 'em know that, statistically, there's bound to be birdsong trilling out there somewhere, a few petals opening themselves to a sun's warming rays. There's bound to be a world where a Sans grins beside a Frisk who's surrounded by their friends, living happily on the surface, contented and unafraid.

"Yeah," says Sans.

"Only one monster in the Underground takes you to 20."

"Yeah," says Sans.

His eyesockets slip closed.

It's a beautiful day outside.

And with the charging roar of a Blaster and the bright span of bones springing into existence, the space between them erupts.

[ooc: This last prompt is a two-for-one deal. Characters can try and intervene, cheer from the sidelines, place bets, whatever you like!]

1/23 - 1/24; the real sans; if you take a life do you know what you'll give

[All right, all right. So he's maybe - maybe slightly concerned at this juncture. He was lucky enough to get outta that first confrontation with his life, and there's no guarantee that his double hasn't already gutted a few unlucky bastards.

He's gotta find him and cut him off before he does anything worse. It ain't like anybody he knows is handling this any better but god damn - he hopes voting Confusion in was worth it, that's all he can say.

Sans blips through the city with a remarkable speed and alacrity, popping into shops, houses, checking every inch of the place he can in search of his cruel, LOVE-happy self. Hope you haven't run into the asshole in the meantime and assumed that the real Sans is subsequently out to get ya, 'cause that would be real unfortunate for the skeleton with 1 HP. Just a real awful, terrible, no good thing.]

wildcard; try to hide your hand, forget how to feel

[ooc: Not a fan of the prompts? Hit me with whatever you like! I'll match prose or brackets, either one. Questions and concerns? Hit me at arcaneswearwords on AIM or over at arrpee or with a PM and let's discuss!]

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[Chara has been wandering, in search of Frisk and Asriel. They know a little about the doubles by this point but it was more concerning that there was another them here in Hadriel. Once they figured that out then all bets were off and they dived into the city to find their Partner and Best Friend.

Chara was bad on a good day. Things may have changed in Hadriel somewhat but at the end of the day they were still a LV 20 demon. What could be worse than that...? Another them, or something....more. Chara didn't know what that could entail and

~~They wanted to know.~~

They didn't want to know.

...moving on. They had been running as fast as they could, so focused on their goal that Chara nearly missed Sans. Chara skids to a stop but the doubles are fresh in their minds.

* You equip the Real Knife.]

Sans.

[It's clear that they're being cautious. Can you blame them?]

[There's no real distinct difference between the two of 'em. He smiles, sure, but the real Sans always smiles. He catches the glint of red at the kid's side when they draw near, and his smile almost widens.

Almost.

He keeps his hands in his pockets as he leans up against the wall, one socket winking shut as he appraises 'em evenly.]

You in a rush, kiddo?

[They appraises him as well. Sans was someone that was hard to get a bead on, they said as much to their Partner. They had a few pleasant conversations but that didn't mean Sans would suddenly trust Chara after everything that happened in the Underground. They'd drop dead on the spot if he said Papyrus could be left alone with them in a locked room, for example, without him around.

But that all said, he does seem normal enough for Sans. His smile is normal but, you know, skeleton, so that's not exactly a clear cut answer. It's not enough for Chara to put away the Knife just yet anyway.]

I am looking for Frisk and Asriel. It seems the Gods are up to something again. Have you seen them?

[The double probably knows Chara is smart enough to not fall for a "They're right here in this dark, creepy alleyway." trick, so be creative.]

[Oh, sure, Chara's cunning. Plenty clever, for a kid. But here's the thing about Chara, and about the LOVE they've gathered in their SOUL. It don't make them immune to anything. Why, someone's just gotta hit where it really hurts.

And a guy like him? Heh, he don't even need bones and blasters to do it.

For a kid who's bent on shaping themself up to something impervious, they left a lotta weak spots in their armor. A lotta chinks for the ugly truths and knowing words to wriggle their way in.]

Haven't seen 'em around, nah.

[That ain't strictly speaking a lie. He eyes 'em from under hooded sockets, neutrally.]

What's up?

[Despite the awful punning together, Frisk's last text to Chara about Sans didn't sell them on the idea that everything was 100% sunshine and rainbows. It wouldn't be the first time Chara wondered what things would have been like if Frisk had shown up first...and then remembered that Sans knew anyway.

Not a productive thought. But they do relax a little bit. Knife's still staying, however, but so far Chara hasn't caught on - or was given a reason to use it. But if Sans said he hadn't, then it was likely he hadn't. He probably had more than an idea of how important Frisk and Asriel were to Chara, by now.

