castle_perrault | i'm awful at intro posts so now: fart jokes

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Sans was missing a whoopee cushion thanks to his own damn self, but the skeleton always had a backup. Sort of. Actually, he forgot that he had another one still lodged inside his ribcage. No wonder he squeaked half the time.

Whatever. He's just glad he still has one. It was something, at least. It also meant he's still in perfect pranking shape. If he had to tell the truth, he was getting restless. Maybe it was because he was still homesick. Hard not to miss your friends in family in a place like this, even if you knew you couldn't do much about it. He already explored most of what he could of the castle. He could never get enough of napping and doing nothing, naturally, but...

Eh.

The bored skeleton is hanging around in the courtyard again. He's sitting cross-legged in the grass with a small rock balanced on his knee (a new pet rock, third cousin of his other one) and a feather sticking out of the hood of his jacket. He picked it up in the aviary and figured it worked as a way to at least sort of differentiate himself with the other Sans-es. At this point, though, he might as well get a name tag.

Any who walks by or sits near him will get a nod. Then--

PBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT.

Sans looks to his latest prank victim in with mild, fake disgust, maybe a little too mild for a guy who apparently just witnessed someone cut the cheese that loudly. He's hiding the whoopee cushion inside his jacket, right inside his arm. It's a good thing he's an expert on keeping a straight face, or he would have bust a gut by now. Otherwise, he keeps himself mock incredulous.

"Dude. Seriously?"

If you physically can't fart: even funnier.

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From:

croppedout

Satoru is almost walking past too quickly for Sans to prank. He always moves like a kid running against the clock, always on a mission to do something before time runs out.

This time, it's trying to find a soccer ball. That's... a great deal easier than trying to prevent the murders of his childhood friends, so he is just slow enough that he hears the farting sound. He stops in his tracks, and as Sans speaks to him, he lifts a hand to his mouth...

...helplessly muffles a snort, and then bursts out laughing. If Sans won't bust a gut, this kid certainly will.

From:

trombones

Sans grin spreads. In a not-so-unbelievable turn of events, Satoru's laughter got him chuckling too. Why not? The kid obviously had a good sense of humor. The skeleton puts his arms up in a shrug, throwing the other a wink.

"Careful, kid. You keep going the way you're going with gas like that, and you might have... a fart attack."

From:

croppedout

That terrible pun only makes him laugh harder, doubling over and clutching his waist. He's wiping tears from his eyes, trying to squint to see who the comedian is...

Woah, okay, that is a skeleton. Satoru chokes on his laughter, eyes going wide. He takes a step back and almost trips over his own feet.

"You... you're..."

Not alive? Not dead? This has to be a dream. Revival has never resulted in anything as horrifying as this.

From:

trombones

Kid, you have never met a less threatening-looking skeleton in your life. The grease-stained hoodie, the pink slippers, and the goofy grin on his face should at least say something.

He blinks as Satoru suddenly looks surprised. Oh. This again. Right.

"A pisces?"