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Open A Skeleton Christmas

Discussion in 'River Street' started by Sans, Dec 21, 2017.

  1. Cole

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    Amidst the discussions and seeming hazards of a lack of eggnog, it might take a moment, but, perhaps abruptly, the people at the party might become aware that there was a presence among them who hadn't seemed to be mere moments before. One of the tables that wasn't laden with food was now the seat of a rather ragged-looking fellow, sitting cross-legged in the middle of it, and just watching what was going on. At this exact moment, though, he was staring after the rapidly exiting Papyrus, with an expression of obvious confusion on his face.

    "Should I have brought something?" he suddenly asked, looking over at the other people. "I couldn't see any answers for that."
     
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    Papyrus's explanation of Santa Claus was new to Arcade. Actually, he hadn't really looked into the mythology surrounding Christmas at all. As far as he knew, it was simply a time where people got together and exchanged gifts.

    "Ah... there's not actually someone watching us at all times, is there?" he asked, a bit bewildered. Given the world he was in, he wouldn't have been surprised to hear that was the case. He'd be creeped out, but not surprised.

    Feeling slightly wrongfooted, Arcade glanced around the party, noticing that he knew only one other person, and he had only met Sweeney once when he was first dropped into Pandora, so they weren't all that close. Next thing he knew, someone with some confusing powers offered him a present.

    Multiple questions flitted through his mind as he watched the other guest move in a way he had never seen before, accepting the present with a quiet, "thank you." Before getting to that, he probably had to get out of the doorway.

    Looking down at Eve, he shrugged and gently urged her further into the party so that they weren't blocking the door or anything. Not long after Papyrus made his dramatic exit, Cole spoke up, surprising Arcade for a number of reasons.

    "Cole?" he asked, "when did you get here? And why are you always sitting on tables?" He wasn't unhappy to see the strange kid again, but he was confused. Maybe tables were more comfortable to him than chairs?
     
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  3. Sans

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    Sans took notice of the look Qrow gave him and responded with a carefree shrug. His comment regarding the circumstances in which Sans usually met people wasn't entirely wrong either, now that he thought about it... although it was more like this particular bunch of people all happened to meet him like that

    "seems like it. hard to tell if i'm lucky or unlucky." He joked, then looked at Cheryl once she objected and responded with another playful shrug. At this point, Yang began humurously asking Qrow for details regarding their first meeting. "seems like you have some storytelling to do.

    More people began showing up, one of which Sans recognized as the guy from who he stole a phone once. Apparently he was friends with Papyrus and had a daughter. Well, that was awkward, to say the least, but it wasn't like anyone else was gonna know about it. He decided to leave those two for Papyrus to deal with since he looked to be closer with them.

    Finally, Sweeney showed up. Sans was starting to wonder if the leprechaun was gonna skip on the party since it was for a holiday he really didn't care for, but it looked like he just took his sweet time to get there.

    "happy what now?" Sans asked in a joking manner, clearly just having some fun with how Sweeney had to be the one to go against the Christmas theme, as he actually knew what a winter solstice was thanks to his interest in astronomy. "was starting to think you weren't gonna show up." He shook his hand, only half-serious in his words.

    It would have been pretty funny if Sweeney ended up not appearing, just because of Qrow might have reacted to it. It sure would have been very unfortunate if the one person capable of somewhat mitigating his bad luck didn't show up... not that Sans was sure if Sweeney being around was really going to counter his bad luck, he just said it to convince Qrow to come over. It was time to see how things were gonna play out from there onwards.

    Papyrus ended up bolting out of the party to go get some of that eggnog Sweeney wanted, preteding to have everything in order while he made a run for the nearest supermarket.

    "he totally forgot about it." Sans told Sweeney, making no attempt to hide the truth. "that's papyrus for ya, he just can't help but try to please everybody." He then glanced at the pile of presents he had prepared for the party and then back at Sweeney. "welp, guess i gotta hold the fort for a while. i'm gonna get some presents, so make yourself at home and talk to people, or try to." He threw one last jab at the leprechaun before starting to walk away.

    While he was going to get some of the presents he had gotten to the people he had invited, Sans briefly took notice of a new arrival that just appeared out of nowhere without him noticing. He briefly stopped, confused as to how that weird guy had slipped by unnoticed by him, but it looked like he was friends with Papyrus' friend, so he didn't think much about it and just resumed what he was doing.
     
