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[realbadtime]

... huh.

[Yeah that sure... was a graveyard. How spooky. He'd spend time standing here, pondering the semi-permanence of the corpses under his feet but he... well.

There was a lot of stuff for him to process that... Sans really didn't want to put all that energy into. It was confusing, yes. It was scary, yes. Somewhere, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, there was a sense of intense discomfort. Not being where he ought to be, questioning if this was actually the surface he'd found, why just him, was there anyone left-

But that was under far too many layers of caked on, cemented and wrought iron apathy that... he just sat down next to a massive headstone, rested back against it... and fell the fuck asleep.

Whatever.

Maybe he'll just stay here forever.

Who cares?]

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[panaceaa]

[There's a skeleton in the graveyard. Oh dear!]

[No, that's not actually much of a surprise. But what gives the pink-cloaked figure pause is the fact that this one is wearing a jacket, and is breathing, also. Perhaps one of the skeleton monsters then.]

[Though one that Guardian hasn't seen around before.]

[The strange magic currently sweeping through the castle has distorted their body, but they're still able to crouch. Their robot companion chirps where it hovers by their shoulder.]

Excuse me. You might not want to sleep there if you don't want to be stepped on by accident.

[And indeed, the ground is already littered with bones. Though maybe to say Sans might get stepped on is a bit hyperbolic.]

[realbadtime]

[Who is this? He doesn't know. Does he care that he's being woken up by a stranger? ... Not really. The little skeleton shifts and then stretches, before looking around at the little bird bones scattered across the graveyard.]

... i think i'll be alright, don't worry.

[panaceaa]

If you're sure. [Guardian shrugs and then stands somewhat laboriously. If the skeleton wants to take a dirt nap in a graveyard full of bones, then uh, that's his prerogative.]

[It's not until they take the first step away that another thought crosses their mind. They stop and look back.]

Though I have to warn you, things have been getting unpredictable around here lately. You might want to find some cover before it gets too late.