Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: VANDALISM IN PROGRESS Instrument: TROMBONE Fame Lvl: 0 Current MP: 0
Short Description: ► Sans is a trom-BONER lol. jk I'll do this properly soon. (though it would be in the spirit of Sans not to.)
Regains So Far: ► MODERATE SPACE-TIME MANIPULATION: He can teleport himself around the city, and also teleport other people and objects within range of sight.
[There is something emphatic about it, but not because Greg's question was stupid. Far from. It doesn't seem like there could be such a thing as a stupid question with so many possibilities at play.
But no. Even if he doesn't know the details, he knows, instinctually, that him not being able to time travel was the whole problem. Or part of it, anyway.]
But someone else was.
[His gaze stays on the ceiling, lost in thought.]
I remembered something earlier - me talking to someone about timelines. About how I knew that they'd been shifting because I'd been studying the phenomenon - some kind of anomaly, I called it. And about how...they were just going to get reset back to a certain point. Over and over. And only me and the...the kid I was talking to about it knew. Because it was their fault.
[ Greg still can't believe he's having this conversation in complete seriousness. It's something they used to joke about, but now it feels like the most deadly important, deeply real subject they've ever gone over. And they were talking about the morality of murder a couple minutes ago.
Perhaps it's the realization of how very real his all is--even if it's all theorizing, Greg's seen too much to think of it as anything but real--that's making it harder to keep up with something he spoke of so lightly before. There's a pressure to try and get it right, and Greg doesn't know if he can.
But he does pick up on one connecting thread of Sans', loud and clear. ]
[He closes his eyes. It's hard to say if the kid is just that important to his life over all, or if they were just pivotal to certain key events. There just isn't enough context for it all. How much information is he even missing? Either way, they are apparently quite memorable, in more than once sense.]
Finally explains why I have such variable opinions of them. I feel like how much of a fucker they felt like being was the major cause of the discrepancies between each timeline.
But you're still getting memories from those different timelines.
[ Does this feed into the theory that they're getting some sort of memory feedback between dimensions? Or is it something even more special to Sans? In either case, it only brings up more questions than it solves. Greg scratches as his hair, blowing out a long exhale. ]
Well. If I can say... I dunno about any of the rest of it. It all sounds really messed up. But being some sort of... time... scientist... still sounds pretty badass.
[Sans slowly sits up, a bewildered grin on his face. Definitely grinning, though - what a silly comment. Charmingly, so. Considering it all, it had felt almost normal, and hearing Greg comment on it somehow puts that into perspective.
He laughs, in a good-natured way. He feels like he needed that, at the moment.]
Don't it ever, though? [He leans back, his arms crossed behind his head, smiling.] Some kind of wizard, too, from the looks of things.
Nah, I'm envisioning like... posing in front of a wormhole, wearing a tattered lab coat and a bandolier full of volatile beakers and test tubes, and like... some cool fire effect on your hands, probably...
[ Look out, he's absolutely getting way into this. Totally creating some tumblr fanart in his head. ]
Well he's peer-reviewed, baby So don't cross the line, The only way to shake him is to Run through time!
[As far as he knows there are no cool flame effects on his hands in reality, but he doesn't have the heart to break that to Greg now. Having a heavy metal artist make up a song about your theoretical magic persona is just inherently the best already.]
Wow. You really know how to cheer a guy up.
[It's said in the usual way Sans says things but it's actually super sincere.]
[ Hey, when it comes to metal, how cool a thing could be always outranks the facts. Until Sans specifies otherwise, Greg's going to hear "wizard" and go to "fireballs."
He gives a laugh--a smaller one than he might have a few days ago, but more genuine than any he's done recently. ]
What's the point of music, if it can't do that much?
[Hey, man, Sans'll take it. Fireballs are a lot easier to explain than whatever the hell is going on with those floating dog skeletons shooting lasers all over the place.
[He finds it interesting that Greg is suggesting that doing music primarily for the money is a crime worthy of death, but as he's pretty sure that Greg is just being a doofus, he doesn't question him on it. As if Greg would ever earnestly consider anyone deserving of death - except maybe himself, actually. Sheesh. What a guy.]
Metal as hell I can do. Or I could...if that was actually me. Not so much anymore. Really makes you wonder, huh. Whatever this is, it must take all kinds.
[ Less the simple act of being in it for the money, and more the implication that he personally would be changed enough to value fortune over fun. He's exaggerating to keep things more light, but... that talk with Blanche is still ringing in his ears. ]
This place was a pretty motley crew before weird dimension stuff figured into it. Stardom really does take things to extremes.
