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SANS.

[Is Sans's notif usually set to full volume, with old-fashioned dial-up noises? It is now.]

WHAT WAS YOUR PLAN, EXACTLY,
IF I SKIPPED SHOWERING TODAY

[Guess who's blue now.]

[mgphhhhh why is his phone so mad at him he didn't even know his phone could make that noise what time is it]

[oh right]

wait
i'm patient
but it worked out so it doesn't matter
april fools

["Worked out".]

[So Sans's plan was to just not shower until Papyrus got caught by the prank, is that it?]

WOW, GROSS!
MAYBE PRANK HYGIENICALLY NEXT TIME.

[He's not going to shoot for the moon and declare 'no pranks' on what is a holiday for them, that's a great way to make himself the sole target for the day.]

hypotheticly you'd be being gross too
so it'd be hypocritical to point it out

hypothetically

[It's morning, Sans can't be expected to type well right now.]

IT'S ONLY HYPOCRITICAL UNTIL I DUMP BLUE PAINT ON YOU.

[What does that mean? Who knows, it's probably a joke. Getting paint out of all those feathers seems like it'd be genuinely frustrating, not funny prank frustrating.

But he's setting up a few classics, like a bucket of water with blue dye in it that'll tip when the fridge door's opened, just for the sake of tradition.]

guess i'm blue forever now

[Sans don't just accept that...]

GUESS SO!!
OKAY GO BACK TO BEING A BLUE NIGHTLIGHT,
AND SLEEPING.
I'LL BOTHER YOU LATER.

[Don't let it be said that Papyrus is not a merciful brother, from time to time. And maybe the volume on Sans's phone will go back to be quieter, at some point when Sans isn't looking.]

ok

[There's the sound of clattering fridge contents and crumpling plastic. But Papyrus is outside, so it's understandable if he doesn't quite hear that.

What he will hear is the loud crack of a plastic bucket slamming into the kitchen window.]

[Something crashing against a window is the kind of sound to draw a skeleton's attention. Could be a bird confused by clean glass... Could be a rock from a neighbor displeased to be reminded of his existence... Could be so many things!

Whatever it is, it's enough for him to pause the outdoor task and take the quickest route to the kitchen, the better to get inside and investigating.]

[Sans is here! He's blue now. More blue. So is a lot of the kitchen, because when the bucket fell forward Sans batted it so aggressively with one of his invisible hands that he crumpled the plastic and sent it flying toward the window. The window is fine, though, and Sans has returned to digging through the fridge.

(Papyrus may have startled Sans just a little bit. A touch.)]

Morning, bro.

[In hindsight, a classic gag that involved surprising contact but without the presence of someone who could laugh and take the edge off things... may not have been the best selected prank for the day, after recent events. Papyrus's expression is sheepish, as he takes in the mess.]

...Morning, brother! I see you've begun sharing the blue, with the rest of the house. Maybe that's a good idea for spring cleaning. A fresh paint job... To really make everything new again.

[New, blue, same difference. But looking at the splash zone has him thinking about cleaning bots, the better to deal with things subtly and without commentary.]

Yeah, I think it really brings the room together. [Sans clearly isn't upset. Instead, he is getting milk for cereal, which is basically a decent breakfast. The fruit snacks, maybe not so much. It's unclear why Sans has fruit snacks in the refrigerator. He's just dripping blue everywhere, because of course he is. Why would he clean up.]

[In a double recursion hindsight, drenching Sans in liquid was, kind of, a prank on himself. But no matter!! Being involved in the making of messes, on this day in particular, is better than being the butt of the jokes!]

Yes, I bet it could stain the tiling, if we leave it long enough. Artistic!

[Maybe Sans likes them better chilled? But more than that, are the fruit snacks... meant to make it look like a well-balanced breakfast...?]

[Well, the fruit snacks certainly come in five fruity flavors, and--and he's dumping them in with the cereal. That's what he's doing right now. He's using three packs.]

I'm gonna see if I can start a new trend at work. [Sans don't go to work drenched in blue food dye.]

[Well. That sure is... That's a cereal experience, right there. What makes it baffling to watch, in a way unlike oatmeal filled with bonus candy, is hard to pin down - and with no one to answer to, he doesn't bother figuring out a defense.]

Won't that mess with the authenticity of the dig???

[He assumes that's the work Sans means, just as a general rule of thumb, since the others aren't as likely to bring about enthusiastic conversation. Unless Sans means he's going to dye some hotdogs blue, too.]

Maybe get some carved rocks, and drip blue on them, and stick them in the yard. I'm sure that would look cool.

[Not to mention, it'd help make the space less 'accidentally an intentional arson' and more 'artistic statement.']

[Okay, so normally Sans wouldn't care at all about the authenticity of the dig. However...]

Well, I guess it might mess things up if I dripped on the symbols. [Not even for avoiding Okpaza reasons. Sans is just worried about the symbols themselves. Sans brings his cereal concoction to the table to eat.] Guess I'll have to take a shower before I go.

[But not right now. Right now he's going to drip on the table.]

[Papyrus rolls his eyes at the ongoing dripping, but what's he going to do, give away that it's annoying on prank day? The problem with pranks that make messes and Sans is, Sans usually doesn't mind, and Papyrus is left cleaning it up anyway. Maybe he should... make a mop roomba. Or purchase one and improve upon it. And go with less mess-inducing things later in the day.]

Just the symbols? Don't they get rained on??

[Please clarify if you're talking about the sensible thing of 'stains mess with the authenticity' or the nonsensical symbol worshipping vibe, Sans.]

Not with food coloring. [You probably shouldn't food color the ruins. Though, actually...] Is this food coloring?

[That's what Sans used, so he assumed, but it's not like he did a chemical analysis.]

Yes. [Papyrus watches him skeptically, but he's not catching any particular things of Weirdness.] Not because you're food! But because it's safe to eat.

[There was, after all, every chance that Sans would get it dumped on his head. And while Papyrus wouldn't mind a little spice of danger to his pranks back in the days before they died, these days... Well, surprise bucket flinging is enough.]

[Well, he's not food to anyone in this room. That thing underground, though...]

Food coloring'd probably mess with the symbols' integrity, or ruin their dating attempts, or somethin' like that. [For as much time as Sans spends out at the dig site, archeology still isn't anything he's actually trained in. He still mostly does math and pokes at the symbols.] Don't wanna encourage anyone to take a bite out of one of 'em.

Or discourage anyone from dating them!

[He has heard of carbon dating by now, recognizes what Sans is getting at - but who knows, maybe someone wants to smooch a symbol, too!!

...Plus, it's an amusing enough image to introduce to the conversation that maybe it'll distract Sans from that food comment.]

Nobody's been working at night with candles and a fancy dinner, have they...?

Don't think so. [The idea is enough to get a grin out of Sans, though.] Or if they are, they're keepin' it pretty secret, 'cause if anyone found out everyone'd know by the next day.

[That's important gossip, you know.]

Wouldn't put it past some of 'em, though.

[Might be worth teasing some people over. Maybe not. He's not sure if he can be bothered.]

April 1st, roughly 5am

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