[They simultaneously remember and don't remember this man.
They saw a memory in Wonderland's library, a long time ago. It's obliterated itself from their memory, turned to dust. He's obscured to them, as hazy and blotted-out as the photo negative of a Lost Soul's white static. The way he looked, what he said, the sound of his voice - all lost. Nothing but a residual buried root, the faint knowledge that there was a memory, remains.
But they behold this presence, and spr_mysteryman_0.png claws its way through their consciousness. It feels like just beholding him knocks the bones of the world out of alignment, presses hairline fractures across their surface. Scratches and tears at them, makes their insides ache like too many SAVEs in a row. They know what this is. They know what's going on here.
Sans uttered his name to them, typed it out letter by letter as he shattered.
This is him, huh?
They start to smile.]
Golly, what's this? Looks like I've dug up an easter egghead.
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They saw a memory in Wonderland's library, a long time ago. It's obliterated itself from their memory, turned to dust. He's obscured to them, as hazy and blotted-out as the photo negative of a Lost Soul's white static. The way he looked, what he said, the sound of his voice - all lost. Nothing but a residual buried root, the faint knowledge that there was a memory, remains.
But they behold this presence, and spr_mysteryman_0.png claws its way through their consciousness. It feels like just beholding him knocks the bones of the world out of alignment, presses hairline fractures across their surface. Scratches and tears at them, makes their insides ache like too many SAVEs in a row. They know what this is. They know what's going on here.
Sans uttered his name to them, typed it out letter by letter as he shattered.
This is him, huh?
They start to smile.]
Golly, what's this? Looks like I've dug up an easter egghead.