There is very little in the universe that surprises Princess Peach anymore.
She's been turned into a painting by ghosts, kidnapped by a doppelganger made of paint, had an alien AI fall in love with her, been whisked off to every castle under the sun, had stars rain down on her castle more than once, driven a race car, played life size board games on a giant cake, and even quite recently travelled the world with a talking tiara on her head.
So when she's leaving her new room at the Oak & Iron and she sees a skeleton sitting at the bar reading a familiar-looking little map, well, that's hardly any different from encountering a Dry Bones, is it? But then after a moment, she realizes he looks a bit familiar.
During her most recent stint at a certain interdimensional multiverse fighting tournament, one she's been attending for many years, there was someone new. Someone who Peach had whiled away several gaps between matches with, having a number of delightful chats. Someone who had talked often of a brother.
Peach came up to the bar primly, tapping her currently un-gloved fingers on the skeleton's acromion. "Pardon me, sir," she said. "We haven't met, but--- you wouldn't happen to know anyone named Sans, would you?"
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She's been turned into a painting by ghosts, kidnapped by a doppelganger made of paint, had an alien AI fall in love with her, been whisked off to every castle under the sun, had stars rain down on her castle more than once, driven a race car, played life size board games on a giant cake, and even quite recently travelled the world with a talking tiara on her head.
So when she's leaving her new room at the Oak & Iron and she sees a skeleton sitting at the bar reading a familiar-looking little map, well, that's hardly any different from encountering a Dry Bones, is it? But then after a moment, she realizes he looks a bit familiar.
During her most recent stint at a certain interdimensional multiverse fighting tournament, one she's been attending for many years, there was someone new. Someone who Peach had whiled away several gaps between matches with, having a number of delightful chats. Someone who had talked often of a brother.
Peach came up to the bar primly, tapping her currently un-gloved fingers on the skeleton's acromion. "Pardon me, sir," she said. "We haven't met, but--- you wouldn't happen to know anyone named Sans, would you?"