Mun's been looking at fan art, and Sandy's enjoying himself

[morethanadream]

[Honestly, he finds it sweet that people care enough to draw them so much. Jack especially seems to be getting a lot of attention, which Sandy thinks is a sign of a growing base of believers. Of course, he communicates this all through swiftly changing pictures, which people may or may not be able to understand.

There is one thing he's curious about, though. With a slightly puzzled look, his dreamsand forms the image of Bunny, which then shrinks to a little cute bunny with a question mark besides it. What's with all the art of Bunny as an actual baby bunny? As far as he knows, there's been no incident of Bunny shrinking and becoming cute.

After a moment, he can't help but have a goofy grin. No matter how confusing, the pictures are adorable.]

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[psimera]

[Hello again, sand PSI user. The Commander is a bit more wary of being around you now, seeing as what happened last time -]

[- okay, but no, he still can't find bunnies threatening. Nor can he figure out what Sandy is trying to say without context.]

...
Are you looking for a shapeshifter? [More a size-shifter, perhaps...]

[morethanadream]

[That was all your fault, man. Now you know not to grab at the sand.

He frowns then shakes his head, the image of a painted egg appearing over his head, followed by the image of a rabbit. The Easter Bunny! He's asking about the Easter Bunny!]

[psimera]

[It was entirely his fault but he's gonna blame your sand. He is. Otherwise it's embarrassing.]

[Unfortunately there's no such thing as even the idea of an Easter Bunny where he's from. This is just going to be an exercise in cluelessness.]
A rabbit that lays eggs?

[morethanadream]

[Sandy frowns and shakes his head, the image turning into a rabbit painting eggs and then hiding them under a bush.

Easter! Don't tell him you don't know about Easter.]

[psimera]

[Well, he understands the images perfectly clearly this time, they're pretty obvious. He'll even say so aloud just to make sure.]

A rabbit hiding eggs?

[But an Easter? Nope.]

[temerated]

What are you?

[Sabryn is already taking photos with her cellphone.]

[morethanadream]

[He considers trying to break the cell phone for a moment, but then decides against it. It's generally advisable for the Guardians to avoid being outright seen, but he's not in his world anymore. As long as the belief of the children back home are unaffected, it doesn't matter.

Instead, he smiles and makes the silhouette of a man made out of sand. Let's see if she can figure it out.]

[temerated]

The Sandman? I thought that was just a story... but you're very lovely. Even though no one will believe me, I like having pictures like this. You're quite photogenic.

[Sabryn is polite, but her voice is oddly toneless, as if she's actively keeping emotion out of it, or has been doing so for a long time and forgot how to turn it off.]

[morethanadream]

[Oh, he's more than just a story, young lady. Sandy gives her a warm and somewhat bashful smile, then a bowler hat forms on his head, which he tips to her.

He knows who she is. He knows anyone who has ever been a child, and he knows what she dreams about. The paranormal and her father. He's wondered about giving children dreams of the deceased, but ultimately, it makes them happy, and it usually helps them get closure. That's all that really matters.

He holds out a hand, sand hovering over it and forming letters in her constructed alphabet, which float around each other in a little tap dance. Want a dream, young lady?]

[temerated]

Are you... asking me if I want to sleep? I'd rather not, sir. I haven't had many good dreams lately. [Ever since she was put in the psych ward, every night left her wide awake and shuddering when it ended.]

[2cool4guardian]

Girls like cute stuff, not giant piles of grump. That's why I get drawn the most. [A grin. Isn't he just lovely?]

[morethanadream]

[Sandy rolls his eyes, but hey, he didn't expect any different (also keywords). Though that doesn't explain why there's so much artwork of Jack with Bunny...

He shakes his head, because there are some things he really doesn't want to imagine.

Above his head, there's the image of the baby bunny again followed by a question mark. Do you know anything about that, Jack?]

[2cool4guardian]

[Dude. Dude. Don't you dare start on the shippy stuff. Jack Does Not Approve.

Yeah, don't imagine anything, please. Dreams will become nightmares that way.

Jack tilts his head, trying to guess what Sandy is asking.] You want to know why they draw little Bunny? Probably because everyone loved him when he... ah, you weren't around for that. [He says those words with lots of pain.] After you were... er, gone, things got ugly. Uglier? Everyone was losing their powers and well... Cottontail got shrunk.

