2020-05-01 1:32:00 ¶ ●

## Day 6: Husky by Mercy-Monster on DeviantArt

Sometimes caution isn’t good enough.

2020-05-04 0:40:04 ¶ ●

## Day 7: Enchanted by Mercy-Monster on DeviantArt

All have a place in Ragel’s kingdom

2020-05-04 1:31:39 ¶ ●

## Day 8: Frail by Mercy-Monster on DeviantArt

What have you done

2020-05-10 3:35:03 ¶ ●

## Day 9: Swing by Mercy-Monster on DeviantArt

Even in the worst of times, there can be joy.

2020-05-10 22:55:38 ¶ ●

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Aliza, I dare u to poke your dad.

Aliza snickered, covering her mouth with her palm, before leaning across the couch and, very gently, poking the tip of her finger into the void of her napping father’s stomach.

She jumped in surprise when the motion was rewarded with a loud, crude farting sound.
Sans chuckled at her surprise, cracking his whole socket open to peer at her. He lifted the edge of his jacket as he did, and a compressed whoopie cushion fell from inside and onto the couch between them.

“gotta wake up a little earlier than that to get one over on me, precious.”

2020-05-11 0:01:30 ¶ ●

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Hey Aluza what do you think of your dads head "wound" and has he told you how he got it?

Aliza sent a glance to her father’s profile covertly, looking away again very quickly.
“He… that’s a touchy subject. He gets really angry, when anyone brings it up or if something gets caught in it and makes it hurt. He has to go to the basement for awhile, after. …all he’s told me is that a friend did it to him, and he’d be more than willing to… um. Erciprotate. …I don’t know that word, but he broke the table when he said it, so I have to guess it’s not nice.”

2020-05-14 16:02:03 ¶ ●

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He Aliza what do you think of your grandmother and what does Sans thinknoff her?

Aliza shrugs stiffly, looking down to the toes of her shoes.

“She was sick. I don’t think she meant to be so mean to me… She took care of me the best she could.”

Sans scoffed, in the background.

“she beat you, didn’t feed you or clothe you, and refused to teach you anything. bitch can rot in a hole.”

“Daddy!!”

“sorry, honey.”

He doesn’t sound like he is.

2020-05-15 20:45:13 ¶ ●

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Hey sans, papyrus, and aliza. do u know or remember who gaster is?

Sans expression freezes on his face, his smile stiff and cold, but neither of his housemates seem perturbed.

Papyrus strokes his mandible in thought, humming and smearing what can only be blood across the bone.

“THE NAME IS FAMILIAR, BUT I SIMPLY CANNOT PLACE IT, ANONYMOUS HUMAN WITH VERY FLATTERING SUNGLASSES!”

Aliza seems of the same sentiment, fetching a tattered but clean rag from the sink and stretching up on her toes to wipe her uncle’s face clean.

“I don’t think so either… I don’t remember seeing the name in mama’s journal. Were they a monster? Probably gone now…”

Sans coughs meaningfully, glaring at you. He shoos Papyrus back to his cooking, taking the rag from Aliza and wiping the counter clean idly, almost like he’s searching for something to do with his hands.

“gone for good. so there’s no need to talk about him.”

“But… they wanted to know-”

“he’s dead. that’s all there is to it.”

2020-05-15 21:37:23 ¶ ●

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I have a question for sans and Aliza. Has Aliza ever had a nightmare with sans in it? If she did could she tell us a little bit of what happened in that nightmare?

“if she has, she’s never told me,” he mused, rolling his gaze over to his suddenly very quiet and shifty-looking daughter. He quiets, face falling.

“…i assume that’s a yes. you don’t have to talk about it, honey.”

She sniffled, reaching out silently and plaintively, and buried herself under his arm when he opened them to her, hugging his chest and shivering.

“I-it was… after I tried to run away…”

His expression creased with guilt, his whole socket shuttering and his hands rising to hold her close.

“i’m so sorry, aliza.”

She didn’t respond, but leaned her head against his chest trustingly, more telling than any words she could say.

2020-05-15 21:45:27 ¶ ●

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*Throws a banana at sans and runs away*

Sans catches the fruit reflexively, puzzled by its sudden appearance. There’s something he doesn’t like about it… but he shrugs his shoulders, stands from his seat on the porch, and shuffles into the house.

“hey precious, found somethin’ pretty ap-peel-ing for you.”

2020-05-15 21:55:12 ¶ ●

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Hey aliza if you could would you play charades with your dad. Or have you

“Chahh… rad… aees? What’s that. A game?! I like games!” she crows, pulling her father’s sleeve eagerly, and Sans huffs out a chuckle, looking over her shoulder at the request.

“pronounced sher-aides, precious. it’s a game where one person acts out a word, without speaking, and the others have two minutes to guess what it is. wanna try it? pap used to love playing,” he commented, attempting to smooth down a stubborn lock of hair on the top of her head while she bounced in place eagerly.

“Oh yes please~”

2020-05-31 19:06:04 ¶ ●

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I know this is danger for me but ima just Act-hug

*miss*

Sans watches your hug fly by aimlessly, letting out a cool chuckle.

“you’ve never used the battle screen before, have you kid. you gotta be more specific than that.”