Ricky laughed to himself as he went into the ground, he was
fortunate enough to have two secret skills. One was the ground
would open for him, and the other was he could set himself on fire
and he and his suit would be fine.
Ricky smiled, he had a few abilities that Ian seemed to lack. It
made sense somewhat. He was from 1888, so he was a lot older.
Seniority won in the case. As his elder, he should teach the
younger skeleton.
(Name: Sans
Age (5-10)[50-100 for vampires if your character(s) are]: 9
Appearance:
Monster or Human? [Be specific!]: Skeleton, he doesn't know if he's
a revanant or a skeleton.
Personality: To be RPed.
Crush: None yet.)
Ian looked at Chara as she left. "C-Chara... SHE'S ON MY LIST!!"
Ian screamed.
Sans, as he walked into camp, looked at Ian, "You have a list?"
"Yep. A list of things I'm terrified of. Creepy genocide route
takers are on it. Second only to dogs." Ian replied.
(@Iky, I'm sorry. But I kinda wanted Sans... so I made him... and
SINCE CHARA, FREAKING CHARA, IS HERE, I LOVE SANS SO I MADE
HIM.)
Ian looked at Ricky, "But I wanna be like Sans..."
"Um... Random skeleton guys, I'm gonna go... it's a bit
tibia-xpected for this to be an awkward conversation." Sans said,
not noticing Imi, and walking away.