May 2020

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.”

Sans have you ever yelled at Aliza?

Sans lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. He sends a glance to where his daughter is sitting at the kitchen table, tongue between her teeth as she scribbles on the paper of simple spelling words he’s given her to work on.

“…yeah, but i try not to. she’s just a kid, she’s still learning and growing, and she makes mistakes, just like anyone else. …she’s just not used to having someone… there. you know? to hold her accountable for what she does. it can get frustrating, sometimes… she doesn’t always like to admit that she’s in the wrong, and i’m not the best at controlling my temper anymore. i don’t like to yell at her, and she doesn’t deserve it when i do. it’s better when we can just… talk things through. she’s a person, even if she’s a young one, and she deserves to be heard, not talked over or down to.”

He looks disgruntled, fiddling with one of the ties on his hoodie.

“i’m trying to be a good dad to her. she never had anyone else but that bitch of a woman up top… i want her to know she can trust me, and look up to me. that i’m not just some jerk that tells her what to do all the time.”

Hey sans I get question for you! Do you still drink ketchup or did stop it for so long?

Sans let out an aggravated sigh, sending his daughter a lighthearted glare when she giggled.

“no, i don’t. end of story.”

“Daddy, you drink ketchup?”

“it was a joke, i was being weird for a laugh. ugh… you have no idea how long it took to clean all that crap out of my rib cage after i did that… worth it to see the look on frisk’s face, though, heh.”

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.”

act>scare>Aliza

Aliza dropped the cup she was holding, jumping and squealing reflexively. Hand to her chest, she let out a terse laugh, a slow smile creeping across her face.

“C’mon, that wasn’t very nice… you made me spill my drink.”

Sans how far do you let Aliza explore? Just wondering

“she’s allowed to explore the village on her own. i’ve fenced it all in over the years, and most of the other monsters know to keep away, so it’s relatively safe. when we go out to “maintain the puzzles”, i let her wander the woods a bit, too. not far enough that i couldn’t reach her if she got in trouble, though. so… not that far, ‘spose.”

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.

Hey sans do you ever visit grilbyz and Aliza have you seen/explored grilbyz?

Sans shrugged one shoulder morosely, picking at his claws.

“nah. got cleaned out of anything valuable ages ago. and besides… he’s not there anymore. nothing worth going to see.”

Aliza nodded though, a bright smile on her face.

“Yeah, I go there a lot, when I’m exploring the town! The bar is really neat, and the back room is cozy and warm. I found a bunch of crayons in there, and I like to color on the wallpaper, sometimes.”

Sans’ brow raised, surprise and the beginning of a smile blooming across his face.

“i didn’t know that. can i see?”

Aliza looked reluctant, rubbing at her shoulder and looking to the toes of her shoes, a shy blush on her cheeks.

“U-uh… they’re not good…” she protested, but Sans wouldn’t hear it, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and cajoling her with a tiny shake and a kiss to the top of her head.

“bet they’re great. show me?”

“O-okay…”

ACT > pat > Aliza and papyrus ( Sorry I can't help it I wanted to do this for a long time lol. )

Aliza looks pleased, allowing the contact willingly. She leans away after a moment.

Papyrus watches you pat his shoulder with a quizzical quirk to his brow, and pats you back. His hand is enormous, and he doesn’t seem to know his own strength. You’ll likely have bruises later.