sans, sans the skeleton.

* ... i agree.

* well, i figured 'man, if i get the highest number, maybe then i could get something', then i threw them with the highest precision, and, uh.

* well, they changed it to one less than what was originally supposed to be, which was the max one.

* i did that before, the little guy nearly scammed me, though.

* it looks nice on you, miss.

[ He chuckles, moving his umbrella around. ]

* but, nah, no rain today, at least i don't think so, but maybe it's raining somewhere else, you know what i mean?

[ Sans looks up at Toriel, rubbing a red ketchup stain on his shirt. ]

* who got it to you, if i can ask?

(sans dies to the roaring knight 2)

* ... and, uh, some hanging out, we could all just avoid this.

* come on, pal, don't you remember me? i made mistakes, so did you, let's try to forgive each other.

* just, weapon down, and this will make my job much easier.

[ Arms wide open, his breathing heavy. ]

[ Sans is sparing you...? ]

[ He pulls his two hands out of his pockets, shaky and reluctant to fight, trying to believe that the kid that he used to know is still there, even given the fact that the both of them don't go well. ]

* and i figured, with some good puns...

[ Or, out of everything, really. ]

* hey, buddy.

[ His voice slips for a second, he can barely even look at you straight. ]

[ Then, he seems to lower his guard. ]

* my bro always believed that... that even the worst people can change.

[ Despite the current situation, he manages to make some humor out of it, inches away from dying, as always... the weakest enemy, after all. ]

[ Sweat drips down his head faster and faster, he's nearly out of options. ]

[ Yet, he grows slower and slower by the second, or maybe he's storing his energy. ]

* huff... no matter how much i stall you, you keep swinging that sword.

* you must really want me dead, eh?

* ... hope your mom doesn't mind this, kiddo.

[ He says, his eye glowing yellow, a glimmer of hope, an attempt to believe that the 'person' he's fighting can even ATTEMPT to change. ]

[𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂! Countless breathless dodges, but he visibly grows weaker due to the speed. ]

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* yummers.

* ... uh.

[ He doesn't want to say anything to this, but he is curious... well, not really. ]

* well, that looks gnarly, or should i say, 'crawly'? eheheheh.

* oh, yeah... man, shame that's not enough information.

* could you, hmm... maybe tell me a little bit more about all that.

* yeah, and it's a shame i never found out how the animatronics attacked the night guard.

* and who made the animatronics.

* and who worked with william afton.

* and if he had any children.

* and what happened in majority of the games.

* and about the minigames, too.

* yeah, shame there isn't anybody as wise and intelligent to do it around here, eh?

* maybe i should search it online, i always liked that william afton guy, wonder what's the deal with him.

* boy, how i wish someone explained that one game with the five nights and the bear to me...

* cute, eh? i could blush, but i don't got no skin, or like some folk, fur.

[ He gives a slight wink, shrugging his arms and shifting his foot slightly. ]

* but, yours is nice too, ma'am.

* so, what's up with the umbrella? is this one of the trends the kids are doing?

* well, he's fine, or, it seems he's fine, he just doesn't leave our house much.

[ He looks at his hand for a second, then back at you. ]

* if you ever plan on visiting again, we could use the company, how about it, eh?

* ...

* i'm still glad you chose me for your, uh, experiments.

* and, everything else.

* like your studies, but...

* for some reason, even if i want to, i can't bother to look into you.

* like i don't want to believe this is what you are now.

* the truth, huh?

* i would know it as good as the next person, we worked together.

* or, a part of you, worked with me.

* ... so strange how a man can live on because of his words.

[ He shrugs, looking over his shoulder. ]

* keep living in delusion, and you'll die on it.

[ After that, he just starts to walk away?? His steps seem reluctant, like he has a few words he'd like to share, but decides not to. ]

* i don't want to be.

[ He looks away, one hand slowly slipping out of his jacket. ]

* gladly, i've got 'thick skin', so that won't get to me.

* ... you're only saying that because you don't have anything else to say.

* maybe you can still change, put a little thought into it.

* ... last time i saw everyone go wild because of you, they were not happy.

* i wouldn't know, mister.

* it's something else, and if you don't know, maybe i shouldn't tell you.

* i just can't bring myself to care for people anymore, get it?

* fondly, yeah.

* ... i just don't like to talk about it, is all.

* i'm pretty quiet about the people i know, i'm sure you know why.

* ... look, of course we do.

* but, i don't want to associate too much with you.

* it's gotten me in a lot of trouble before.

* pretend, huh?

* ... hm, maybe, just maybe, you're saying this stuff out loud, and blaming it on your conscious slipping out and saying it.

* that's just a theory, though, you're far too unpredictable for me to read.

* hey, sir, that's my name, don't wear it out, alright? don't want all the ladies to go wild.