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legend of link: acceptance of courage
Quick Question
ADHD or dumba$$
Do y’all ever get the urge to just *chomp* y’know? Just have the urge to bite something
Is this an adhd thing or am I a dumba$$?
Bite-Sized: Lost Part 1
Sans was hungry. He had been for some time. Whenever he told Papy, the older fixed up a meal and Sans was starting to feel guilty because Papy never made anything for himself. So the young skeleton tried to focus on something other than his hunger. And that something just so happened to be the pain he felt in his skull. Sans had asked Papy about it, but the older always got really quiet and a bit teary-eyed, so he just stopped asking. The pain could be anywhere from a dull ache to a sharp sting. It was unpleasant and a constant bother.
It didn't take long to find a partial solution to this, of course. Being that Sans lived in Snowdin and the very thing that helped was snow. Or, anything cold really. But he didn't particularly fancy sticking his head into the far too empty fridge. Just as he was about to step outside, the voice of his brother sounded from just upstairs.
"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Papyrus asked. Sans sighed and closed the door.
"i wanna go outside,"
"THAT IS ALL WELL AND GOOD, BUT YOU SHOULD BUNDLE UP." Papy strode down the stairs and scooped up his brother who squirmed in his hold. "DO YOU STILL HAVE THAT SCARF?" Oh. The scarf. Sans had it, yes. But he didn't know why. It was longer than he was tall, likely because it was torn off of Papy's scarf. If he thinks about it enough, Sans vaguely remembers being wrapped up in the red cloth, picking at the now torn edges, while his brother was panicking about something. Sans suspects he did something wrong. But nothing ever seems to come to mind.
"yeah, can i get it?" Papyrus gives a wide smile showing his teeth, a few of which have chipped or cracked.
"OH COURSE! YOU GO DO THAT WHILE I GET YOUR SNOW JACKET," The taller chirped happily. He set his wiggly brother down and watched as he ran into his room.
The scarf was easy to find. It was lying next to his pillow as Sans often used it as a blanket more often than a scarf. His bed was very simple, just a mattress really, but Papy got him a bed tent that had all sorts of neat stars on it. Neither of them had seen real stars, but Sans loved pulling his brother underneath and pointing out fun shapes he saw in them. But, scarf acquired, he headed back to Papyrus.
"i got the scarf!" Sans said to- not to his brother, Papy was in his own room, grabbing what appeared to be a small pair of pink snow boots. Oh no. Sans didn't like those boots at all, they made his feet hurt, he liked to wander in just his slippers if he could.
"GOOD JOB SANS! NOW, COME OVER HERE AND I'LL GET YOU AS SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG,"
"without the boots?" Papyrus shot his brother a look. "okayyy" Sans said, mumbling his complaints as he shuffled over to his brother. Papyrus made quick work of helping his brother slip into his blue puffy jacket and swiftly tying the scarf into a fashionably, yet snug, bow to keep the long tails from dragging. Then, the little skeleton was helped onto the racecar bed, sitting with his socked feet dangling over the edge. A faint embarrassed blush crawled up his cheeks. Even though he was six, Sans could never quite remember how to tie his shoes, so Papy always helped him. Sans tried to focus on what his brother was doing, making a loop with one lace and doing something with the other but...
"THERE WE GO! NOW YOU'RE READY TO GO OUT AND EXPLORE! DON'T GO TOO FAR, AND MAKE SURE TO BE BACK BY DINNER,"
"okay!" Sans agreed. Papyrus smiled and gave his brother a small pat on the head. He got a weird look on his face when he did so, but Sans ignored it and racing into the eternal winter that was his home. His boots left small footprints in the snow, a trail for Papy to find him should he fall asleep in the snow too long.
It was a short walk to Sans' favorite spot in all the Underground. This place was close-ish to home, but Papy disagreed. It was also a ways away from this giant door that Sans had no way of opening. Trees surrounded it and shielded the spot from anyone who didn't know where to look. There was a hollowed out stump covered with a tarp that held some joke books and coloring supplies. But that wasn't what Sans was here for, not this time. As soon as the skeleton arrived to his spot, he promptly fell backwards into the snow and let the cold numb his skull just a bit. A small hum of happiness escaped the little one. It was a welcome relief to the aching he had been feeling. A little nap in the cold comfort of the snow wouldn't hurt. . . And that was Sans's last coherent thought before he fell asleep.
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"Alrighty! Let's see here!" Sans groaned, burying his skull deeper into the snow. "Yep! This does seem like Horror..." Whatever the voice was saying, the sleepy skeleton did not hear the rest of it as he pushed the snow over his skull in an attempt to sleep just a bit longer. "Mhmm. A weird variation if you ask me. It's been a while since I've seen an older brother Papyrus," A bleary eyelight flickered to life and glared at the snow. This was supposed to be his quiet spot. Not for loud, noisy strangers to talk to themselves. Having enough of this blatant disrespect, tiny arms pushed the small body out of the snow. And then he saw it.
This intruder was someone he had never seen before. And with the Underground as small and closed off as it is, that was definitely something. And, this stranger was a skeleton. Papy said there wasn't any other skeletons left but here someone was. Their eyelights were two different colors and shapes, though the color and shape of each changed just about every time they blinked. A black mark stained their cheek, it looked like paint, or even ink. Their outfit showcased almost no color other than browns, but a sash held colorful vials of what the small skeleton was certain were paint. An absolutely enormous brush was attached to their sash on the back, and the skeleton startled when stranger removed it and held it in their hands.
"Welp, time to go, Dream's probably waiting for me to get back," The skeleton said to no one in particular, as he had yet to notice the child watching him with one red eyelight. The brush swiped across the ground leaving a wide black streak in the snow. The stranger jumped in and disappeared.
Unbeknownst to him, the tiny, toddling six-year-old decided it would be fun to fall in too.