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    Heather raised an eyebrow when she heard Papyrus accusing Toby of trying to take over the world. That was so weird. Who would ever expect a dog to be controlling anything? It brought a small smile to her face, watching his antics.

    She idly nibbled on a cookie as she watched more people filter in. It looked like a father and daughter duo appeared. They seemed to be actually related, which seemed lucky to her. She hadn't seen a single person from her world, much less anyone she was close to.

    Though, that was a pretty small number. No, no, don't think about him again. She needed a second to breathe, not letting herself get morose over her father again. It was a happy day, a celebration. Thinking about his dead body wasn't going to help anyone.

    A somewhat familiar voice snapped her out of that. Heather looked up and recognized one of her professors at the party. She blinked a few times, surprised to see Sweeney outside of the schola, and followed Sans over to the presents.

    "You're friends with one of my professors?" she asked under her breath once she felt like she wouldn't be too badly overheard. It was still a party full of people, but she could still try to interrogate the skeleton.
     
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    Apparently monster food was delicious. She was on her way to grabbing another cookie when a hand appeared with a gift in its hand. Oh it was from the weird stretchy guy. How cute! "Thanks!" She said, grabbing it from his hand. She was beginning to open it when she caught the tale end of Papyrus bolting out the door, new people and...

    "Was that guy on the table a moment ago?" Yang asked Uncle Qrow.

    Yeah this was turning out to be a strange party after all. At least people were keeping it interesting.

    Looking at the elastic man, Yang commented, "So how do I learn to do that? I bet it took a lot of morning stretches to get kind of ability."
     
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    "I followed you here," Cole replied to Arcade, tilting his head to one side. "Well...I saw that you were coming here and came to see. I thought there might be people that I could help. And there are! There are lots of pains here. Loneliness and shock and fear, worry for loved ones..."

    Cole glanced around the room, head tilted to one side. "I could do a lot of helping here."
     
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    "You'll have to tell me about this bear story, I couldn't bear to not hear about it." Qrow gave Yang's shoulder a small shove accompanied with a teasing glare. "You're just as dumb as your father." God, how he missed Tai. "Seems like you have some storytelling to do." Oh, storytelling was one of Qrow's fortes. Qrow smiled at Sans as they disbanded, following his niece to the snack table as two more guests arrived and were greeted.

    "It wasn't exactly a bear. Looked kind of like an Ursa, except not a Grimm. Must have been starving, to wanna attack a sack of bones like Sans." He explained carelessly. It really wasn't a big deal, the beast was slain in the blink of an eye. He smiled at Yang's excitement to the cookies. "Do you think its as good as food for humans?"

    "Dunno. Never tried monster food." He smirked. Usually putting the word 'monster' in front of anything made it better, like it did with drinks and trucks. Qrow hung out with Yang until another guest arrived, one who he recognized. The tall redhead was a professor at Schola Praeditos whom Qrow had seen on the Island on rare occasion. "Happy Winter Solstice, Sans." The man probably wouldn't recognize Qrow. He was only a part-time gatekeeper, after all. As he eyed Sans greet the tall professor, Qrow suddenly wondered if he was the leprechaun Sans had told him about back in November. What a small world.

    Qrow's internal and ever-brewing concerns dulled at that moment, and he smiled to himself, a smile which turned into a knowing smirk as he caught sight of the whiskey in the man's hand. "So where's the eggnog?" And on the hunt for more alcohol as well? Qrow liked the Irishman already.

    The huntsman chuckled lowly as Papyrus ran off to fetch what he supposed would be child-friendly eggnog, and as his red gaze swept the room in pursuit of the skeleton, he noticed Cole on another table. This party was just full of surprises, wasn't it?

    The blonde gentleman began speaking with Cole, and Qrow glanced over to notice that Sans didn't recognize the boy. The kid was a good person, even though he was a bit odd and very talented with invading one's personal privacy. "Was that guy on the table a moment ago?" Yang asked. "Yyyyep." He drawled before taking a drink from his steel flask. "He's not a bad guy." He commented afterwards, in both senses of the phrase. "Interesting to talk to, I'll tell you that right now."

    He twisted the cap back on the flask and pocketed it, nodding covertly over to Mr. Sweeney. "That's one of the professors at the school I mentioned earlier. You should talk to him sometime today, you know? See if he can answer any questions you might have about it." He suggested to Yang, interested in helping her find a home again like she had at Beacon, maybe meet some more talented kids her age.




