we bought a zoo (semi-open? ish? i think?)

[skelepun]

CHARACTERS: Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Undyne, + whoever they bring into their den of monstrous iniquity.
DATE: March 13th-March 23rd
WARNINGS: Fun kidnapping and Mettaton's here so who knows honestly
SUMMARY: Sans and Mettaton stole a kid, so now they have one of those. Don't worry, it's chill.

General prompt log for Monsterhaus shenanigans. Feel free to jump on any of them and thread it out w/anybody!

march 13th; yeah this is still happening.

Since Sans formally settled in to their temporary apartment, the tide of mess was inevitable. It started with socks, graduating slowly to bowls of half finished cereal, advancing to a literally nest of sheets and blankets swathing over the entire couch.

To say nothing of the seven year old child inside those sheets and blankets, watching a grainy VHS version of The Little Mollusk for what must've been the twentieth time in two days. Who is she? Where'd she come from? If Sans and Mettaton aren't around to explain, don't worry. Sans left a post-it note, helpfully attached to the side of the little girl's head.

don't worry about it.

She doesn't seem to mind.

march 18th; run childcare.exe.

What do a group of adult monsters know best? Entertaining human children, that's what.

Suffice to say, the boredom-induced damage on their apartment was mounting steadily by the day. A grape juice stain from several days prior is all but encrusted into the couch (apparently it looked enough like Undyne for Sans to sharpie and eye patch over it), fruit rollup wrappers are everywhere, and the girl herself is starting to smell.

Whether the strategy is amusing her, teaching her, feeding her properly, or simply hosing her off in the courtyard, someone's going to have to step up to make sure this kid doesn't die of boredom and an overdose of high-fructose corn syrup.

march wheneverth; wildcard.

(( Whatever you wanna do! Cooking lessons? Simply hanging out in the house, no kid whatsoever? Consider it a catchall, friends. And lemme know if you want me to write you a custom Sans starter.))

Comments

[boneafide]

I haven't been feeding her sweets, if she got them, she got them from someone else. I can't control everyone else, Keats! And I don't know how humans bathe! So if you'd like to help out with that, be my guest!

[ Huff huff. Still, he calms down a little, even if Keats is being EXTREMELY condescending. ]

...I don't have any clothes that would fit her right, but I could go find some, if you give her a bath. Please?