'Cause I'm Lonely and I'm Blue

[panspermia]

Who: Frisk, Connie, Greg, Papyrus, and Sans
What: Rescuers rescue the kidnapped rescuer of kidnapped
When: April 20
Where: Wave Boulevard Mall, Spooky Virgo Torture Dungeon
Warnings: mention of serious violence at the least

It's been a week since Sans smuggled his fellow musicians from Virgo, contacted allies to let them know he was leaving... and then evidently vanished altogether. It's been two days since articles surfaced talking about his wild bender that ended him up in rehab, and isn't it a shame, let's all keep him in our thoughts.

Sans didn't ever have a whole lot of fans. The guy kept to himself, rarely made appearances, and generally only performed just well enough to justify being in the band in the first place. His legacy would likely be the toc-tic pun memes that would go around for a couple weeks, then fade out into obscurity. People wouldn't miss him.

It's pretty much all that's been on Greg's mind. His friend made a heroic effort, and paid for it. It's his fault. But life goes on, right?

So here he is. Buying flowers for his bedroom. To liven the place up, you know? Add some color, to contrast the blackened char left behind by giant laser blasts. It'll really brighten things up.

Comments

[exhumerus]

Sans titters again at that comment. Ha ha, Rarity is on a roll. Also, he is increasingly delirious with injury and exhaustion, so it's probably even funnier than it would be normally.

"Ah, classic Sans," he comments, the regained memories of his life with Papyrus still fresh and somehow novel. He likes that it's familiar. It helps, he thinks.

[spaghettimonster]

Rarity's still making them? That's it, the punning is contagious and they're all doomed to lives of wordplay. Papyrus grumbles something wordless and sighs, resigned to their fates. He nods a thanks to Rarity as he accepts the fleece as well.

"It is! This won't be the first time I've carried you home," he confirms, "but usually it's because you fell asleep, at the bar."

[sailorgenerous]

Admittedly, that last pun was unintentional - punintentional? - but if it made Sans happy right now, Rarity would roll with it.

"Papyrus, do you know the way back from here?" It's something of a worrisome thought, and she proceeds ahead without waiting for an answer. "It's two lefts, the second right, and then the fourth left to get back to 15th Street. I assume you can find your way from there?"

[spaghettimonster]

They're contagious, and it's too late for Rarity. Hopefully it's a happy fate.

"...15th street." That's the key here; knowing which street to aim for, to get back to familiar territory. It's not too many steps, and even if he gets one right, it would only take a little backtracking to get back ontrack. But with the concern of Sans' injuries, it's better he not going exploring. "Two lefts... the second right... and the fourth left?"

[exhumerus]

"You got this bro," Sans yawns, obviously only half conscious at this point. He leans against Papyrus's shoulder and makes sleeping noises.