Journal
Your hands brush over the worn leather of the diary. It’s been a while since you’ve looked at it. Even longer since you’ve taken a pen to its crumpled pages.
Reading through it, all these years later, is a strange sensation. You haven’t done it often, but every once and a while you’ll skim through the yellowed pages, ghosting over memories long past. Perhaps you’re being too sentimental. You’re not exactly sure what keeps drawing you back.
What you do know, however, is that every time you live through your journey once more- succinct as it may be in written form- you are renewed with confidence. Strange, maybe, but revisiting some of your worst times written out for the world to see (but privy to your eye-sockets only), well. It imbues you with strength. Strength and pride.
Yes, it might hurt, and yes, sometimes there’s a prolonged ache that burns in your chest as you take in the smudged ink, but… You’ve made it this far, haven’t you?
(And that’s why you read it again)
You unbuckle the golden strap, and lift the weathered cover, turning to the first page.
(2/3/2XXX)
well, hey, i guess.
Papyrus recommended me getting a journal and writing in it- which don’t tell him but i think is pretty dumb and won’t help me- but if it’s for him i’ll give it a try.
i don’t know how this is supposed to go? Papyrus said i could write about my feelings, or how my day went, etc.
this is kinda awkward and i don’t think i’ll be trying it again unless Papyrus makes me but maybe it’ll help? anyways, here i go i guess-
it’s been… well, ok. it’s been okay. not bad, surprisingly, and definitely not good, but ok. and that’s ok. (or at least that’s what everyone is telling me).
things have gotten better overall i suppose. i haven’t felt truly bad, which of course, is a plus- and i haven’t done anything stupid recently, which is also good.
umm, well i’m not sure what to write about now, since i’ve never really written in a journal before. maybe i’ll ask alphys? i know she has a “secret” diary back from when she was crushing on undyne… yeah, on second thought maybe that’s not a great idea.
anyways, i guess i’ll be done writing for now. you (and i know it’s not ‘you’, but Papyrus urged me to write to this diary like a person) probably won’t be seeing much more from me here so
bye
-sans
(2/5/2XXX)
welp. two days later. i’m a bit of a liar.
not gonna lie, writing my thoughts out doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. i know i didn’t write that much last time, but it felt like i had someone to talk to that i know 100% wouldn’t judge me??? that probably sounds stupid. (not like anyone’s reading this though)
writing also serves as a bit of a distraction you know? just write about whatever and you won’t have to think about anything else for a while. not that i’m gonna start writing actual stories; that’s not really my thing.
nothing really happened today, so i figured i’d describe how i got this stupid journal to begin with. well you know (and again, i don’t think i’m ever going to get used to referring to the journal as a person) that Papyrus recommended the whole writing stuff down thing. and tori and the kid were actually the ones to go out shopping with him for something to actually write in.
i don’t know how they found this gem of a book, leather bound with a thick strap across the cover, pulled into a golden buckle that shines against the worn cover. it’s certainly not new, and they probably found it at a thrift shop of some sort in town, but it’s pretty good quality and it looks as though all of the pages have been left blank. so that’s cool i guess.
so of course, with my brother being his cool, usual self, he decided that i had to be presented the book in an equally cool manner. at this point, i’m surprised he didn’t throw a party (though the others probably talked him down from doing so), but he did make a big show of giving it to me. nicely wrapped in a small box with blue paper, making sure everyone saw the gift giving process. it was kind of embarrassing, but endearing at the same time.
apparently Paps also found some sort of leatherworker or artist, so the previously barren cover was now neatly engraved with my name. not fancily done in a script, but just the word “sans.” written in lowercase, which i find honestly suits me better then something elegant. i’m not really the elegant type if you couldn’t tell.
finally though, and it makes me almost laugh every time i see it because of how great my brother is, Papyrus stuck a label on the inside cover, and written clearly in his handwriting is “PROPERTY OF SANS. IF LOST PLEASE RETURN TO HIM.” with “ALSO PLEASE DON’T READ WITHOUT PERMISSION!” written as an afterthought.
so yeah, overall a pretty nice journal and gift. it seems like everyone was in agreement that it would be worth a try to write in so… here i am. writing. in this journal.