Getting friendly with someone sure made those weak spots worse, didn't they?]

It seems people have been given another one of themselves. I'm not sure of their exact nature, but I wish to keep an eye on Frisk and Asriel just in case.

[Reasonable, yes?]

[Smart little shit, ain't they? Figured it out right quick. Sans scratches at his cervical vertebrae, the very picture of indolence, as he considers the kid carefully. They're suspicious. Rightfully so. But you don't need a weapon to score a hit, and you don't need knives to cut.]

And what if you're too late?

[Said evenly, plainly, as nicely as one would inquire about the weather.]

[They'd have to be. There's no way they'd survive otherwise.

It is a little out of character for Sans to ask that, but it's not the first time he's asked Chara questions that dug a little deep. Like ones questioning why a kid would go after LOVE in the first place even knowing what it stood for and how exactly one goes about getting it.

Chara's reply is likely what's being expected.]

I won't be. They are smart enough to stay out of trouble until I get there. You should worry about Papyrus, however.

[Because he's nice enough to just walk up to them and Chara still isn't completely sure every single one of them is or isn't out for blood.]

[His supraorbital ridges shift upward, gliding in a motion that approximates the skeptical lift of an eyebrow. Truth be told, Papyrus is simply next on the list. So they ain't exactly wrong there.

That's funny. That's hilarious.]

That's what you think, huh?

[And that's when he starts to laugh. It starts out innocent enough, just a joking little chuckle. But it's the words that snap out after that underscore just how deep he plans to cut.]

'Cause you just got such a great track record with the both of 'em, don't ya?

[Another laugh, and this time the edges of it curl until it emerges a sneer.]

No wonder your brother kicked it so early, with you lookin' after him.

[Right now it doesn't quite feel like a blade. It's more like a slap across the face, a little more than those moments Frisk had with Sans where a spotlight shone down on them.

It's toeing a line. If Chara had to put every single card on the table, that moment when Sans seemed to turn on a dime from a friendly skeleton to something more frightening and uttered the words "You'd be dead where you stand.", did more than just scare them.
Chara had experienced that before. It terrified them.
But it's enough to clue Chara in to who this "Sans" was. If he was going to insult them, then he'd be a bit more subtle. So force all of this down. Unproductive.

Their grip on the Real Knife doubles as Chara takes a step back, their face perfectly blank. Getting out of rage was useless given the nature of Sans's attacks but they wanted to be out of arm's reach.]

I'm guessing you are not the real Sans then.

Slow on the uptake, aren't you?

[His tone immediately deepens, saturated with something you'd be hard-pressed to hear in the real Sans's voice: pleasure, clear and cold and genuine. They adjust their stance, they look at him warily, and their expression - closes. Trying, trying, trying to be that impenetrable force.

But that's the thing, ain't it? LOVE is never enough. Not enough to drain it all away. It dilutes how you feel, sure, but in order to really ride that one out, you have to do a little better than THAT. You have to cut away all of it. Everything. Every inch, every mile.

You have to be goddamned ruthless.

And oh, yeah. He's gonna love every inch of this.]

I dunno what's funnier; the fact that you're been gettin' all buddy-buddy with that old bag of bones, or the fact that you actually believe it means anything.

[That's the set-up. You ready for the punchline?]

You'd think everyone's learned by now, what happens to the people you claim to love.

[To hear Sans actually happy was something Chara thought would only happen if both them and Frisk didn't exist and Papyrus was around. In whatever Sans would view as his own Happy Ending could he be genuinely happy.

But this is a twist to it that's more than just ugly. Sans was a lot of things, a lazy skeleton who told horrible jokes, who took them out for dinner, who made a joke out of Frisk's deaths and added many more. But Chara could not picture him enjoying someone suffering. Despite everything he did, they doubted it was out of some sick amusement.

So all of these feelings...back down, ERASE, it's unproductive. You can acknowledge the use of the red with a tilt of your head because it doesn't mean that. It can't mean that.

Their own armor was flimsy, but it was yet to crack. Still, the knuckles of the hand holding the Real Knife were whitening.]

Perhaps I was under the impression that a double of Sans would be even lazier and tell worse jokes. As for my relationship with the real one, me not yet attempting to kill him doesn't mean I believe we're friends.

[And they refuse to acknowledge the punchline of all of this.]

[He laughs, a hearty, throaty chuckle, and taps the side of his skull with a phalanx.]

You forget, kiddo. I got every memory he does. And that's the saddest damn thing, y'know?

[He shakes his skull in mock dismay.]

The lazybones actually cares about you. He gives a damn. Thinks that maybe, somewhere in that rotten little black tumor you call a heart - there's a thing worth saving.

