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21st century bookish lab student, meet 1940's hardboiled private detective.
When you chase down a kid into a prestigious laboratory’s work-in-progress machine, you trip and fall, harder than you’ve ever fallen, right into a whole new dimension. Here, the world follows two rules. One: know your place. Two: don’t fuck with the Dreemurrs. If only you hadn’t fallen right into the middle of an open crime scene surrounding the recent disappearance of their child.
…You might have just broken both rules at once.
It’s a good thing you’ve got a certain sardonic, deceptively easygoing, skeleton detective to watch your back! Only, is it? Or is he the last person you can trust in this dangerous world you’ve found yourself in?═════ ◈ ═════
"you know, for a patience type, you've got an absurdly hot temper," he remarks nonchalantly.
"Oh, is that it, Sans?" You deadpan. "Or is it that you're just so, so obnoxious you get on the nerves of even a patience traited soul."
Alphys snickers from her desk behind a teetering pile of papers.
The detective begrudgingly twists up his mouth into a crooked grin. "cuttin' me to the quick, sugar."
You gift him a roll of your eyes. "You'll live."Bookmarked by mll1_55
25 Jun 2024