(this is still embarrassing, god, i’m like a middle schooler writing secrets about their crush)
and despite my previous claims, as again, i’m a liar, i’m probably gonna end up writing in here again. maybe the next time i’ll have a more interesting story to tell, who knows?
bye (for now)
-sans
2/12/2XXX
it’s been a week i think. nothing’s really happened so far that’s interesting. though, i figured it’s been a while so i decided to try and at least write something.
the past few days overall have been good. i think there was a rough day or two (well not think, i know- 2/7 and 2/10) where it’s the usual shit storm that is (or was?) my life.) it wasn’t exactly too bad though, or at least not as bad as it could’ve been. Papyrus is somehow getting better at detecting what he dubs “bad days”, and he could almost tell from when i woke up. though maybe that’s because i slept in very late for one of the first times this month, but that’s besides the point.
and Paps always makes sure i feel safe and ensures that he’s always there when if i want to talk. which, honestly, i take him up on that offer more than i’d ever thought i would. he’s kinda a mother-hen on those days too, but it’s endearing.
god, if i keep this thing up, you’re (still weird) probably gonna get tired of hearing this but-
Papyrus is the best brother and kindest soul ever to exist. you can’t argue with me on this because you’d be wrong.
and that’s all i have to say about that
-sans
2/20/2XXX
hello once again.
i guess i have a bit of a story to tell this time, so get ready? i know i keep going on and on but it’s so weird referring to this journal as a person. though, i do have to admit, it does make explaining things easier.
anyways, here we go i guess.
so the other day i was doing okay. not great, but okay enough for it not to be a bad day. and then suddenly, outta the blue, the kid runs up to me from behind a corner. and i know they were just trying to give me a hug, really cute honestly, but tibia honest it scared me when they came rushing towards me so suddenly.
i think it may be clear where this is going. but don’t worry, i didn’t kill them! (that’s a bit of a morbid joke, but oh well. i can’t always have the amazing sense of humor i present myself with, can i?) anyway, i freak out because i’m back there , back in that corridor, and it’s all i can do to not throw the kid into the bookshelf behind them. and it's like time freezes for a second- i see them there, scared look on their face, probably reflecting the one on mine. they sense that i’m uncomfortable, that i’m absolutely terrified, and in return they feel the same way. they expect me to do something. i think i’m going to do something.
but... here’s the kinda good part. nothing happens. i just kinda stare at frisk, and they stare at me, and the atmosphere is tense but nothing happens. which is good, you know? because honestly if this had happened a few months earlier, i don’t think i could’ve done that. it probably would’ve ended in me physically slamming the kid into something, having a full-blown panic attack, or, more likely, both at the same time.
but i don’t do that. and maybe it’s not great to feel good about yourself for not throwing a kid into a wall, but for me… well, for me, things are always a little different. so i take this as progress, i guess.
not exactly a super entertaining story, but again, im not actually writing this for anyone (so if you’re reading this: who are you and what are you doing? stop.) so i don’t care. coolio. anyways, im about to head out on a hot date (heh heh), which is really just me being pestered to go to an anime convention with undyne and alphys. fun. and, well, that might not actually be sarcasm. it could be fun. who knows? i won’t, if i spend all day writing in this journal. so, gotta go!
-sans
it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad it’s bad-
i messed up, messed up- so bad-
how could i!? how could i!? how dare i!
papyrus im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry i screwed up again i did it im sorry im so dumb this is all my fault how could i im sorry
i failed, i failed you!-
stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid-
it was just an urge i should be able to control it why couldnt i? why couldnt i!?
papyrus im sorry so so so so sorry im such a bad brother
i cant believe- it had been going so well! i had been doing so good! but...
i fucked it up. i fucked it up bad. stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid-
im sorry i cant im sorry im so bad at every little thing i do im sorry im sorry this is stupid i had it under control but-
im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sor-
(The rest of the page is illegible, with blurred ink dripping down the paper’s edges.)
