He wakes up a while later, rubbing his head. "damn..... what happened....?" Whatever this was, it was getting worse. A voice was heard outside "Sans? Are you there?" Frisk. Why were they here? Did they know? How many do?...
They start coming in, sans soul seems to burn with hate. "k-kid, stay away!" He backed away. "I want to help you." Another step. Slash miss. Memory of that time flash back, rushing back like a avalanche that could kill thousands in a second.
"i'm warning ya kil-- kid. stay away." Another. Shouldbeburninginhell. Sans collapsed to his knees, the bones and tail ripped through his hoodie. Frisk ran over but was immediately thrown back by his blue attack. A pained and furious roar could be heard
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
"Frisk. Run."
They ran. Not looking back until far away from sans. 🌟(save point)