[He knows, of course. He knows that they know, too, that there's not a thing he's saying that they haven't already told themself. And that's what makes this all the sweeter, in its own way. They can deny it all they like. He knows what's locked up behind a flippant attitude.

It's a toxic, venomous thing, and it's precisely the reaction he's been waiting for, the chance to finally look to the child who trembles, scared, who hides behind red eyes and a wide, wide smile, pretends they've got an ounce of control over a world that gave them none, and inquire as to whether there was ever one thing in their life that wasn't hurt just for having them there.

No?

That's what he thought.]

But that's the kicker, see. That's the punchline.

[One day they'll look back at this, and laugh. And laugh. Because, damn, isn't this just hilarious. Isn't this just the cherry on the sundae, the grand topper on the long, long litany of reasons as to why this has gone on as long as it did, this awkward steppin' around, this truce, this false friendship the pair of 'em had going on.

Laugh with him, Chara. 'Cause this, this right here?

This is what we call the height of comedy.]

You actually believed it.

It is Sans's choice who he chooses to be friends with. And if you do possess his memories then you should know he does not trust me one bit.

[They know saying that is not likely to win this...conversation. While the trust bit is probably true it wasn't a stellar comeback.

Or that he was wrong . LOVE gave a kind of clarity that you couldn't escape from.

It was one thing to be a kid who climbed a mountain. But what did it say about the one who killed others?]

If there is a point to this conversation tell me. Otherwise I will be leaving.

[Words will not break them. Not this time.]

[You sure about that, kiddo? 'Cause that's the thing about opening yourself to someone else. It gives you a little light, a little spark.

It gives you HoPe.

And just like that, it can all be snatched away.]

I ain't gonna lie to you, kid. Hell, I don't have to.

[He knows full well that they don't have a leg to stand on where Sans is concerned. Too much time has elapsed for that. Too much has happened since then.]

Funny you should say that.

A guy who don't trust a kid one bit...is that the kinda guy that talks 'em back into reality, twice over? Is that the kinda guy who turns to 'em when he don't know where else to turn?

[Time to do a bit of SOUL-searching, Chara. Think real, real hard about the nature of what he's said to ya, and how the Game has changed. Think real hard about the guy who sat there while you raised a Knife above your head, and waited for you to make the right decision.

Do you think even the worst person can change, if they just try?

It's a beautiful day out.]

Is that the kinda guy who leaves a little gift for the thing that's killed him - not just outta some sense of obligation, but because he actually thinks that he cares about you?

[Well?

You don't think that, despite everything, he's grown to chara-bout you?]

[Sans is....

The one who made a joke about Frisk's death and told them they'd be dead where they stood if a lady hadn't made him promise to look out for them. The one who judged them, told them that they were basically irredeemable if they so much as killed a single Monster even if it was an accident or because they didn't know better. Did as one would expect a child when attacked by beings they knew nothing about. The one who killed them countless times and turned their own MERCY against them. Who they killed.

Sans is...

The one who took Frisk out to lunch and dinner. Who impressed upon them the nature of their actions here in Hadriel. Who helped Chara get to their home in order to find Frisk during the zombie invasion. Who talked them back to reality twice when he didn't have to, when they found that page and when their LOVE bounced between nothing and everything. Who, despite his own well-deserved dislike of them, made an effort to get to know Chara as a child rather than A2. Who gave them a healing item when he didn't have to, shared stupid jokes and let Chara nail him with water balloons.

So.

Where do you think you stand with him Chara? Love or LOVE?

....please don't think about this anymore.]

Congratulations. [They can't stop the way it grinds out, injected with as much sarcasm they can manage.] You know that he does hold some level of affection for me. Perhaps I am waiting for the most opportune moment before I take him on again?

[They know how to wait for moments like that, even if the thought makes Chara sick as they remember Toriel. She had never laughed like that before.]

And I just said I wouldn't lie to ya. Seems pretty discourteous not to show me the same manners.

[You think he believes any of that tripe you're feeding him? Yeah, you've done a real baller job showing how little you give a damn about this sack of lazy trash. You pepper each other with water balloons, and make stupid jokes, and you come away with...

Well, we don't use the term "friends" lightly, do we?]

That opportune moment's come and gone. And come. And gone. And it keeps coming and keeps going, and you don't do a damn thing.

[A Knife rises above their head, and then clatters emptily to the ground. He waits for 'em to take the shot, and they never do. He waits for 'em to carve him in two all over again, and they never do.

So that's where we're at now. Chara, once more damned by their own actions.

