What's wrong, Sans? Too much of a coward to fight me?
[He steps forward, strides long and confident as he makes his way to the skeleton.]
It's a pity that you saw me here. I couldn't care less over whether or not you live; all that mattered is that you wouldn't think twice about not seeing Mettaton around for awhile.
[He shrugs, a big and dramatic display, hands outstretched as he smiles to himself.]
As introductions go, this one certainly is a stellar way to happen. But... before I get rid of you completely, there's one thing that needs to be fixed.
[His face snaps from a haphazard smile to deadly focus.]
That hoodie of yours? It's mine.
[The memory advances in a way reminiscent of things that happened long ago...]
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What's wrong, Sans? Too much of a coward to fight me?
[He steps forward, strides long and confident as he makes his way to the skeleton.]
It's a pity that you saw me here. I couldn't care less over whether or not you live; all that mattered is that you wouldn't think twice about not seeing Mettaton around for awhile.
[He shrugs, a big and dramatic display, hands outstretched as he smiles to himself.]
As introductions go, this one certainly is a stellar way to happen. But... before I get rid of you completely, there's one thing that needs to be fixed.
[His face snaps from a haphazard smile to deadly focus.]
That hoodie of yours? It's mine.
[The memory advances in a way reminiscent of things that happened long ago...]