(The next few pages are torn out.)
4/23/2XXX
hey. it’s been… an even longer while. over two months since the last entry. well… at least the actual last entry. im not counting… the other one that comes after.
i don’t want to think about it. i don’t want to talk about it. papyrus says it’s healthy to talk, but i don’t think so. to not disappoint him, i’ll say something , but i’m keeping it as brief as possible.
relapses happen. sometimes that’s ok. not that you should try to- but if they happen, they happen.
i’m not erasing the evidence written here, because in some way i want to show myself i'm in a much better place right now. in a sort of perverted way, looking down on my worst self helps me become more confident in my better self. whatever. it works. i don’t feel like explaining it. no one’s reading this anyway.
sorry nonexistent or non-corporeal entity that i’m addressing here (no, not referring to napstablook) i don’t have much else to say. just figured i’d write something so it didn’t seem like i died after that last...thing. morbid but oh well. you can deal with it. bye.
-sans
4/30/2XXX
i did it again.
5/7/2XXX
for some reason, it’s bad again. everything feels like too much. writing this is an effort i’m barely willing to expend.
there’s a constant weight in my chest (or lack thereof) that i can’t seem to shake. it’s painful.
i’m thinking about gaster a lot for some reason. that’s probably not good. nothing about this is good.
5/2/2XXX
changed my meds. feel really tired. think paps is worried. kinda hard to think.
don’t know why i’m writing this.
5/7/2XXX
new meds.
5/21/2XXX
coping strategies are weird. i guess maybe i should preface that with some context, but no.
there’s just something strange about doing something you know will only work if you’re in the right mindset. and i’m certainly not in the right mindset. no matter what everyone tells me.
papyrus tells me it’s ok. alphys tells me it’s ok. tori and undyne and asgore and even mettaton tell me it’s ok. frisk tells me it’s ok.
maybe i’m the only one who thinks it’s not ok.
the word ‘relapse’ leaves a sour taste in my mouth. i don’t understand how anything like that could be considered ok. especially when i had been doing so much better! and now…
why? i just can’t understand. plain and simple.
maybe it’s the depression speaking, but i can’t find it in myself to forgive myself, even if everyone else does.
i think i just can’t believe i did it.
there’s all that talk about how recovery isn’t linear and yada yada, but it’s one thing to hear it, and another to experience it.
honestly… i don’t know how to feel.
-sans
5/21/2XXX
yes, it’s the same day as the last entry.
somehow, papyrus convinced me to write down what i am feeling even though i literally just said that i c-
well. for him, i guess, i’ll give it a shot.
i’m angry. at myself, i mean. and annoyed, because i know, i know that relapses are ok and kinda expected (trust me, i’ve heard it like a million times from everyone already), but it still feels disappointing. like i disappointed myself. it’s, well, annoying.
i also feel sorta empty. i’ve felt like this before, and it’s never good. undyne says i should try cooking with her tomorrow. something about passion being an important mental element- probably something she’s quoting from an anime. well, i’ve got nothing to lose, right? i guess entertaining myself might stop this ironically crushing feeling of nothingness.
-sans
5/23/2XXX
admittedly, undyne might have been on to something with the whole “cooking” and “passion” thing.
maybe i feel slightly better because of punching a few tomatoes (even if they were, and i quote, “the wimpiest punches in all of monster history”). don’t tell undyne though. can’t have her know i thought she was right about something. i know i can trust you with this, intangible and mysterious journal person.
you may notice it’s two days later than my last entry. that’s because alphys actually invited me to watch some random anime with her after i had finished creating a most likely inedible dish with undyne. i said yes, of course, because who could turn up the opportunity to make fun of how bouncy animators think girls’ boobs are?
i’m kidding. well, partly. i enjoy spending time with alphys, even if i have no idea what’s going on in the show. sometimes i’ll follow the plot, but other times it’s some boring slice-of-life stuff, where i’ll just crack jokes the entire time. alph pretends she hates it, but i catch her trying to hold back a laugh at most of my engenius comments.
anyway, i had a point here… oh right. we basically stayed up all night and i fell asleep in her room, so i never got a chance to write in here until now.
that’s really it though, so i guess i’ll see you next time something interesting happens.
