It doesn't escape Bill just how tense Sans is appearing to get over a little glass shattering and the Triangle smashes the next tumbler even harder, in the hopes of more provocation. The skeleton's words halt the drive for violence by quelling it with curiosity, however.
“IT DOES, HUH?”
It's spoken casually, but it's more of a question than it probably should be. Apart from what felt like a blink of his time running Weirdmageddon, Bill could scarcely recall the last time he felt much of anything, the amusing synapse firing from his various puppets aside.
One didn't feel themselves 'tripped' up by traveling through the various nooks and crannies of space and time when none of it was real to begin with. Reality was an illusion-- It was all in his head. Well. Not usually his head. More like whatever sap happened to be constructing his living space at that given moment. That wasn't the point.
Bill can't just dismiss Sans words so easily though. Its probably the first bit of info he's been fed from the other, that wasn't composed entirely of puns and evasion. Still. There's something annoying about it.
“SOMETHING is only UNPLEASANT when its DIFFERENT from what you KNOW. BALANCE is MEANINGLESS unless you decide RIGHT SIDE UP, is the only way to be.”
If Bill no longer felt the disorientation of being lost to space and time, the rest of existence could adapt- and if they couldn't what good were they for any way? The triangle snaps his fingers and the whole bar flips upside down, He, remaining perfectly in place. Sans wants to keep his balance? Let's see him think fast enough to keep it.
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“IT DOES, HUH?”
It's spoken casually, but it's more of a question than it probably should be. Apart from what felt like a blink of his time running Weirdmageddon, Bill could scarcely recall the last time he felt much of anything, the amusing synapse firing from his various puppets aside.
One didn't feel themselves 'tripped' up by traveling through the various nooks and crannies of space and time when none of it was real to begin with. Reality was an illusion-- It was all in his head. Well. Not usually his head. More like whatever sap happened to be constructing his living space at that given moment. That wasn't the point.
Bill can't just dismiss Sans words so easily though. Its probably the first bit of info he's been fed from the other, that wasn't composed entirely of puns and evasion. Still. There's something annoying about it.
“SOMETHING is only UNPLEASANT when its DIFFERENT from what you KNOW. BALANCE is MEANINGLESS unless you decide RIGHT SIDE UP, is the only way to be.”
If Bill no longer felt the disorientation of being lost to space and time, the rest of existence could adapt- and if they couldn't what good were they for any way? The triangle snaps his fingers and the whole bar flips upside down, He, remaining perfectly in place. Sans wants to keep his balance? Let's see him think fast enough to keep it.