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  8. Arcade Gannon

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    "Well, if you follow me somewhere more comfortable than out in the snow, I really can't complain," Arcade replied to Cole, you could have told me you wanted to come along, though." When Cole revealed what he planned to do, however, his expression became slightly pinched.

    "No, Cole, I don't..." he muttered, "I think everyone here is hoping to have a relaxing time where they can simply enjoy being around friends and family. I think, well, helping them might make things a little uncomfortable."
     
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    Eve's eyes widened in surprise when the red-coated man offered her a box, which she took almost reverentially. Her first Christmas present ever. Ever. She had no idea what it was, but she looked up to the man and said a quiet "thank you." That reminded her that she probably needed to buy Father a Christmas present. She didn't really have any ideas, but she was sure she could find something.

    Eve seemed to cower slightly from Papyrus' explanation of Santa, not giving a response. Not only was he loud, well, she didn't really want to meet someone who knew all her bad deeds from the last year. When the skeleton turned around to greet someone and then ran off, Eve breathed a small sigh of relief. When his exit was promptly followed by Cole's entrance she tilted her head and said a quiet "hello."

    Cole was here to help, as always, and had followed Arcade here, wanting to help. Eve stayed quiet, honestly not sure what to say. When Arcade had finished talking, however, she added her piece. "Cole, maybe you shouldn't try to help everybody. Only those that really need it."
     
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  10. Mad Sweeney

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    Papyrus, if Sweeney remembered that name correctly, was not only in a ridiculously (apparently permanent) good mood but also unnecessarily loud. Both attributes Sweeney, usually, couldn't stand. But before he even had the chance to get annoyed, the skeleton vanished to apparently get eggnog - who the fuck forgot about eggnog on Christmas???
    Sans seemed happy enough to see him though and, grinning, the leprechaun patted the small skeleton's head if only because it amused him every time just how fucking tiny that guy was.
    All in good nature though, of course.

    Happy what now?
    Sweeney wasn't bothered by Sans' lack of knowledge in that regard - hell that guy's been living under a literate rock, to be fair he deserved some fucking credit for knowing anything at all.
    "Winter Solstice. Or Midwinter. That's what we celebrated before Christmas showed up, marks the longest night of the year. The circle of life and all that. Long story."
    It took him a moment to realize that Sans was merely joking and actually seemed to know what that was. Rolling his eyes, the Irishman playfully punched the other's shoulder - gently, don't wanna have a skeleton rolling around on the floor after all.

    "Very funny. Ye fuckin' smartass. Of course I was gonna show up, ye invited me after all. I brought candy, too. Oh and this. For yer fuckin' amusement."
    With these words he reached into the pocket of his coat - seeing as he's handed his beloved denim jacket to Nancy - and pulled out a headband with antlers which he then put on his head. So what if he looked ridiculous? Christmas was a ridiculous celebration, after all.
    Not that he was going to be the only one looking ridiculous though.
    Grinning he pulled forth another pair of antlers and unceremoniously placed them on Sans' head, above that dumb santa hat and all.

    "Gotta get in that holiday spirit, right? Serves ye right for forgetting that eggnog."
    He was only half joking. Who the fuck could possibly forget the motherfucking eggnog out of all things? Luckily (haha) he's grabbed the whiskey bottle along, trusting his gut feeling on this. And as usual, his gut feeling turned out being right.
    Nodding at his skeleton friend, he let Sans retreat to the pile of presents (shit, maybe he should have gotten Sans a gift, too. Fuck. He could still do that later, right??) and instead took another quick look around.
    If Heather wouldn't have followed Sans to the gifts, Sweeney would probably have noticed her - and perhaps even felt a little awkward showing up in front of one of his students with deer-antlers on his head and a bottle of whiskey in hand. But professors were also just people and allowed to celebrate dumb-ass holidays, right?
    As it was, however, he didn't notice her at all.
    Maybe better that way.