-sans
5/30/2XXX
ok, so maybe i lied. nothing interesting happened. at least yet.
i just can’t believe how long it’s been since a RESET. like… it feels so surreal.
i don’t know, maybe i’m just getting philosophical at the wondrous hour of 1:45 in the morning, but it’s just… weird. like, good weird, obviously. i’m glad it hasn’t been RESET.
simultaneously my belief that the world won’t be RESET grows stronger, along with my fear of what happens if it does.
papyrus would probably be conflicted right now if he were up: should i be getting a good night’s sleep, or should i write out my feelings to figure them out, as i am doing. ah, what a predicament! thankfully, he’s not, though.
again, i don’t really know how to feel. i am, truthfully, more happy as of late. i spend time with everyone, and i’ve gone out to hang with friends at grillby’s a couple times this week. i even visited the library for a few hours to catch up on some reading.
frisk has been hanging out with me a lot, too. they like coloring a whole bunch, and their skills are actually really improving. hey, diary, remind me to get them some art supplies for their birthday. who am i kidding? you’re a diary, you can’t remind me about anything dire-y. (ok, maybe that was a stretch.)
speaking of birthdays, papyrus’ is coming up soon. i have no idea what to get him. i mean, there’s really nothing i can get him that would repay all he’s done for me. i want to try, though. he deserves it. i really don’t kn- i’ll have to think about it.
anywho, bye for now.
-sans
6/12/2XXX
mettaton is wondering why i keep writing in the same journal. he says he likes to buy new journals for each entry.
what an interesting guy. i see why papyrus likes him
6/15/2XXX
i finally figured out what i’m going to get papyrus. it’s kinda a two part gift.
now, because i trust my brother and know that he would never invade my privacy (unless absolutely necessary), i guess i can tell you, disembodied entity of my diary.
ok, so first, i’ve been saving up quite a bit of money from my jobs underground. (actually, as a bit of a side tangent, i’ve been looking into jobs on the surface. i think it’s time i finally settle in something. I guess that’s beside the point now, though- i’ll keep you updated). i never thought to spend it on anything, but…
well, papyrus has been eyeing this bright red convertible. there’s a small dealership in town that he passes almost every day on his way to work, and although he’s only told me about the car once or twice, i’ve overheard him raving about it to undyne and toriel and frisk- basically anyone that’ll listen. i’ve already worked out a deal with the owner of the shop, and i’m gonna go pick it up the night before papyrus’ birthday so i can park it in our driveway while he’s asleep. i think he’ll be happy about it.
the next “gift” is something less tangible. actually, it’s more of a surprise.
a while back, alphys said she was skeptical that i would ever be able to gain HP. said it was very unlikely. well…
i mean, you can see where this is going.
it’s not a big deal. it is , actually- but i’ve finally reached a whopping 2 HP. two point oh.
i remember a while back making a bitter joke internally about my body not being able to sustain having 2 HoPe. well, joke’s on old me. i’m still alive and kicking. for the most part. and i haven’t turned to dust yet, so there’s that.
it’s been steadily ticking up for a while, and i’ve held back on telling anyone. and, oh dear diary, i can’t lie to you. whoever you are. the reason i kept it a secret was i didn’t feel like getting people’s hopes up (huh, ironic) only for everything to go to shit again.
but now, though? is it bad to say i feel accomplished for reaching 2 HP? maybe. it’s still super low, but. well. the fact that i was able to reach it at all is a positive sign for the future.
so that’s a part of my gift for Paps. he’d be proud of my positive thinking, after all.
i’m not gonna be all flashy about it- like the convertible inevitably will be- but i still feel like it’s a worthwhile gift.
maybe im being too sentimental or whatever. but it really, really feels like a turning point. and one for the better.
bye
-sans
6/20/2XXX
Papyrus loved the gift(s).