[Talking with Blanche seems like a losing proposition. Sans is glad to stay out of it. Being a nobody seems favorable to being a favorite at this point.
Sans stares at Greg thoughtfully for a few long moments, contemplating something unseen. Then, he sits up and lifts his arms invitingly.]
Hey. You were hoping for an awkward bro hug out of this, weren'tcha?
[ Greg stares at Sans a moment, blinking, before a grin breaks over his face. It's tired, but relieved. He hesitates none before pulling his buddy into a big hug. ]
You don't get to complain, now.
[ Maybe it's awkward for Sans, but man Greg really needed this. ]
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[There is something emphatic about it, but not because Greg's question was stupid. Far from. It doesn't seem like there could be such a thing as a stupid question with so many possibilities at play.
But no. Even if he doesn't know the details, he knows, instinctually, that him not being able to time travel was the whole problem. Or part of it, anyway.]
But someone else was.
[His gaze stays on the ceiling, lost in thought.]
I remembered something earlier - me talking to someone about timelines. About how I knew that they'd been shifting because I'd been studying the phenomenon - some kind of anomaly, I called it. And about how...they were just going to get reset back to a certain point. Over and over. And only me and the...the kid I was talking to about it knew. Because it was their fault.
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Perhaps it's the realization of how very real his all is--even if it's all theorizing, Greg's seen too much to think of it as anything but real--that's making it harder to keep up with something he spoke of so lightly before. There's a pressure to try and get it right, and Greg doesn't know if he can.
But he does pick up on one connecting thread of Sans', loud and clear. ]
This is the same kid, huh?
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[He closes his eyes. It's hard to say if the kid is just that important to his life over all, or if they were just pivotal to certain key events. There just isn't enough context for it all. How much information is he even missing? Either way, they are apparently quite memorable, in more than once sense.]
Finally explains why I have such variable opinions of them. I feel like how much of a fucker they felt like being was the major cause of the discrepancies between each timeline.
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[ Does this feed into the theory that they're getting some sort of memory feedback between dimensions? Or is it something even more special to Sans? In either case, it only brings up more questions than it solves. Greg scratches as his hair, blowing out a long exhale. ]
Well. If I can say... I dunno about any of the rest of it. It all sounds really messed up. But being some sort of... time... scientist... still sounds pretty badass.
[ So you've got that going for you. ]
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He laughs, in a good-natured way. He feels like he needed that, at the moment.]
Don't it ever, though? [He leans back, his arms crossed behind his head, smiling.] Some kind of wizard, too, from the looks of things.
[A very talented doomed time loop man indeed.]
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[ Greg crosses his arms squints at him, making a big show of how dubious he is. ]
Sans, buddy. I might have to make another EP about you.
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He is extremely amused.]
Hey, as long as you don't draw any of those fantasy cheesecake art pieces of me, you have my permission.
[You are invited to imagine a cheesecake style poster of Sans - except no, fandom has already done that I'm sure.]
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[ Look out, he's absolutely getting way into this.
Totally creating some tumblr fanart in his head.]Well he's peer-reviewed, baby
So don't cross the line,
The only way to shake him is to
Run through time!
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Wow. You really know how to cheer a guy up.
[It's said in the usual way Sans says things but it's actually super sincere.]
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He gives a laugh--a smaller one than he might have a few days ago, but more genuine than any he's done recently. ]
What's the point of music, if it can't do that much?
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His grin becomes a little more ironic.]
Making a hell-load of cash, apparently.
[The look softens again, thoughtfully.]
But, hey. I like your version better.
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[ It's not entirely clear if it's a mock-serious tone, or a genuine sternness. ]
If I ever start putting the money before the fun, I need you to take me out. Make it quick.
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[He winks.]
You're sending me mixed messages, bro.
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Metal as hell I can do. Or I could...if that was actually me. Not so much anymore. Really makes you wonder, huh. Whatever this is, it must take all kinds.
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This place was a pretty motley crew before weird dimension stuff figured into it. Stardom really does take things to extremes.
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[Talking with Blanche seems like a losing proposition. Sans is glad to stay out of it. Being a nobody seems favorable to being a favorite at this point.
Sans stares at Greg thoughtfully for a few long moments, contemplating something unseen. Then, he sits up and lifts his arms invitingly.]
Hey. You were hoping for an awkward bro hug out of this, weren'tcha?
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You don't get to complain, now.
[ Maybe it's awkward for Sans, but man Greg really needed this. ]
Thanks.