sans: "...so, that's your argument. you'll come back and ruin everyone's life more than you already have if I kill you? and what stops me from taking your soul?"

Frisk: "...whaaat stops you...from aborsbe DT. Hehaha...ge-et it sans? NOTHING...you... do w-will...work."

*...

sans: "..."

Frisk: "h-hey! F-free tu test luck! J-just know...I-i don't take disobedience l-lightly..."

sans: "...heh, so what. You want me to do your dirty work for you."

Frisk: "Nothing of the sort...just..."

*Frisk moves me to their chest

Frisk: "L-let me put my...soul back in..."

Soul!? I-is that what I am?

Frisk: "...a-and your dear Papyrus won't need to suffer for your insolence..."

sans: "..." (caring)

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*Thud.

*Frisk squirms on the ground.

Frisk: "I...I knew you'd come around."

sans: "another word and i'll kill you."

Frisk: "heh...empty threats from an empty man."

sans: "..."

*Frisk flips over and pushes me into their chest.

sans: "...i don't believe you."

Frisk: "Oooh?"

sans: "that whole thing about being god...i know it's not true. Your no god...Undyne could've beaten you...Alphys would've tricked you if...well you didn't get lucky."

*Half of me is in Frisk, and half is not.

Frisk: "Hmm, I know you don't. You'd hate to think your friend's efforts were in vain...but... we'll what can one lazy skeleton do that a genius and hero couldn't?"

*sans looks away.

sans: "are you trying to get under my skin."

Frisk: "heh...that be pretty hard considering you have none..."

*...

sans: "..."

Frisk: "Woo, tough crowd...but that's fine...because I..."

*My body is consumed by Frisk's and then... I don't have a body at all.

Frisk: "I still got the last laugh. Hahahah."

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