…he says “hi”.
7/1/2XXX
it’s apparently been a few months with this new antidepressant alph prescribed. and i actually feel kind… good?? about it.
i have more energy (though papyrus still complains about my laziness, all in good fun), i’m finding it easier to sleep. hell, i haven’t had a nightmare in weeks.
i think this might be the one i stick with. it’s nice to not have the constant worry of the meds and how well they work on my mind. i mean, they should work on my mind, but not be on my mind, you know?
heh. i’ve been joking more too. everyone complains about it (except tori, since she’s the only one who understands taste) but i can tell that most of them are happy i’m up and punning again. except undyne. i never can tell with her.
-sans
7/2/2XXX
i think i jinxed it with the last entry. had a dream about da- fath- the doctor gaster last night. at least i think. my mind does like to give me a “best hits” runthrough occasionally, detailing all the fun shit i’ve gone through.
at least now (i think?) i recognize that all that stuff with gaster was kinda not my fault. and all the stuff i did (or didn’t do) during those countless RESETs was just me making the best out of a shitty situation. there was nothing i could have done.
it doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty, though.
-sans
8/27/2XXX
and, as summer comes to a close, i realize with an aching, non-existent heart that i’ll have to wait a whole year before i can suntan my non-existent skin at the beach again.
yeah, that’s what Papyrus has been complaining about recently. the goof.
i think he’s more upset that frisk is gonna be away at school for a lot of the day now, as september rolls in. he’s been trying to spend more time with the little rascal. he’s gonna have to wait in line, though, cause literally everyone in the house is attempting to up their ‘frisk-time’ before the kid is sent off.
and yeah, maybe i’ve been in on it too. maybe.
what can i say? the kid’s a parasite in all the best ways. it’s gonna be weird not having them as a constant presence around the house, since i think all of us have gotten used to it.
god, i’m talking like they’re leaving for college or something. they’re literally going to be home everyday at 3. i’m still gonna miss making crappy grilled cheese sandwiches with the bugger, despite the fact that neither of us are proficient with a spatula. at least tori’s guidance throughout the past couple summer months have enabled us to make something edible.
speaking of frisk, though, we’ve had a few good talks. some real heart-to-hearts. and not to get all existential again, but i’m really coming around to the idea that i won’t ever see another RESET.
i’d never thought i’d say those words.
i still haven’t, technically, since i’ve just written them down.
i’ll make sure to tell the kid.
-sans
8/28/2XXX
after writing in the journal yesterday, i realized it had been a while since i last have conversed with my mysterious ghost reader. (that’s right, i’m talking about you, diary.)
it took me a while to realize why, but it’s actually pretty simple.
i’ve been doing better. a lot better, actually. and it just doesn’t seem as necessary to get the thoughts out, when the thoughts tend to be really, pretty good.
i’m not really sure why i did decide to update it yesterday. maybe im just an old sap who’s sad about their pseudo kid leaving for school, being all grown up. maybe there’s another reason, too.
i dunno. it doesn’t really matter.
all i know is i’ve been feeling a lot better than i have in a very, very long time.
-sans
9/17/2XXX
i relapsed again.
it’s okay. i’m okay.
i think.
9/19/2XX
feeling a lot better today. me and Frisk got ice cream after school.
don’t tell tori
12/31/2XXX
hello once more.
