shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

* fml

 

THAT'S A GOOD ACRONYM, GIVEN YOU'RE BEING INCREDIBLY DOWN ON YOURSELF. WHAT KIND OF PERSON COULD GO MERRILY OFF ON THEIR WAY, SEEING HOW UNHAPPY YOU ARE, AND SHRUGGING IT OFF???

WHAT KIND OF BROTHER WOULD THAT MAKE ME?

 

* dude just
* i donn't know how anyone could help me without endangering themselves
* and i love you too much for that.

 

I'M NOT CONVINCED.
DON'T FORGET, I'VE WATCHED THE HUMAN PLAY THE WHOLE GAME
EVEN THOSE ENDINGS I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT.

Spoiler

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID YOU'LL DO, SANS?
KILL ME WHILE I OFFER YOU A HUG?
HURT EVERYONE AROUND US WHILE I WATCH AND TRY IN VAIN TO STOP YOU??
TURN INTO GOOP AND MERGE WITH ME UNTIL WE BECOME SOME CREEPY DEAD SCIENTIST???

 

* all of those
* especially the last one
* let's never do that
* also i hope you like my new boss he's a creep

 

Spoiler

WE'VE TOUCHED EACH OTHER BEFORE, I THINK IT WOULD TAKE SOMETHING WEIRD AND SPECIAL FOR THAT TO HAPPEN.

BUT SO FAR, I DON'T LIKE HIM VERY MUCH AT ALL!
WHAT I DO LIKE IS THE IDEA OF BLAMING HIM FOR EVERYTHING THAT'S CHANGED ABOUT YOU IN THE LAST FEW DAYS.
OR MOST OF IT.
IT'S LIKE YOU WENT FROM THE BEST POSSIBLE ROLE MODEL, ME, AND DOVE STRAIGHT FOR A TERRIBLE ROLE MODEL, HIM.
YOU COULD HAVE GONE SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE.

 

I hate that I'm a little glad it's Sans dealing with a certain masked man and not myself. </>

 

I am wounded, my dear! Am I this much trouble to have around?
Ah, I suppose it doesn't matter much. Clearly you must have other sources of sugar. I am truly heartbroken but you may leave at any time if you don't need it anymore, spirit-touched.
Of course unless you work with me you won't get any of it either.

 

I assure you I'm much too hungover to have understand any of that. Yes. We'll go with that.

 

GOOD FRIENDS DON'T ENCOURAGE PEOPLE TO BE DEPENDENT ON THEM.
OR ON THINGS THEY PROVIDE.
THEY PUSH PEOPLE TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS, MORE CONNECTIONS, AND SPREAD THAT ENERGY OUT!
IF YOU'RE THE SORT OF PERSON WHO WANTS PEOPLE TO NEED THEM...
THEN YOU'RE TROUBLE.

 

To be fair, he hasn't tried to kill me. (Yet.)

 

I would not call myself a friend of hers. or Sans. I prefer to think of us as business parters. With benefits for each side involved.
Or would you argue that the shoemaker should not be dependant on the leatherer for supplies and instead go through the weary process of keeping multiple jobs just so he is entirely self sufficient?

 

NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT A LEATHERER IS, BUT.
THERE'S PROBABLY MORE THAN ONE?
PEOPLE SHOULD FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE CHOICES. GOOD CHOICES, NOT TERRIBLE OR EVEN MORE TERRIBLE.

 

I protest the notion that I am a terrible option. I am a dashing, hard-working young man on a righteous quest to find his confused and scared wife.
... And I threaten bakeries and pattisseries into paying me a tenth and selling my drugs under the counter. YOu know how it goes.

 

*in a sing-song voice* One of those things is not like the other.

 

WHO'S DEPENDENT ON WHO HERE???
BECAUSE I'M PRETTY SURE SANS IS THE ONE HOLDING YOU UP.
INCREASINGLY CLOSE TO LITERALLY.

 

You sound like Ral Hargraeven.

That's not a compliment.

 

Neutral parties take cover: shots have been fired.

 

You sure? Sounds like they're pretty alike, just with better spin on the first one.

 

OHHHHH SNAP SON, OH SNAP.
YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD, ZACHARIE.
READ IT AND WEEP, MAN.