But they only got themself to blame, don't they? They always do.]

Now. Can y'blame me for wondering why that is?

[They move away from people who once tried to kill each other to something much different. Again, there are likely things they'd never forgive each other for. Chara for killing Papyrus and Sans for the whole photos incident, for example.

But again, Chara cannot deflect the double's remarks without being made a liar. And they're not supposed to lie. They have had plenty of times to kill Sans. When he grabbed their sleeve to teleport, when his powers went out of control during Confusion's entrance and he was lying in the dirt...the list goes on. Hell, Chara knew where he and Papyrus lived. Sneaking in and killing Sans in his sleep, while it wouldn't be easy, wasn't flat out impossible.

"So going to try again?" a little voice asks in the back of their mind and their jaw works as Chara silences it. It doesn't matter.]

If this is your idea of manners then you need some improvements. Why does it matter so much to you? It sounds like you do not think to much about the real Sans but your interest in his relationships boarder on creepy.

[If you can't counter, deflect. Turn it around to something else.]

[If you can't counter, deflect.

The laughter that peels its way out of his lack of an esophagus is jagged and ugly, a mockery of itself even as it rings across the space between them.]

C'mon, kid. And here I thought I was supposed to be the lazy one.

How 'bout we call it...conflict of interest? Yeah. That's just about right.

[He closes one socket down in a cheeky wink.]

But I'm losin' my point here. And there is a point, I promise ya that.

First, though, I want ya to take a little look at who it is you're talkin' to.

[Go on, kiddo. Give him an appraising look-see. Sneak a peek, why don't you? Perform that * Check you're oh so very proud of, and see how high his LOVE has climbed. Have a good, solid think about how many humans he's killed to make something like that happen. Go on, really. He'll wait.

Unlike that sorry excuse for a skeleton who parades around like the moralizing, self-righteous prick he is? Heh, this Sans has a reason for the wasteland that is his SOUL. He's got a reason to persist the way he does, and he's got a reason, a real, genuine reason - to take one good look at a demon and figure that they're not worth scraping off the bottom of his shoe.

But it's better like that, ain't it?

Unless, of course, you fail to hold that LOVE to yourself, and something slips through the cracks here and again.

How 'bout that, Chara?]

[It takes a second for it to click. * Check. He means * Check. Why that...? They know what he is...

* CHECK

SANS ATK ? DEF ? The]

[* The strongest * He's * How many was it how many was it how many was it how many was it how many was it how many was it oh god no no no * He ̕can̡'̶t ̷b̶e ̴like͠ t̶he̷m he c̶ań'̸t b̷e͟ ̴i͟f ͜t̷here ͞we͡r҉e͜ t͜wo̧ ͟p͞e͜op̨l̢e iǹ ̶this͟ ͠w͞o̢ŕl͡d́ ͝th́a̕t ̕shơuļd ̸n̕ot ̀c͏o̵ll͡e͜ct͡ L̶ÒV͢E͡ i̷t͠'̶s ̵Fri̵sk̡ ͠a̧nd̸ Sàns͠.͏ ̸Oh̨ ̵n҉o.͝ ̨Nơnóno͟no͠.̛]

* There is something very wrong.

[There's nothing fancy they can say to this. Even the red is unintentional, just slips out with the shock that's clear on their face.]

What did you do...?

[It's obvious. Chara knows it is. But it was that much of a shock to see those numbers there.

LV 19. Sans's double was LV 19.]

[Bing. Achievement unlocked.

Aren't you proud of yourself?

It's a damn thing of beauty, ain't it, to know that even with all this, even with all this shit gummed up in their SOUL and blackening their heart - they ain't even really the most depraved thing out there, huh?

He grins, and it's goddamned mirthless.]

So I've gotta question for ya.

[Not the one you might be thinking of, so don't worry. We ain't treading back over that old chestnut of a script again. There's always an emptiness behind that smile of Sans's, but now? Heh, right now it's more than just empty.

It's full of LOVE.]

Why is it that all the LOVE in the world ain't enough for you to shut it all off?

[Why is it that all the LOVE available to them makes them hesitate, and then fail to strike when a target presents itself to them, crawling and sweating buckets in the dirt?

Why is that?]

2 - let's knuckle down and ruin everything =)

too much enjoy ment has been had-riel

well it was cute while it lasted

judgment day is upon us

It's a horrible day outside

flowers are singing, birds are blooming

on days like these, people like us...

should be crying over a pint of ice cream

way ahead of you buddy [small cw for child abuse]

cw for manipulation and shit w e l p

SHITSTICKS D:

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2/3 i lied

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