Papyrus and i went shopping for a new calendar together. he didn’t make a big deal of it, but i know we were both thinking the same thing.
i can’t believe it’s basically been a whole year since i got that stupid dog calender. yeah, yeah, i’m calling it stupid as a term of endearment. whatever. the diary’s been helpful, too
Papyrus is always right. he knew it would be good for me.
in terms of HoPe, well. i’ve actually been surprisingly optimistic about things (or at least, that’s what Undyne is saying, but i can tell she’s pretty happy about my change in demeanor. Paps has also been a lot less worried about me recently, too, so that probably contributes).
anyway. i’m at 5 HP. five. Five. 5.0
it’s a lot to take in. i haven’t really celebrated the other “milestones” of three or four, but five seems important for some reason because. well. it’s what my HoPe was at before the RESETs started.
at what point do i stop counting the decimals? at what point do i stop counting at all? i dunno. i don’t think it matters right now. because really, the fact that i’m thinking about it is a step in the right direction.
(maybe 20 HoPe would be a good goal. but maybe having a goal in mind isn’t the right idea. because then there’s an inevitable loss, an inevitable failure to reach the goal. is it too much to ask to be normal again?)
Papyrus says i should start training with him again. try and up my stats. is it kinda weird i’m considering it? (oh diary, if you have not judged me yet, i know you won’t now. we all know you’ve seen me at my worst.)
anyway. i think it might be kinda fun. Paps always has a way to make things more enjoyable. in fact, i couldn’t even begin to describe Papyrus’ plans for new years tonight. that would take a whole other diary of it’s own. but i know it’ll be fun. everyone’s gonna be there. i think i’m actually gonna ring in the new year looking forward to the days to come. that might be a first.
-sans
1/2/2XXX
i revealed my HP to everyone. it feels really good to have this many people rooting for you.
alphys came up to me later, a bit shocked. she said i was kinda defying biology. i said that defying biology is a neat trick of mine. been doing it my whole life.
then she told me that five might actually be the cap, explained the science behind it (but told me to keep doing what i’m doing, though, since i’ve proven her wrong before). it’s apparently impressive that i pushed it that far to begin with.
i thought the news might ruin my good mood, but i’m surprisingly okay with it.
1/3/2XXX
it’s been two years. two whole years since the barrier was broken. two whole years since the last RESET.
it’s strange, actually. this time last year i was too caught up in my own head to notice the anniversary. maybe i just didn’t want to acknowledge it. maybe i subconsciously knew it would be too much to handle. i dunno.
but… two years. i can’t believe i haven’t woken up to that shitty cream ceiling in snowdin for two entire years. it’s just. wow. that’s… a long time. a long time for time to flow correctly, if you get what i’m saying.
anyway, we had a whole big shindig this time ‘round. monsters have really settled into society. grillby opened a new bar, i don’t think i’ve mentioned that yet. it’s pretty great. even if papyrus insists it’s still too greasy, i can usually get him to drop in for a milkshake.
getting a bit side-tracked, but you know me, diary. i can’t resist the temptation of a good burg.
regardless, we had a relatively big party for monsters. tori’s still working on getting her school set up, so we weren’t able to use the space there, but asgore was able to rent a big venue to host it in. the restaurant paps works in catered. so, of course, it was all breakfast food. but people seemed to enjoy it (and papyrus enjoys people enjoying his cooking, so it worked out).
frisk was the kid of the hour. obviously, since we were celebrating how they freed us all, but they looked real happy. every so often i caught them talking and signing to “themself” excitedly when they thought no one was watching.
i’m glad chara was able to find a little happiness, too.
1/7/2XXX
okay, i’m still not over it. sue me. two years! two whole years without a single RESET or even a LOAD. crazy. who’d have thunk it, huh? certainly not me.
the party was real fun, too. i keep thinking about it. everyone was there, even some humans who’ve helped out a lot with integration stuff. contrary to popular belief, i’m not the biggest party animal. but honestly, it was a… surprising amount of fun. even alph stayed the entire time. and she only watched anime on her phone for like a half hour.
what else…? it’s been a busy few days. guess i can give some life updates since it’s been a while since i’ve compiled my thoughts here.
i’ve started marking the dates on my new calendar. that’s probably a habit that’ll be hard to break, but considering the last one… yeah. not too bad. it’s almost laughably normal, in comparison.
