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Road Trip!

These guys quit their jobs right before their epic trip.

The Road Trip Meme

How To:
1. Post with your character and the usual information in the subject line and/or comment box. Be sure to include preferences!
2. Others tag you, and will you look at that, you're now on a road trip together! For some reason.
3. Optionally, roll from 1-16 to get your scenario.
4. Have fun and be excellent to each other!

Taken and slightly modified from this previous meme.

1: LOST You should have made a "left toin at Albuquerque," or maybe you've been holding the map upside down this whole time! Whatever it is, you're hopelessly LOST. Will you make it back on the path to your destination, or will you find a new adventure? Try not to open any hatches.

2: Tourist Trap Okay, you're all for seeing the sights, but World's Biggest Doorstopper? World's Smallest Chicken? World's Noisiest Whistle? Do we really have to stop here, too?

3: Car Trouble Maybe you got a flat tire. Maybe your engine's stalled. Or maybe you just overestimated how far you could get on a half tank of gas. Either way, you're broke down on the side of the road and the nearest station is miles away; either fix it yourself or you better get behind it and push!

4: Bad Weather Driving in the rain? No problem. Driving in torrential downpours or a blinding blizzard? Big problem! Better find a way to get out of the storm fast!

5: When Ya Gotta Go... Didn't I tell you to go before we left? Well, even if you did, maybe you shouldn't have had that 44 ounce Super Big Gulp, because there's not another rest stop for miles. Maybe you can find an empty bottle in the back...

6: Road Delays Stuck in traffic? Stuck at road construction? Stuck in a funeral procession? Bridge out? Whatever it is, it's blocking your way. Do you wait patiently, or maybe find your own way around it?

7: Smokey and the Bandit Oh no, those blue lights behind you can't be good. Maybe you should just pull over and accept your speeding ticket like a decent citizen. Or, maybe you should floor it. High speed chase anyone?

8: Night Driving You decided to drive through the night, and now it's one AM and you're all out of coffee. Wake up a friend and make them help you stay awake; falling asleep at the wheel is dangerous!

9: Ghost Town Boy, this town sure is quiet. And... kind of creepy. Oh God, did something in those corn rows just move? I hear banjo music; CAN'T YOU DRIVE ANY FASTER?!

10: Roadkill Good going, you hit an animal. I sure hope you feel good about yourself. Now you've killed the poor- oh, it's still moving? What do we do now!?
10a: The I Know What You Did Last Summer Edition That animal you hit was a little more human than you care for... oh dear...

11: ROAD RAGE That jerk cut me off! How dare he!? I'll make him pay! Or maybe you cut off a less-than-friendly driver of your own, and now he's after you...

12: Carjacked Awww, that was a good lunch. ...Wait, I know this is where we parked... Dude, where's the car!?!?

13: Hitchhiking Who said you needed a car for a road trip? Stick that thumb out and catch a ride where you're going. Maybe you and a buddy are chillin' with the pigs in a trailer, or maybe that nice looking hitchhiker you picked up down the road is not as nice as you thought...

14: Fantasy Car Roads? Where you're going, you don't need roads. If you're in Doc's DeLorean, anyway. Or maybe the car is really Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Or KITT. Or the Batmobile. Or a Transformer! Whatever it is, this car is NOT normal.

15: Road Head Obligatory sex-in-the-car option. Pulling over is the better and safer idea but some people just can't stop...

16: Are We There Yet? Roller's choice! Pick your favorite option, or two, or three, or just roll with whatever feels right!

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"It sure is."

Sans sits on the hood of a rusted old car on the other side of the road and holds his bottle of ketchup out in front of the World's Biggest Ketchup Bottle. If Sans could look at Toriel half as dreamy as he did at the towering bottle in front of him, maybe they would have started dating sooner. The skeleton grins.

"Man. That's a beauty. Y'know, they say it's the world's biggest ketchup bottle, but do ya think it's the world's biggest bottle OF ketchup?"

Meaning: do you think there's actual ketchup in it.

"Probably not, but... ehh. A monster can dream, right? Man. You could go toma-tose in a place like this."

Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Of course that's his question. From what he can tell, there probably isn't actually ketchup in there. "Unless the factory is using it as a placeholder, like some sort of..." Uh. "Ketchup silo, until they can bottle it, it's going to be empty." Okay, farm boy. "And even if that's the case, you can't take it with you."

Hmph.

His hands are on his hips. He genuinely looks annoyed. "You're making me question your condiment-ment to my time, Sansy." Yes! Acting. "...but honestly, is that all you brought me here for?"

"Nice one. I like the idea, though. A ketchup silo. Maybe Grillby oughta barrel the stuff."

Gross. Anyway, Sans leans back against the car, just admiring the view. The windows of the old car he's on are long gone, but thankfully the entire interior was filled with sand. For some reason. There's pretty much on the Route 66 of deserts right now.

"Not really. I just wanted to enjoy the view for a sec."

Pause. He's already chugging the regular-sized ketchup.

"... So did Papyrus tell you? He ran into some pretty nasty guys the other day. Undyne stepped in and scared 'em off, they both told me about it."

"Gross." It would get disgusting. He has a feeling that Sans wouldn't care, but standards exist for a reason! It wouldn't hurt the skeleton to get some.

Mettaton joins Sans on the car (carefully as to not crush it with all his majesty) by the time he's talking about his brother. Something... happened? Nasty guys? Undyne had to step in...?

He looks enraged. This is not an act.

"...what happened, now?"

Sans sets the bottle next to him. He cranes his head in Mettaton's direction and opens one eye.

"Yeah. Me, Papyrus, and Undyne caught a movie the other night. We didn't get out 'til late, so we stopped by a convenience store on the way home. Pap waited outside and... well. Some creeps started harrassing him. I was inside."

Though his attitude stayed casual Sans turns his head away, pretending to look at something but not quite showing his face. Another small spurt of guilt hit him, knowing that something might've happened to Papyrus when he was only a few feet away from the whole thing, overly tired and distracted by a stupid slushee machine and too-loud music.

Normally, he was better than that. Sans knew better than to think he could always be there, but... maybe it just reminded him of all the times he couldn't do anything about it anyway. Who knows. He didn't.

"Anyway. He wasn't hurt. Undyne saw them out the window and threw some muscle around before they could touch him."

Edited (thought of something to add) 2016-01-22 07:55 (UTC)

Sans glances away and Mettaton does the same, LED-eyes finding everything but Sans. Papyrus isn't a child; he doesn't need anyone holding his hand. And what with his schedule, it's not like Mettaton has the time to do anything like that anyway. His boyfriend isn't an idiot. He understands danger. He knows that some people are just cruel and want to take it out on anyone they can.

...but Undyne was right when she was giving the robot the riot-act. Papyrus is just too nice.

"And of course, he just wanted to talk them out of it?" Do you think everyone can be a better person if they just tried? Ha. It's such a sweet sentiment. It's honest and selfless and one of the reasons he loves such a simple pile of bones.

But not everyone deserves that patience.

"I'm assuming you talked to him about this?" What else could they do? Make it explicitly clear that anyone who laid a hand on him was getting seven different shades of dead?

For the most part, Sans knew all those things too. Not all of them, but... most of it. Hell, he still looked up to the kind of patience Papyrus had with people. Sans had his own brand of it, but that was different. He gave people a chance before he judged them. People could change, do better, forgive... he saw that in Frisk, Asgore, and others.

Of course, that doesn't mean you're completely innocent or naive. Sans knew not everyone was a good person either. His kindness wasn't unconditional. But he WANTED to believe that everyone could change like Papyrus did, it was just... harder to believe. Hey, though. That's what he had a cool brother for, right?

"Yeah. Tried to. It's not the first time I've done it..." That's another story. "I think he gets it. My brother's tough, but you know how he is by now."

"Stubborn and incorrigible." That about summed it up, honestly. Normally, it was cute. In situations like this... not so much.

Ugh. He's so mad!! Ages spent worshiping humans and wanting to be one and now that he's here, they've set their sights on his sweet, perfect sugarskull! Like they can smell the kindness on him and want to destroy it! It's almost enough to make him wish him and Alphys hadn't been lying about the human-destroying features.