    Instead he made his way to the table with what was most likely monster food, seeing as that was all Sans - and thus Papyrus, too, probably - could actually eat, as he's once already demonstrated to the Irishman.
    Reaching for a cookie, he placed the chocolates he bought and the bottle of Southern Comfort on the table, if only because he didn't wanna carry it around all the time.
    There was a guy he felt he should know but couldn't pinpoint why - when he spotted a flask in same man's hand though, he felt like it was quite a shame he couldn't seem to be able to remember where he was supposed to know that guy from.
    Probably not important.
    There was a girl at his side - a young woman, rather - and it was by mere chance that Sweeney caught them apparently talking about the Schola. Well fuck.
    And there he had thought he could just not play the responsible adult tonight.

    "Nice school, everyone's friendly, you should sign up, and all that."
    None of it sounded in any way rude though - in fact that was very much true. The school was, in fact, very much recommendable in Sweeney's opinion.
    Stepping up to the pair, he offered his hand to the man first.
    "Feel like I should know ye. I'm Sweeney, lemme know whenever ye wanna have that flask refilled."
    He grinned, definitely deciding that even if a possible future student was around, he didn't owe it to anyone to be professional during a fucking Christmas celebration.



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    The professor had overheard them, causing Qrow to straighten his posture (which was shit when it was relaxed.) The trite yet genuine chain of encouragement was appreciated, and very similar to the careless pitch Qrow often made to kids with talent that he met out on the streets-- kids who, while he'd love to see them join the school, were nothing of importance compared to his niece who received a more eloquent persuasion from her uncle.

    Qrow shook the man's hand like a responsible adult, though it seemed that neither of them really wanted to play that role tonight, judging by their mural friend Mr. Alcohol. He was glad to regain a name to the acquaintance's face, and this time it would definitely stick.

    "Qrow" After offering his own name, he joked with a small chuckle, "Or, according to Sans; 'Gloom.'" then explained, "I uh... I guard the gate to Schola. Here and there." That didn't mean Sweeney should know him. Qrow made a point not be all that pleasant to work with and didn't make an effort to talk more than he had to in order to complete his job.

    It wasn't like he hated his job. He loved it. In between bouts of deeply nagging worry about what could possibly go wrong provided his presence, he felt an excitement and happiness at being there. Gate keeping was the best way he could be involved with the school and serve it yet keep himself a good distance away from it at the same time. No matter how one could look at it, what Qrow did for the institution, he did for its own safety. Sparse hours, caustic, unfriendly attitude, and all.

    "I'll keep that in mind, thanks." He smiled at Sweeney's kind offering to share his booze before introducing blondie. "This is Yang. Also known as 'Glee.' She's my niece." He folded his arms and resumed a carelessly relaxed posture as he smirked proudly at her.




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  12. Eel O'Brian

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    All right, all right! Plas grinned from ear to ear, not quite literally for once, as his new pals took their presents. This was what it was all about!

    However, you couldn't be cheery on a grumbling stomach - it was in fact scientifically impossible - and so when everyone began to migrate to the food table, Plas quite happily followed suit. There was a decent little spread going on here, he had to admit; some stuff looked, well, frankly a little unusual even for his tastes, but Eel knew a cookie when he saw one and he immediately fell completely in love with the one he saw.

    "Oh man, this is just what the doctor ordered. Hey, Sans, what flavour'd you make these, anyhow?"
    Not paying attention was a habit of Eel's, and one he'd cultivated over many years, but when he was asked about his super-duper stretchy skills he just had to answer. Flipping his head around 180 degrees on its neck, Eel addressed the young lady who'd asked such a thoughtful question.

    "You don't know the half of it, pal. I'd call it a total fluke, but I think "fluke" doesn't do it justice. It was a very weird day, let's just say that. Hey, wait, did I hear that right - do you guys have codenames for each other? Are you guys superheroes or something?"
    Jeez. Sans really did know all the cool people, huh?

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    Yang liked the stretchy guy. She couldn't really fathom what kind of bad day led to being elastic for the rest of your life, but hey, it could be worse. At least it seemed like a useful power and he seemed to be having a good time with it. At the mention of super heroes though, Yang couldn't help but smirk. While she wasn't officially a superhero, being a huntress in training and all kind of automatically made you in the same tier.

    "Sure you could say that," Yang replied with a grin. "Fighting bad guys and all that comes with our jobs."

    Some other guy had walked up. A real rough-around-the-edges type for sure. Uncle Qrow began talking about him, loudly enough for the guy to notice them too, and sure enough he walked over. He definitely was an imposing figure for sure and battle worn. She could probably learn a lot from a guy like this. The thought of the school did give her a momentary glow of excitement. Not many people would have the opportunity to learn how to fight in a place so diverse and different. While the idea of not being able to come home was hard to accept, it was at least a more opportunistic way of looking at things.