oh, another thing. alph and tori surprised me this past gyftmas with some documents. exciting, i know. who doesn’t love paperwork?
anyway, despite joking about it, it was actually something really sweet of them to do. they gave me official documentation of my time spent working at the lab when i was younger, as well as a special certification for my schooling.
i’ve been working some odd jobs for a while now… but with this?
welp. i’ll have no excuse for laziness now.
just kidding. i’m legitimately surprised at how excited i am at the prospect of pursuing a career in science. even with all that’s happened. the documents are a little bit finagled due to the whole ‘boss/father shattering across time and space’ thing, but, well. no one can question it with the queen of all monsters having her signature on the bottom. (thanks tori. guess it helps to have friends in high places.)
i’ve been looking into a few things. alph says i’m basically a shoe-in at the lab she started working in a few months ago, especially since they’re looking for a theoretical physics specialist, but we’ll see. i’ve actually got options now! everything’s coming up roses. quite literally, since asgore’s expanded his garden into a full on greenhouse.
speaking of asgore, he and tori have been getting along a lot better. everyone’s been doing quite well for themselves, actually. as i said, alph got a job at a lab, specializing in engineering and monster biology. asgore and frisk are still contending with ambassador business and monster-human relations- though a lot less frequently, as things have been chugging along pretty smoothly now. asgore has even mentioned starting a flower business. i’m glad the big guy is gonna do something he likes for once. heavy is the head, and all that.
tori’s been working hard to set up her school. she’s a lot more tired recently, but the good kind of tired that comes from pursuing something you love. there’s lots of staffing issues and permits and insurance things to deal with, along with the last bits of construction on the building, but it’s shaping up quite well. by the time enrollment comes in september, it’ll probably be all set up. frisk is pretty excited. (i mean, look. even i’m getting excited. that’s saying something.)
undyne has finally found her calling in the role of security guard… heh heh. not quite. she originally wanted to get a job as a cop, but as well as things are progressing, it seems human society isn’t ready to handle it quite yet. undyne’s a bit peeved about the whole thing, but there’s not much she can do but wait for the larger legislative bills to roll out that protect monsterkind’s rights. apparently the legal system on the surface is about a hundred times slower than underground. who would have thought?
well. we’ll get there eventually. and once we do, i’m sure undyne will be the first monster joining the police force. actually, i’m very certain she would suplex anyone that tries to go before her. not that anyone would. because she would suplex them. duh.
and papyrus. oh man, papyrus. i’m so proud of him. he’s been working at that breakfast restaurant for a while now, and he told me the other day that they’re thinking about promoting him to head chef. head chef! he’s as excited about it as you would think. Which is to say, completely over the moon but still somehow reigning it in for fear that they’ll choose someone else. they won’t, of course. he’s too great. (also, the only other employees are teenagers. basically babies. so.)
papyrus is the best. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again.
as long as the restaurant never serves any kind of pasta, it’ll be a resounding success.
yeah. so, all in all, things have been good. great, even, though that’s probably the most optimism you’ll be getting out of me, heh.
i dunno if my HP will ever go over five, i dunno i’ll be stuck how i am forever. but i think i could live with it. i know i can. i’m… pretty happy. really happy. a lot happier than i thought i’d ever be.
i don’t think i’ve missed anything else. guess i’ll be seeing ya.
-sans
1/29/2XXX
i’ve just realized that, strangely enough, i’m running out of room in this journal it reaches it’s one year anniversary. perhaps it’s a force of irony. perhaps it’s fate.
either way, it doesn’t really matter. i think this stupid diary has served its purpose pretty well. i guess i’m starting a new chapter in my life. heh.
goodbye, you nonexistent voice i vented to via ink. i never did get used to talking to you like a person.
-sans
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You close the back cover of the journal after staring at the last page for a few moments. Its story might be over, but yours isn’t.
With a soul full of HoPe and a heart full of care, you stick the old book in its resting place at the back of your closet, and head out to face the day.