LOVE is shared by little white friendliness pellets, says the flower that meets them at the beginning every time, a round and friendly face that had no reason to lie to them. And it wasn't a lie. In a lot of ways, that is exactly how LOVE was shared. Do monsters know the power of a *Check?
It took them a while to work out how much Sans actually did behind the scenes. The laziness, the laid-back air, the seeming inability to do any work whatsoever - all that would inevitably come crashing down by the time they rounded the final corner and entered the golden hall lined with pillars. Always seemed to know more than he should. Always seemed to show up when he was needed. Looking out for them on the best runs. Watching from afar on the worst.
"And nothing else changes," says Frisk, sitting back in their chair with a slump. That's what it is, to truly not be surprised by anything different anymore. The snow falls in exactly the same way. The puzzles are solved by script.
"Chara...seemed to know about LOVE before I did." Their eyebrows nestle down in another frown. "I don't know how. I guess...no one would."
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It took them a while to work out how much Sans actually did behind the scenes. The laziness, the laid-back air, the seeming inability to do any work whatsoever - all that would inevitably come crashing down by the time they rounded the final corner and entered the golden hall lined with pillars. Always seemed to know more than he should. Always seemed to show up when he was needed. Looking out for them on the best runs. Watching from afar on the worst.
"And nothing else changes," says Frisk, sitting back in their chair with a slump. That's what it is, to truly not be surprised by anything different anymore. The snow falls in exactly the same way. The puzzles are solved by script.
"Chara...seemed to know about LOVE before I did." Their eyebrows nestle down in another frown. "I don't know how. I guess...no one would."
The only person that would is gone now.