    "Hiya," Yang replied after being introduced. She added with a wink, "He's not that gloomy when you get to know him."

    "What do you teach there Sweeney?"
     
  14. Sans

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    It had actually taken a moment for Sweeney to realize Sans was already aware of what he was talking about and for that the skeleton earned himself a light punch to the shoulder. Sweeney seemed to be in a good mood, he even got some silly headband with antlers that Sans just let him on top of his Santa outfit, but more impressive was that the leprechaun got one for himself and willingly put it on. Now that said something.

    Sans left to go do his whole Santa gig and left Sweeney to do some work talk with Qrow and Yang, not exactly what he would call the best topic to discuss at a party, but whatever worked for him. While he was digging through the presents, suddenly Cheryl started talking to him about how he was friends with one of her teachers.

    "huh? you're his student? wow, that's some small world."
    It really was, all things considered, but that wasn't important right now. "anyways, here, merry four-days-early christmas."

    He handed her what looked like a simple giftbox, but little did she know that Sans actually made it one of those jack-in-the-box things and a skeleton puppet (of course) would spring out of it right in front of her face the moment she opened the box. However, the puppet had a smaller gift in a little bag attached to its hand, which contained a simple necklace that looked like it was made with golden flower petals.

    Plas then began asking him about what flavour he made the cookies which... as far as he knew was meant to be just chocolate, but what would be the fun of letting him know that right?

    "you really don't know me very well if you think i actually prepared all of that myself." It was much easier to just buy it or get someone else to do it for you. He had enough money for something like that, luckily. "thanks for the vote of confidence though."

    He then began digging through the gifts again, though he took a moment to just look at whatever was gonna be Cheryl's reaction to opening hers. Now, where was Sweeney's gift again...
     
  15. Heather Mason

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    'Small world' was one way to put it, Heather supposed. She wasn't sure what to even do about the knowledge that she was going to be partying in the same place as one of her professors, or the fact that he was wearing reindeer antlers. The party was already turning out really differently from how she expected, what with the surprisingly cheerful attitude of the professor she had never assumed would be quite so joyous.

    She wondered if trying to talk to him would just make things awkward. Maybe it would be best to just avoid him completely, get through the party without him recognizing her and then just never bringing it up again. Some people would probably be planning out blackmail or something, but that wasn't really her style.

    Those thoughts were interrupted by the sudden gift being shoved into her hands. Huh, Sans really did like to give things, she noticed. The phone, the music box, and now this. Of course she didn't wait to open it up.

    As soon as she made it past the wrapping paper and opened the box, she was given a face-full of skeleton. Of course, she screamed in surprise and dropped it. She'd had enough close calls that her immediate reaction was to flee.

    That didn't last long, however, as she soon remembered where she was and who had given it to her. With a furious glare she yelled, "goddammit Sans! That's not funny!" She even stomped her foot for good measure.
     
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    "DID SOMEBODY SAY....GODDAMMIT SANS?" Papyrus announced as he walked through the front door. "BECAUSE THAT LINE IS STRICTLY RESERVED FOR ME."

    As the skeleton walked through the door, it was clear he had experienced quite the journey. His santa hat was ruffled and bent at an odd angle. He also appeared out of breath with a few dirt stains on his face. He also had carrot in one hand. In the other was a gallon of eggnog.

    "WHATEVER HE DID," he said, wiping at his face with the back of his hand, "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. SANS, APOLOGIZE FOR WHATEVER YOU DID."

    Walking over to the table of food felt like something out of an epic movie. Everything was slowed down as Papyrus approached, his eyes focused on the one empty spot on the table where the eggnog would be placed. He had done it. He had accomplished the impossible. While the journey had been long and arduous, Papyrus had fulfilled his duty as an exceptional host. It was all coming together. Once this eggnog sat on that table, then he would achieve the party perfection he had worked so hard for.

    With an enthusiastic slam, Papyrus set it on the table. "I DID IT!!!!" Papyrus shouted, raising his hands in the air. A single tear fell from his eye. At long last, the journey had come to a close. All the planning had lead up to this moment.

    "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE ACHIEVED THE STATUS OF EXCEPTIONAL HOST!!"
     
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