They swore to another Sans that they'd say that, promise that, but they can't. They won't, they know they won't, but just letting the words out feels like accepting that they've gone 'home', and this isn't it anymore. They can't, they won't. They're too determined not to.
Castle time meant they got used to alternates, at least. It only sort of hurts when they watch this Sans do stuff. Nobody minds that they're quiet, either, 'cause they were always like that underground until the very end, and nobody but that stupid flower remembers that anyway.
No objections when Sans shows up. They just smile, something tiny, and fall into standing by his side. "Journey back to the house."
Toriel lives about three blocks away. They could run there in less than a minute. It's not a journey, but maybe it's still funny.
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They swore to another Sans that they'd say that, promise that, but they can't. They won't, they know they won't, but just letting the words out feels like accepting that they've gone 'home', and this isn't it anymore. They can't, they won't. They're too determined not to.
Castle time meant they got used to alternates, at least. It only sort of hurts when they watch this Sans do stuff. Nobody minds that they're quiet, either, 'cause they were always like that underground until the very end, and nobody but that stupid flower remembers that anyway.
No objections when Sans shows up. They just smile, something tiny, and fall into standing by his side. "Journey back to the house."
Toriel lives about three blocks away. They could run there in less than a minute. It's not a journey, but maybe it's still funny.