[Backdated towards the end of the month] Well there's no use crying over every mistake

[sansational]

Sans comes back to life on the floor of a dark, reeking cell deep in the bowels of the castle. The first thing he knows is that ribs ache fiercely. It takes him a few bleary minutes to remember why.

Once he does, Sans scrambles gracelessly back to his feet, summoning his blasters over each shoulder as he stares hurriedly around. Empty. No prisoners, no captor. No Adam, no Frisk. The chains hang empty, in a couple of cases ripped out of the walls. Was Adam dealt with? Or did he pack up shop, and take Sans' friends with him?

He needs to go and check.

But he realizes that there's something he needs to grab first, to keep the second verse from just being the same as the first

So unless anyone is down there in the cell when he first reappears, the first anyone is likely to see of Sans is him in the graveyard, hunting around the tombstones and open graves with a very intent expression on his skull. His blasters float lazily behind him. He's not sending them away for a while.

"where is it, where is it..."

Eventually, he manages to find a real knife, if not necessarily the Real Knife, somewhere in the castle. Finally. It feels heavy and cold as he curls his fingerbones around the hilt. But it also feels powerful. Let Adam try sawing him in half with this between them.

It's only then that he wonders if this is what the human felt like, as they walked down the hall for another round with him. Before they knew whether or not Sans could die at all. 

Either way, Sans takes a slower route through the castle, up and down and all around, trying to zero in on Frisk's location. He hopes so, so much to find his sense of their presence untainted by that other human's. But at least this way, he's prepared in case he doesn't. Concerned friends or people who are just generally concerned to see a skeleton with two blasters at the ready and a knife in hand can find him anywhere, poking around, checking for trap doors, flinching at loud noises or sudden movements.

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[sansational]

Sans remembers that party. He remembers the cake, and offering it to Kuja. He doesn't remember Kuja's name - he probably could, if he thought about it, but right now that's sadly down on his list of priorities. He's actually about to step right around Kuja to keep going, or else considering stopping and asking about Frisk, when the maybe-human...starts flying?

Sans stops, and stares. The blasters stare with him, their open jaws creating a shocked sort of expression on their otherwise blank faces.

"uh...no idea? why don't you tell me what this is."

[silvermists]

"You're the one parading down the hall with a knife and--those." he says, icily. It's a wonder the walls don't freeze over. And what the hell are the skulls, anyway? All he knows is that they reek of magic.

But.

They haven't charged him yet and neither has Sans. They've had enough time. He relaxes, just a hair, though he doesn't return to the ground. "I take it they're not for me after all?"

[sansational]

"no. should they be?" His tone remains a little more sharp than it usually is. In Sans' experience, people who are this jumpy about someone coming for them usually have some good reason for it.

...still, whatever that reason is, it probably doesn't concern him right at this second. Kuja is not who he wants to fight with. Sans waves both hands - one remaining wrapped around the knife - and the blasters spin out of existence. For now.

"just some pets of mine." A lie - his blasters are mindless, though he remembers that that isn't the case for all of his incarnation. "nothing for you to worry about - their bark's worse than their bite. but i just kinda came back from the dead again, y'know? seems like a guy's gotta work a little harder to protect himself, these days."