An ship of the galaxy’s most dangerous creatures crash-lands on Earth. The aliens send a task force to recapture the escaped creatures, only to find that the humans have already managed to domesticate every last one.
At first, everyone was shocked, of course. A spaceship? Sure, it crash-landed, and sure, it had a surface-structure that made it kind of disorienting to look at it – but this meant there was intelligent live out there! There was live out there, capable of long-range space travel!
It was all over the news in an instant, as one might imagine. It was…. small. No bigger than a park in a small city would be on the outskirts of a bigger city – which is also exactly where it landed.
Then they emerged, after tearing a bigger hole into one fo the sides. Helicopters with cameras were filming, but so were people with phones, live-streaming the eventy through the arms of the police hastily scrambled to the place to hold back people until further investigation could be done.
They were big. Hunks of muscle, moving on two thicker forearms and smaller, shorter yet equally strong hindlegs. A vet among the watching crowd realized these beings had thumbs -albeit clawed- and could stand up straight if they wanted. They had thick and long white fur, blindingly white under the bright sun.
An ship of the galaxy’s most dangerous creatures crash-lands on Earth. The aliens send a task force to recapture the escaped creatures, only to find that the humans have already managed to domesticate every last one.
At first, everyone was shocked, of course. A spaceship? Sure, it crash-landed, and sure, it had a surface-structure that made it kind of disorienting to look at it – but this meant there was intelligent live out there! There was live out there, capable of long-range space travel!
It was all over the news in an instant, as one might imagine. It was…. small. No bigger than a park in a small city would be on the outskirts of a bigger city – which is also exactly where it landed.
Then they emerged, after tearing a bigger hole into one fo the sides. Helicopters with cameras were filming, but so were people with phones, live-streaming the eventy through the arms of the police hastily scrambled to the place to hold back people until further investigation could be done.
They were big. Hunks of muscle, moving on two thicker forearms and smaller, shorter yet equally strong hindlegs. A vet among the watching crowd realized these beings had thumbs -albeit clawed- and could stand up straight if they wanted. They had thick and long white fur, blindingly white under the bright sun.
Every new part of this series just makes me deliriously happy. There’s something so good about the dialogue, the perfectly snarky affection, the sharp, unfiled edges in the Fell monsters and even in Sans when he’s trying to keep his guard up. Also, omg, the appearance of Papyrus in this chapter is the best thing ever. I love almost every line he says and I had to work hard to pick a little except to pull out here, but:
<i>“Not everything is about you, Sans,” Papyrus says primly. “Or about Red.”
“I didn’t mention Red.”
“And
there’s no reason why you should’ve. Although you’re such good
friends,” Papyrus lays hard on the word, waggling his brows. “Of course
he’s on your mind. And several other things, I’d imagine.”
“Dude,” Sans groans, putting his head back in his hands. “No, c’mon.”
“Are you using protection?” Papyrus asks with a tone of genuine concern that doesn’t match his grin.
“Yeah,
I bought a muzzle.” Sans gives him the sad eyes, which are much less
effective than Papyrus’s. “You’re killing me. Uncle.”
“Yes, yes.
I’m finished for the moment, lack of uncles aside.” Papyrus reaches out
and gently rubs his knuckles on the top of Sans’s head. “It’s only
because I love you. And maybe a teensy bit because I want revenge for
all the times you’ve made my life difficult. And maybe a teensier bit
because I’m worried, as is my right as your much wiser brother.”</i>
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I MEAN HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE A PAPYRUS GETTING GLEEFUL REVENGE ON SANS LIKE THIS? IT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL THING.
my favorite picture ever is the one that says “HELL IS FULL, BITCH” and then it has the national suicide prevention hotline on it. it makes me smile every time
THIS ONE!!!!
I wonder who made these! I have this one saved:
Chaotic Good
*slamming my fists on table* I NEED MORE!!!! MORE!!!!
If anyone has the skeleton apologizing for triggering someone, I’d like that for my collection, please.
Shuri shouting out the floor is lava and recording the confusion among the avengers wondering why tchalla king of Wakanda hopped up on a counter cause goddammit his little sister pulls this shit all the time and peter is stuck on the wall because he’s also a child of the internet and understands the meme life and now his fate is sealed there will never not be a time Shuri isn’t camera ready and yelling out the floor is lava to see the wackiest places she could get peter to stick on
T’Challa ignored her once so she developed synthetic deployable lava and the next time she yelled the floor is lava it actually was. T’Challa lives in fear now because he knows if he doesn’t pretend the floor is dangerous, it will be.
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