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- phoenix is musing abt his work and having maya fey on the team
- also buying coffee for edgeworth bc why not that’s babygirl i think
- he’s just received his coffees when he gets a call from maya. where r u we have a client waiting on the famous phoenix
- what i thought that was at 10??
- no??
- he runs and an annoying dog bolts in front of him in a blur of white fur and this man pinwheels through the air like a. pinwheel
- he falls down a spiral of rainbow color and everything fades to black
- suddenly he’s in 16-bit and watching his breath fog in front of him. what the- he says. it’s supposed to be june…
- suddenly a branch snaps behind him
- hey. don’t you know how to greet a new pal? turn around…and shake my hand.
- phoenix turns around and sees a shadow about chest height crunching the snow beneath his feet. a hand stretches out to greet him. phoenix is apprehensive but doesn’t see any other choice. he takes the man’s hand and is instantly leveled by the sound of a monstrous fart. even more than that, it’s only when phoenix retracts his hand that he feels bone beneath the cloth mittens. stepping into the light, the man introduces himself with a low chuckle, “ah the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. gets em every time. i’m sans. sans the skeleton. ur new around here, arent ya?”
- phoenix’s mouth gapes like a fish. a…skeleton. r u okay?? do you need?? help???
- the skeleton called sans squints an eye socket. huh. a human then. the white lights in the otherwise empty eye sockets bore into him with surprising intensity for someone with such a broad smile. then he sighs with a light chuckle. wow. my lucky day.
- phoenix stammers. where am i what’s going on isn’t it june?? are we in. oh my god. canada??
- i’ll pretend to know what the hell that is. sans shrugs. this way. my brother is a human hunting fanatic. he’ll be looking for ya.
- ohmygod am i dead. you’re all skeletons. dead..? what IS THATA FURRY
- there’s a phoenix shaped lamp nearby. he darts behind it.