He's slinking into his spot on the car. Annoyed. "Thank you for telling me, Sans, but... why?" Because, again. Now he's just upset.

"Yeah. That."

The moment passed, and Sans finally lifts his head and stares straight on ahead. Bony fingers drum at the ketchup bottle in his hands, sitting on his non-stomach. He's quiet for a moment.

"... You'd do the same thing Undyne did, yeah?" It's a stupid question. Sans knew he would, but he wants to hear it out loud. "Look after him if I can't, I mean."

It is a stupid question. It's hardly a question at all. Mettaton so very rarely lets himself get dragged down with anger; it's such a nasty emotion. But the thought of someone laying their hands on his boyfriend...

It's the same sort of quiet rage when someone is threatening poor, quiet Blooky or shy, patient Alphys. "If they had done that while I was around, they wouldn't have walked away," he mutters, fingers bending the metal of the car as he digs his "nails" into its rusted surface. Then, all at once, the anger is gone. He's smiling like this is a commercial, letting his hair flip with the wind. "After all, it's been so long since we've aired an episode of Attack of the Killer Robot!"

Welp. That sure is some quiet rage happening. Sans keeps his eyes on the giant ketchup bottle in front of them, but he can definitely hear it.

"...Heheheh. Cool" Finally, he tilts his head back. "Fortunately, no crippling or chainsaws necessary. Between you, me, Frisk, and Undyne, though... we could practically tag team this."

Too late. Mettaton has that look in his eye that means he's already planning it! There needs to be an obstacle course with plenty of death-fields and invisible electricity walls and bombs!! Ooooh yes, the bombs! And piranhas!!

He may be leaning against the car and lifting a leg in thought of revenge. Maybe.

Wait, Sans is talking. "Hm? Yes, it'll be a match for the ages!! Ohohohoho! Believe me, darling. They'll learn."

"Trust me. Between you three, it oughta."

Sans purposely leaves himself out of that sentence. He still a little guilty about it all, despite knowing better. Still, he's definitely not excluding himself from the Papyrus Protection Squad. Not in a million years. He finally turns to Mettaton.

"Thanks a million. That means a lot."

Mettaton already got points for making Papyrus happy, but knowing Sans could trust him to look after his brother meant even more to him.

Hmmmmmmmm. It could be suspicious that Sans wasn't including himself in that, but MTT knew him and his relationship to his brother long enough to know that he wasn't trying to be lazy. This isn't about looking out for Papyrus because he didn't want to. It's just doing it when he can't.

...which is still odd.

He's tilting his head at Sans. "You're not dying, are you?" He's joking, but he does faintly remember spending one alcohol-tinged night in the past assuming that Sans had some sort of soul cancer.

...he didn't, right? God, he didn't remember that night.

"Huh?"

With that heart-to-heart out of the way, Sans WAS about to take another swig of the strong stuff (re: fucking ketchup), but that comments gets his attention. He quirks a non-eyebrow and looks back to Mettaton.

"Uh, no? You talkin' figuratively or literally? If this is about my one hit point, I'll tell ya I've gotten by my whole life up 'til now. Teens included."

On the other hand, he wasn't one of those teens way back when who decorated Gyftrot and started the whole Underground Christmas tradition.

"Ha!" Mettaton waves the skeleton off, laughing at his sudden defensiveness. "No, darling. You just sound so dire."

He stretches his arms up behind his head (like he even needs to) and leans against the hood of the car. Baring the giant bottle of ketchup, there is something innately relaxing about spending time in the middle of nowhere. Not to stay; he could never do that again. But... just taking a moment is nice. You know. Before he has to be star somewhere else.

"You know I'm always going to look out for Papyrus, but so are you."

"Heheheh. Yeah. I'm like Papyrus. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

Naturally.

Sans holds his ketchup out and closes one eye like he's sizing up the enormous ketchup tower in front of them. He's quiet again for a second, just enjoying the moment right along with Mettaton.

