From the ground popped a small, purple flower, a frown on its face. It stayed a good distance away from the group of humans and monsters it had found while in these RUINS, but once its sibling(?) threatened them, it just had to intervene. "No!" it called, burrowing underground for a moment so it could get just a tad bit closer, but once it popped up again, Rose was gone. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Violet looked up at the group, eyes widening as it realized it had just made its appearance known for no reason at all. "S-Sorry about Rose..." Violet spoke quietly, eyes glued to the ground before it. "They don't mean what they say. Y-You just need to be careful..."
And, like Rose, Violet vanished, leaving only a small hole in its tracks.
(OOC: I probably just butchered Violet's character. Oopsies... I still can't find much about this AU...)
BIC:
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Sans merely raised his other eyebrow ridge along to the height of the other as a knife flew dangerously close to his skull. If he was really worried about being hurt by it, he could've easily dodged it, but the attack wasn't meant to harm him. He could tell. As he sat up to explain the concept of different timelines to this Asriel, he shot a quick look at Chara. This had to be who the kid was talking about; the voice that controlled them during Genocide runs. For a moment, at the memory of that talk, his left socket flashed blue, but he quickly calmed himself. No, this wasn't that voice. This kid's from a different timeline, after all.
"he's eager, huh?" Sans asked this human incarnation of himself, popping open the cap of a ketchup bottle and taking a swig of the strong-smelling condiment. "you gonna go explain things to him yourself, or do ya still want me to do it? i would now, but i'm pretty bone-tired, so." He winked with his left socket as he made the pun, chuckling lowly to himself.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
That took less time than she expected. Pausing the game she was in the middle of playing on her computer, Tempo headed over to the bathroom, emptying the dryer of her warm clothes. Before carrying the hamper upstairs to her room, she ran to the front of the house and peeked outside, to see if there was anyone around. Other than that group of Papyruses from before, people seemed to be elsewhere.
Perfect.
Rushing back over to her laptop, she pulled up a new window on Google Chrome, quickly going to YouTube. It took her no time at all to find what she was looking for: La La by The Cab. Making sure her volume was up all the way, she plugged in a small speaker system and clicked the link to the song before heading back to the bathroom, grabbing her hamper before the words were able to start.
Come feel my heart
It's beating like a drum and I confess
When you're around
It's like an army's marching through my chest
And there's nothing I can do
I just gravitate towards you
You're pulling on me like the moon
I just wanna get you sideways
I say anything I can to get me more than just a dance
Tell me where to put my hands
You know that you could be my favorite one-night stand
Tempo kept her door wide open as she danced around to the beat of the song, folding her clothes and placing them in a pile as she did so. Every time she does laundry, she picks a song or ten to listen to, and usually, she winds up dancing around her whole house afterwards. While she did this, her chore went by very fast, and once her clothes were all folded, the song was just ending.
What would you do if I told you that I la, la, la, la, loved you?
Cause you know I la, la, la, lie
Ooooh
The next song began, and Tempo moved her hands along like she was the one playing the piano in-between placing piles of clothes in drawers, singing all the while. She really liked Set It Off, and this song of theirs, N. M. E., was one of her all-time favorites.
You should escape,
Skip town,
No more excuses,
Abandon ship or drown.
No more excuses,
Do you even have a plan of attack?
A way to react?
Oh no, you should escape, skip town,
You're better on your own.
You're better on your own.
You're better on your own.
You're better on your own.
You're better on your own.
That song quickly ended as well, and by now, she was just putting her last pile away. Smiling at a job well done, Tempo turned back to the door, exiting her room and heading back to the computer as a song she didn't particularly care for began to sound throughout the house. Thinking for a moment, she decided that it was time for some nightcore. She hadn't heard a song by Panic! at the Disco yet, so she threw on a nightcore version of Death of a Bachelor, twirling around her house in her new, dry clothes.
It was times like this she liked the most.
Do I look lonely?
I see the shadows on my face
People have told me
I don't look the same
Maybe I lost weight
I'm playing hooky
With the best of the best
Pull my heart out my chest
So that you can see it too
I'm walking the long road
Watching the sky fall
The lace in your dress
Tangles my neck
How do I live?
The death of a bachelor
Oh oh-oh
Letting the water fall
The death of a bachelor
Oh oh-oh
Seems so fitting for
Happily ever after
Whooo
How could I ask for more?
Lifetime of laughter
At the expense of the death of a bachelor
~~
The house the human had walked into was now emitting a surprisingly loud noise. He'd be lying to himself if she said he didn't like her choice of music, and he found himself straining his vertebrae to listen closer to the words of the song that was now playing.
I'm walking the long road
Watching the sky fall
The lace in your dress
Tangles my neck
How do I live?
"Huh," Underswap!Papyrus hummed to himself, not particularly quietly, unsure of what to do with this newly-obtained information, so he simply went back to his conversation. He'd have to bring this up with her later.
(OOC: No idea why I had to add some Papyrus at the end, but I think it really ties things together, I guess. xD )