[CLOSED]

[criticallyfucked]

Who: Foster van Denend and Sans Undertale
When: Day 46
Where: The Carnival
What: Mimikyu!
Warnings: Foster and his lack of communication skills



Foster had all but forgotten his conversation with Reira, forgotten the way the heightened energies of Wismuth had pulled him under like the tide itself--

Away from that, it's a lot easier to forget and certainly much harder to make himself care, thought-poison injected into his brain or not.

He's been burning bridges and closing doors one after another, but the things he's been addressing aren't the things that bother him most--if he had any memory of it at all, he'd remember this is a pattern, but the Ringmaster only inflicted his memories on him as her punishment, she didn't contextualise them or unpack anything for him. So that opportunity for self-reflection is lost.

Instead, he goes looking for Sans.

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[osteothropy]

"You sure like to assume things, don't you?" Sans replies dryly. "I haven't said anything about where it is or what situation's it in, but you're talking to me like you know."

He doesn't really see the point in telling Foster things when he just keeps making statements about what Sans will, won't, or hasn't done instead of asking. Foster can mistrust him all he wants, and it doesn't make a lick of difference.

[criticallyfucked]

"What else am I supposed to do?" Foster is asking sincerely, but it probably doesn't sound like it. He can't exactly come up and pepper Sans (or worse, then Ringmaster) with twenty questions about Mimikyu's status and whereabouts, now can he?

"I'm not hearing otherwise," he notes--although at this point he wouldn't believe Sans no matter what he said. It's obvious to him that trying is only going to make Sans dig his heels in harder.

"And I know where I stand."