He might as well be at least a little honest. It's not like he was 100% lip-locked all the time. He doesn't even have lips.

"... heh. I'll be straight with ya. I'm not... all that good at the big brother thing sometimes. Long story. So it's good to know he's got friend he can rely on too, besides me."

Not everyone was out to hurt his brother. Papyrus wasn't a child, he knew that. Actually, he looked up to his brother in a lot of ways. Here, on the surface, he could look after his brother in ways he couldn't before. It was just hard to forget all the times he couldn't.

Whatever. Things were different now, right? ... He hoped.

That's... not what the robot was expecting. It's probably sad. He's so used to seeing Sans as aloof and humorous that it's hard to remember there's a person underneath the smile. A person with the occasional doubt, like himself.

Mettaton decides he doesn't like it. At least not the doubt.

With a hiss, the joint connecting his hand to his arm pops open and a cold MTT-brand Carbonated Beverage bottle falls out of the hollow metal. He was going to save this until he was with his band, but this called for drinks.

He holds it out between his fingers, waiting for Sans to connect them in a little toast. "To family?"

... Somehow, the fact that MTT could keep brewskis in his arm doesn't surprise him. A pause passes. Then, slowly, the skeleton nods. He meets the other halfway, toasting with his ketchup bottle in a not-so-click.

"Family. I like that."

Post-toast, his phone buzzes. Sans blinks and pulls it out of his jacket. After a moment, he grins.

"So Papyrus doesn't believe that I'm at the world's biggest bottle of ketchup."

Which is why he's going to take a picture of it, carefully making sure he gets his awful slippers in the shot.

Edited (thought of something) 2016-01-27 04:47 (UTC)

It's not the great clink he was hoping for, it but works. It's a distraction. That's all it needs to be.

He's taking a sip when the phone goes off. Aww, sugarskull... He should be here with them. It's only fair.

But wait, a photo?? He's into it! And so is his leg!! Because he's trying to stretch it into the frame.

"Nice."

Sans snaps the picture and looks over his phone. He holds up the picture to Mettaton for a moment, then starts a new text.

"'Better believe it, bro. Me and MTT are ketching up.'"

"Mmheehahahaha!" Ugh, he was doing that awful, breathless laugh he always ended up doing whenever his boyfriend was involved. It was so embarrassing when it wasn't around just him! Mettaton's already covering his mouth as he imagines the punrage.

He does a mock swoon once he controls himself enough. Stupid adorable skeleton. "Tell him I'll be back to see him tomorrow night! I wanted it to be today, but if I miss one more rehearsal, dearest Napstablook might start getting saucy with me."

Holy crap, Sans wishes he was recording that. He quirks yet another "eyebrow" at Mettaton, then grins and looks back at his phone.

TAKTAKTAKTAKTAK.

"Got it. That and..." At this point, he starts mumbling to himself as he types. "'Also going to the store later'... 'you want anything'... hmh. Think they got that ice cream he likes on sale, too..."

Point being, he's not as bad at being a brother as he says he is.

He lifts his head.

"He likes strawberry, by the way."

TAKE NOTES.

Sans was better at being family than Mettaton, at least. Not as if that's hard... It's nice seeing him texting his brother happily again instead of doubting himself. Mission accomplished.

And... Oh! Strawberry ice cream? He nods his head, saving that information for later use. There has to be an occasion. Maybe a strawberry Starfait?? A. Strawfait?

Ugh, that's like three puns stacked on one another. That's two too many.

Ah. As nice as this bonding is, the sun seems really close to setting. He bounces his heel against the car's bumper, waiting for Sans to finish. "You about ready, darling? I wasn't kidding about those rehearsals."

"Huh?"

Sans had just sent off his message when MTT gets his attention again. He looks up.

"Oh, right. Yeah. I'm ready." Being the shorter one, especially compared to a goddamn beast like Mettaton, it takes him a second to slide off the hood. But he's good.

It was a good talk. Besides, he killed two birds with one stone. The Papyrus Protection Squad was formed, and he got to look at a giant bottle of ketchup. He looks up at it with one last tiny grin.

"I'll take ya back. I know a shortcut."

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