It's easier, somehow. It's easier to face someone who screams and yells and gets angry. Not like facing someone who doesn't say a word, whose thoughts and intentions you can only make educated guesses at. Who simply no longer cares. Who sees you as nothing but an obstacle.
Tim turns and runs.
Well. That wasn't entirely what Sans was expecting.
"wait--"
Tim knows full well that Sans can teleport. Does he think Sans won't follow?
Sans lets him get about twenty yards away before he teleports to catch up. It's gotta be unsettling, he knows--something following you without moving. Something that's just there every time you glance back.
He wonders if Tim is going to ever forgive him for this. And he keeps following.
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It's easier, somehow. It's easier to face someone who screams and yells and gets angry. Not like facing someone who doesn't say a word, whose thoughts and intentions you can only make educated guesses at. Who simply no longer cares. Who sees you as nothing but an obstacle.
Tim turns and runs.
Well. That wasn't entirely what Sans was expecting.
"wait--"
Tim knows full well that Sans can teleport. Does he think Sans won't follow?
Sans lets him get about twenty yards away before he teleports to catch up. It's gotta be unsettling, he knows--something following you without moving. Something that's just there every time you glance back.
He wonders if Tim is going to ever forgive him for this. And he keeps following.