[morethanadream]

[Sandy cannot unsee the things he has seen. On the plus side, he now knows what to make Jack and/or Bunny dream about if he ever needs to get revenge for something. (Unfortunately, the sandman has the potential to be a real troll.)

Sandy's mouth opens slightly and he nods, as if saying 'Ooooooooh'. Because seriously, that explains a lot. Curiously, he isn't sensitive to the fact he was dead. If anything he avoids mentioning it for his friends' sake, because he knows that even if it isn't a sore point for him, it's a sore point for them.

So instead of dwelling on that, he smiles and makes a baby bunny from sand, bouncing through the air until it bounces in front of Jack. Despite the grave implications of the form, he likes little!Bunny too.]

[2cool4guardian]

[Nobody can unsee that, sadly. It's good thing Jack doesn't sleep much then, shippy dreams are something he definitely doesn't need.

It's definitely a sore point for them, and especially for Jack, who still feels frustrated over the fact he couldn't do anything while standing right next to them. He sometimes wonders if they should talk about it, because he feels bad even if North said Sandy would be proud, but... feeling talk isn't his strength.

Jack chuckles and pokes the rabbit's tail. Aww, look at the lack of a frown.]

Yeah, you aren't the only one who likes him like that - though I guess you've already seen that. Exploring our fans' work? Need bleach for your brain yet?

[stayfluffy]

Oh! You're playing charades! Can I play?

[morethanadream]

[He smiles and nods before gesturing towards her. Your turn, miss!]

[stayfluffy]

[The little robot girl just hops from one foot to the other a moment, thinking before she finally stopped, holding up one finger with a bright smile. After this, she held that arm straight up in the air, opening and closing her fingers like a mouth before she started prancing around Sandy, her other hand pressed to her mouth to stifle giggles.

Giraffes were a good place to start! And certainly wouldn't be mistaken for anything else, like elephants.]

[morethanadream]

[Unfortunately, it looks like a prancing elephant with a trunk to Sandy. He makes the image of an elephant over his head, looking cheerful.

It's been a while since he's played any games with someone.]

[stayfluffy]

[There's a sudden flash of... something over her expression, optics dimming, the smile on her face slipping to something not quite so beaming, both hands drawing in to clasp in front of her chest as she shook her head.]

...No, not a elephant. [Everything about her was suddenly shy, hesitant. Like any young girl being shown something from a bad dream even.]

Pitch is a bitch... whose mun is being annoying and testing things out

[darkaspitch]

[With a menacing, if slightly mischievous grin, Pitch bends over Sandy, stroking the glittering image of the tiny bunny above the Sandman's head. The rabbit blackens, growing fangs, its hair becoming mangy.]

Good evening, Sandman. I hope you're having... pleasant dreams.

Pitch is indeed a bitch and also icon keywords

[morethanadream]

[Asshole.

Sandy scowls and waves his hand through the mangy rabbit, turning it gold before it dissipates. Hands off the sand, Pitch, or he'll be whipping you again.

He puffs out his cheeks and floats into the air, crossing his arms with a irate look on his face. What are you doing here?]

Oh, now you've hurt Pitchie's feelings

[darkaspitch]

[With eyes wide in feigned insult, Pitch puts a hand to his hurt heart]

Why the sour looks? Your hospitality could use some work. Is that any way to greet an old... friend... when he comes to call?

[Pitch shrugs and raises an eyebrow, allowing himself a small chuckle.]

>| Fuck your feelings, Pitch

[morethanadream]

[Haaaaaaaate.

His dreamsand forms over his head again, whipping through a series of shorthand pictures that basically translate to 'Do you even know what a friend is?'

No, Sandy doesn't feel like being nice today, if his glare is anything to go by. (He may or may not still be stinging from the whole getting killed thing.)]

No, fuck *your* feelings. Teh-heh-heh

[darkaspitch]

[Can't lie, getting Sandy angry is fun. In a dangerous sort of way. Pitch's grin widens.]
Admit it. You would get bored without me. What's life without a little fear?
[He spreads his arms as if to welcome Sandy into a hug.]
Besides, you are still alive and well. So no hard feelings?