Alphonse Elric is NOT the Fullmetal Alchemist (notthefullmetal) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-28 00:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | alphonse elric, sans |
WHO: Sans and Al
WHAT: Practice goes awry
WHEN: 6/19, early morning
WHERE: Al's room
WARNINGS: TBA / low
STATUS: Incomplete
Okay. This was gonna work.
After his adventure to L.A. yesterday, Sans was determined to figure out how in the hell he'd...teleported? Short-cutted? Poofed? Whatever he’d done, he was gonna do it again. He wasn’t sure how he did it the first time since he’d basically just rolled out of bed and all of a sudden, L.A., but there had to be a method to this. Did he, like, picture where he wanted to go? (Probably not since he’d never even seen Dodger Stadium before so there was no reason he’d decide to go there.)
But, without any other ideas on what to do and, by this point in the day, 100% out of all other ideas, he figured it was worth a shot. So he pictured, in his mind, Papyrus’ room back in the apartment in New York. Race car bed, actions figures carefully arranged, computer tucked into a corner and his brother, there, smiling at him as he appeared and preferably not questioning it because Sans really wasn’t sure how he was gonna answer this one. Okay, picture going, Sans squeezed his eyes shut, clicked his heels for good measure (it worked for Dorothy, after all), and…
...well. Something had happened. He wasn’t in the guest room at the di Angelo house, anyway. Sans opened his eyes, looked around, acknowledged that this wasn’t Pap’s room (no nightlight, and the bed was on the wrong side), and realized that he was standing on something a little too squishy for comfort and looked down. That was a human being he was standing on. Shit.
Sans fell, rather gracefully he felt, off of whoever he’d landed on. It was too dark to tell but hopefully it was someone who would be understanding (heh) of the situation. Everyone had to have a few bad teleporting experiences before they got it right, right?
He should probably apologize. He wasn’t quite sure how to go about doing that since like, how do you even start? Sorry I poofed onto you and minorly trampled you? It’d have to do. Hopefully he’d get a name and could send, like, a muffin basket or something. Everyone likes muffins baskets.
***
Al had been blissfully and deeply asleep for once in what seemed like forever. He had no idea why he'd been having trouble sleeping but most nights he would find himself wide awake and staring at the ceiling. But not tonight. He had passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow and was in a contented dreamless sleep.
Well...not completely dreamless. He wasn't dreaming of alchemy or Resembool at least. Instead he was dreaming of their old house. Their old real house to be exact and he had just encountered a cat walking up to him when suddenly the tabby was ten times his normal size and pouncing on his chest.
Shooting upright and awake, the blonde had a hand on his chest. His thought of it being a weird dream was quickly dismissed as he realized that his chest really hurt and also that there was someone in his bedroom with him.
“Ed what are you doing..” He started, thinking his brother may have had one of those awful dreams. But when he flipped on his bedroom light he was more than a little shocked see that instead of his brother standing in his room it was Sans. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to come up with words (thankfully not screaming to alert his aunt and brother), but all he could come up with was “wha-..how?!”
***
Hey, Sans knew how the whole lack of sleep thing could go sometimes, and he hated to know that he interrupted someone’s sleep. Or at least was slightly bothered by it, a little. He was glad he’d managed to fall off before the guy sat up, though, ‘cause that wouldn’t have been fun.
The sudden light made Sans squint, but with a little rubbing his eyes adjusted and he waved awkwardly at Al. “Uh, hiya buddy. How ya doing? Good night going on?”
At least it was someone he knew. That was a plus. This would have been really weird with a stranger. Even weirder than it was already.
***
In reality, Al shouldn't have been surprised. After all Raven sometimes just popped up in the house. But it was different because until now al didn't know his friend had the same ability. Or how much he sucked at it from the way his chest was hurting. Not to mention that it was the middle of the night.
“Well I was sleeping,” the younger boy grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair before looking over at his friend. “So uh, when did this start happening? And why did you decide to visit me now of all times?”
***
“Weird thing to be doing at - “ Sans looked at his wrist, realized he didn’t own a watch, and shrugged, “now. Guess you needed me to make a timely visit.” He’d tried to time it so it would be right when Pap was getting up, but, well, that plan went out the window.
He shrugged again at the question. “Couple of days ago. I got up in the middle of the night and all of a sudden I was in LA. I was aiming for New York, not your room, if that makes you feel any better. Kinda missed, whoops.”
He was also starting to realize that maybe his first instinct shouldn’t have been “try to make a cross country trip” since apparently whatever he did to teleport or whatever really wiped him out. Gotta build up his teleporting muscles. Get some gains. He’d try again soon. And maybe he should start practicing at normal hours. For now, though, he needed to sit down and get his wind back before he tried to take any more ‘shortcuts’. So he plopped down on the bed next to Al. “How you been, buddy?”
***
Al rolled his eyes at his friends pun and shifted in his bed to make room for Sans. He was pretty much used to them by now, just not this early in the morning. Not to say that the blonde wasn't a morning person, but this was just a bit extreme. He knew it wasn't Sans’ fault though. He'd seen plenty of people talk about the abilities they gained and the trouble controlling them.
Hearing that his friend wanted to go to New York, the boy understood. He was trying to visit his brother. Al couldn't really be mad about that, not with everything he had done to get here to Ed.
“Maybe you should work on shorter distances first” he suggested. “Before you try going from one coast to the other.”
***
Well, the good thing about being friends with Sans is that you got used to puns at all hours of the day and night. Sans settled in a little more, leaning back on his elbows. Yeah, definitely pushed himself a little too far with this one, whoops.
“Eh, had to try this one first. Take the Mythbusters approach. Do it big first, figure out where you messed up, then try it again.” Sans yawned. “I’ll start doing something smaller in the morning, I should probably get home now.”
Only, he wouldn’t be able to take a shortcut. For one, he wasn’t really entirely sure where he was in relation to the di Angelo’s, and for two, he was way too wiped to try. But, well, Sans hadn’t met Ed before but he was a big brother and somehow he wasn’t sure a guy sneaking out of Al’s room in the middle of the night wouldn’t go over well. So. He was stuck, unless…
“What’re the chances that your brother’s not home?”
***
“I've never actually seen that show,” he commented as he watched Sans yawn. His friend looked completely exhausted. It looked like there wouldn't be anymore teleporting tonight.
“He's home,” Al replied with a yawn of his own. Why was it those things were always contagious? “But he's asleep. And if we'd woken him up, we'd know it.”
***
“You’re missing out,” Sans mumbled, scrubbing at his eyes. He should probably get home, but, well, the bed was just so comfortable. It seemed like a monumental effort to get up. Then he’d have to call Nico to come get him, again, or he’d have to try and figure out how to take the bus...just thinking about it was tiring. His eyes drifted shut as Al spoke, and without quite realizing it, he fell asleep.
***
Al watched his friend start to drift off and shook his head with a small smile. He really didn’t have the heart to wake his friend especially since it was so late and the poor guy was completely exhausted from his jump. Instead he pulled the covers up over Sans, shifted so the older boy had more room and let his own eyes close. He just hoped that they woke up before Ed or his Aunt did, wanting to avoid the potential awkwardness.