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[No matter who you are or where you are, if you're walking around...just about anywhere on campus, you're likely to find a skeleton. However, what he'll be doing when you find him depends solely on the time of day.

Maybe you'll find him sleeping somewhere. Anywhere. Even places that don't make logical sense. As long as his body can fit, bam. Done deal.

Perhaps he's standing on a milk crate, holding onto a lint roller and cracking some absolutely terrible jokes to anyone who walks by.

Or he could have a booth set up. Looks kinda like the kind you'd see a sentry having. However, instead of guarding something...he's selling hot dogs? Or hot cats, if that's more your style.]

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I do indeed. Your shortcuts seem to cut through space-time It's quite interesting.

Well. Okay, I'll try your... What are these things made of again?

You haven't met my brother Char yet. You'll learn fast. Be careful where you fall asleep.

[No, it's totally supposed to be funny. Even Sans is chuckling a little himself.]

* to be fair, they do say the customer is always right.

* unless they're wrong. but 60 sounds good to me. you want any condiments with them?

* you're pretty interesting yourself.

* typically humans aren't really aware of magic. they haven't been for a while. unless you aren't human?

[Because for all intents and purposes, she looks pretty human. Except her eyes aren't closed. Weird...]

* water sausages. they go really good with ketchup. though if i want my stand to be a real wiener, i better go hunting for some regular 'dogs.

* that right? your bro sounds like a pretty funny guy.

* tibia honest, i'm not really sure myself.

* it's just the way i've always been, ya know? though considering monster biology, it's probably magic.

* oh. you mean sonny?

* yeah. he stopped by earlier. really brightened my day.

[He might move around, but that seems like it'd take a lot of effort. So when Grillby returns, Sans will be sleeping right where he was before. Everything else seems normal, but when the bartender goes to take a few steps forward...let's just say, somehow, some weirdo managed to put a whoopee cushion right where he was going to step.

Nevermind that it wasn't there before.]

I assure you, I am human. Although more now, perhaps, than I once was.

And what of you? You resemble a Dry Bones, although I've never seen a human-shaped Dry Bones before. If you don't mind my asking.

Yeah, you'd better. Though with how messed up the city and academy are, that'd be a bit tough right now.

He's great. Crass, but not like I'm much better! You know how brothers are.

* do i ever. i've got a little bro of my own.

* his name's papyrus. basically the coolest brother on the planet.

Yeah? I'd love to meet him. Though I doubt he's as cool as MY brothers. Maybe close.

* what, me? i was just born this way.

* or hatched this way.

* or delivered by a stork this way. not too sure myself, honestly.

[She laughed softly.] I see.

I've never met someone like you before. I'd love to learn more about you.

* he'll probably show up here soon. i plan on telling him all about this place.

* and no offense to any of your bros, but they'll be lucky if they're half as cool as him. he's just that cool.

Heh. We'll see about that, little dude. May the best bro win.

[...... Eheheh.
Sans is up to his old tricks again.

Grillby chuckles, a warm and wispy laugh that seems to drift through the air like a lazy summer wind. He picks up the whoopee cushion, undaunted, and moves to place the blanket over Sans regardless.]

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* well you can ask me whatever you want, but i can't promise i'll know the answer.

* or if i'll answer at all.

* s'nothing personal.

* i'm confident it'll be my very brown.

[It doesn't translate well into text, but basically he's making a shitty pun of bro + own.]

[The blanket falls unceremoniously atop Sans's (supposedly) sleeping form. A few moments pass, and then...]

* hey.

* who turned out the lights?

................ you fell asleep.

[Ah, there's the quiet, wispy voice of the fiery bartender right there. Who the hell knows how he got up here. it is a mystery. Well, same situation with everyone else who resides in the mansion.]

Oh yeah? Well, prepare to be browned.

[Did you even know who you were talking to Sans. Miss enigmatic.]

No offense taken. I understand. Although perhaps you might start by telling me where you're from?

[Everyone has skeletons in their closet.

Except Papyrus. Unless he's in his own closet.]

* the underground. snowdin, specifically.

* we'll see. this isn't his first brodeo.

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