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Chara: "That can't be possible! Me and Asriel were able to escape and-"

sans: "And end up right back here."

Chara: "...No, no no no this can't be real, like...why not just kill us all if that's the sorta magic they had at their disposal? "

sans: "what do you think it's doing right now?"

Chara: "We were never forced to kill, that was Frisk's decision!"

Frisk: 'And yours.'

sans: "Is that so? Well, did you ever ask Frisk why they're doing this?"

Chara: "I...did. They said they just found it fun."

sans: "How many kids do you think want to kill people for fun?"

Chara: "Well-"

Frisk: "Wait, are you like...implying that barrier thing made me? Or that it memory wiped us or some other high magic bullcrap like that?"

sans: "Here's the thing about life, kid, it's all a big puzzle, but most of the time you only got half the pieces. What I've told you are all the pieces i got. and the image it shows me is that each and every one of us are going to die a bit more than six feet under."

Frisk: "Tch, I know what I am. I'm free, not some puppet to a glorified magic wall!"

sans: "Well, if you're as free as you say then come right ahead-"

*sans...t-poses to assert dominance.

sans: "kill me."

*You try to attack...nothing happens. You grab a nearby stool and toss it towards sans...it barely misses. You step forward and point towards sans' flippers. He begrudgingly lets you take the left one.

Frisk: "CHANCLA!"

*You throw the slipper at sans...it bounces off.

Frisk: "A CHANCLA SHOULDN'T BE STOPPED YOU STUPID WALL!"

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*...That last one wasn't the barrier.

Frisk: 'It so was!'

*...

*Sans puts his slipper back on. You get the sensation that fangirls around the world are disappointed, but... you're probably too young to get why.

sans: "so it ain't my time to die...what a shame."

Chara: "Yeah...I feel bad but...I-i just can't take you seriously while your T-posing."

sans: "i kinda like it though-"

Chara: "Stop it."

*...sans did not stop.

sans: "But do you get it now kid? why i ain't trying to stop you? because i got no chance in hell of saving even a single life, just like you got no chance of escaping. but none of that means i can't show you hell."

Chara: "...I don't want to be your enemy. I'm sure that there must be a way-"

sans: "there isn't, and i ain't planning to make friends with murderers."

Chara: "But I'm not evil! I'm not against Monsterkind, I'm-"

sans: "the person who will be responsible for the death of everything I've ever cared about. The truth is kid...i'm not like my bro, i ain't forgiving. So hurting you and frisk is the closest i can get to relief...and even then...i end up breaking another promise. hehe, i'm really on a losing streak on that, huh?"

Chara: "You...you don't need to be my enemy, we can just avoid each other for as long as we-"

sans: "Kid...please, just living is hard as it is. don't stall this out for me."

Frisk: 'you gave a suggestion...but nobody asked.'

Chara: 'Shut up.'

*sans walked to the back door of Gribbly's bar.

sans: "See ya kid."

*Finally, he stopped his t-posing to open the door.

Chara: "Wait...are you really going to give up just like that? Everyone dies and suffers and that's it? Your brother sure as heck wouldn't give up! And I'm not giving up either. If you really care about the dead, then you'll honor them by fighting fate, not accepting it!"

sans: "...beating fate, hehe. You're a kid, that's for sure. Let me tell you some adult wisdom. In this world, there's only two types of folk. Fools and puppets who see the strings. You may be a fool now Chara, but eventually, you'll be forced to see your strings, so my advice...buckle up."

*Sans opened the door and left.

Frisk: '...Well, I know one thing for sure, I'm not going to be anyone's or anything's-"

*The door opened.

sans: "whoops uh, forgot I can't use my shortcuts. i'll just-"

Chara: '...Is he moving slow on purpose?'

Frisk: 'I think the awkwardness of the room is slowing him down.'

*sans left...for real now.

Frisk: '...Well, that fudged with the somber mood.'

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