punful: (wanna know what my name means?)
sans ([personal profile] punful) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2017-10-30 06:54 am (UTC)

[Everything goes to shit very quickly.]

[Sans gets very slowly to his feet as Jay and Tim go off, bones creaking like he's a thousand years older. He sure feels like it. Clementine is on board, almost philosophical about things, but the two men--the event just swallows them down instantly.]

[He's not supposed to be hearing any of this.]

[He catches the candy bar easily. Always has to be a hundred percent aware of his surroundings, of what's coming at him, of anything that's moving, of--everything. Even a goddamn candy bar thrown with barely any force at all.]

[He pockets it. Too late now.]


i shouldn't be here.

[Shouldn't have expected anything but another rug pull. Another crumbling of the foundation beneath his feet. You'd think he'd learn. But monsters--monsters are optimistic, to a fault. He'd be long dead if he didn't hold tightly, stubbornly, to that last bit of hope.]

thanks, clem. i appreciate that.

[He looks dully between Jay and Tim.]

for the record...friends hurt each other all the time. friends, family. maybe people just--can't exist without hurting each other. or maybe it's just people like...us. i don't know. i don't know, and i kinda...hate it.

listen...you're both being compelled. right? we all are. but i'm not part of this argument, which means...i can teleport one of you out of here and put an end to it right now. separate you two. but--only if you want, cause i know--i know teleporting is--tim doesn't like it, i'm not sure about you, jay. just--offer's on the table.

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