Letters to the Future #2 [Sans]

#1 Toriel -> http://pastebin.com/9utRF1ih

LETTERS TO THE FUTURE #2

[SANS]

listen up.

i don't have much time.

there's no telling what'll happen now and you have to be ready.

trust no one, not even yourself. you can trust me though, since i'm the one telling you this.

when everything is at its darkest, go to the hidden fridge. you know the one. the code 1983.

it contains the only thing that'll make sans of what's happening.

premium grade ketchup, straight from grillby's cellar. the last bottle. don't let him see it.

it'll either help you, or at least make you very happy. drink up and remember me fondly.

alright, might as well try and take this seriously for a moment...

hi.

it's been a year. the barrier was broken, we got out and the surface lay wide open for us. not gonna lie, i kind of expected humans would give us an express ticket back home, but leave it to frisk to defuse what could have turned into a nasty first meeting, into something relatively civil. nobody got hurt and i think apart from the minor property damage, we gave good first impression.

so, how have you been? how have i been? same old, same old, working hard all day long. i've learned several new napping positions, and been trying to perfect them ever since. i'd draw you a picture, but i flunked art school. couldn't never get past the anatomical drawings.

okay, okay, fine. am i always so impatient?

time is flowing steadily. everything has been linear and no timeline malfunctions have occurred since the barrier went poof. frisk know, i know that this 'power' is centered around them, but i've found no instances of any mishaps. maybe the kid really wants to do good on their promise not to meddle with things. maybe they're just really clever and hide their tracks well. or maybe i just slept through it. anything's possible.

i'd like to believe they're telling the truth though.

papyrus is absolutely in love with the surface. he's having the time of his life, from learning how to drive to being a great role model of what monsters are like. he's even got fans now and i'm a moderator for his fan forum on the undernet. sure, his job isn't without some tense moments, but he has a knack for easing tension. he's always been talented at that, it's good to see him getting some real praise for it.

i spend a lot of time with everyone. there's no need for a sentry anymore, but the company was always the best part of it. grillby's reopened his bar on the surface. he even made sure to bring my favorite stool and kindly reminds me every day to stop being a freeloader, or the next batch of soup will be seasoned with my arm. good ol' grillbz, always the joker.

frisk visits every other day. papyrus is always looking forward to them, so they can discuss new strategies on making monsters popular. it gets even sillier when undyne flops in as well. they start looking up some recipes online and in about half an hour everything goes up in flames.

the kid's a sweetheart. we have very deep and meaningful conversations, just by listening to the silence we both make. and then we watch tv, or play a game with papyrus. they smile and giggle, climbing all over the two of us, like we were walking monkey bars. and sometimes they sniffle and weep, burrowing into a blanket cocoon while we comfort them. they always fall asleep on top of us and they snore like a chainsaw with little bells attached to it.

it's been a good year.

i'd like for it to stay this way. that's not really up to me though, so i'm free to kick back and just let things happen. i'll just wait and see, or maybe you can report back to me somehow? either way, no need to do anything.

except

maybe there is?

and i'm just looking for excuses?

i don't know. i used to think i had answers, but now everything's so open, so new and so completely unknown. it's scary stuff. it's exciting stuff. it's stuff worth living for.

hey. if i find this letter, and we're still here, can you do me a favor?

send me a reply about how things are going.

i'd like to know if the story goes on.

see you. me. you. us. we. sans. you.