Frisk: "ha...haa...n-now be a dear, and work this place to Mettaton's room."

sans: "do it yourself."

Frisk: "y-you're coming with me anyway... it's pointless for you to go that hall...if you don't even think you can stop me..." (till)

sans: "..."

*sans turns to the control panel.

Frisk: 'Chara, welcome back. Sorry for the ugly display. I wasn't left with many options.'

*...

Frisk: 'Oh come on, I did what I needed to do.'

*Being a maniac was needed?!

Frisk: 'Being in control was needed. The moment I showed weakness was the moment he'd take our soul...and with how strong we've gotten...even the barrier may have failed in stopping him. But who knows if he could reset before our genocide. Or if the angel wouldn't destroy the timeline the moment our soul reached him. Too many variables, too many risks, I had to ensure that we'd come out on top.'

Frisk: 'You see I-'

*I know what you did. I'm not stupid. You made him believe he'd already lost. That doing anything to fight back would make things worse. That following you was the best thing he could do to not hurt anyone else...

Frisk: 'Well...then you understa-'

*It's the same thing you did to me in Snowdin Frisk.

Frisk: 'Nu-ah, that attempt was shotty. This one was more sophisticated, I targeted a few-'

*It's evil!

Frisk: 'It was needed to win.'

*...

Frisk: '...I get it, I won't expect you to be buddy-buddy with me-'

*I'm taking control.

Frisk: 'What!?'

*E-even if your intentions are good I just...I can't trust you Frisk! You keep doing these things that...that scare me! That makes me wonder if you're playing me like a fiddle as well!

Frisk: 'Chara, believe in me. I'm your partner!'

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*I...I can't believe in you if you go around making people not believe in themselves...you could've explained yourself...gotten sans to agree with another method, or-

Frisk: 'I couldn't, It was the only option I had!'

*...But I could. I could've figured out a better way.

Frisk: '...Fine. But...we'll need to kill both sans and Mettaton...do you really want to do that yourself?'

*...

Frisk: 'I'm numb to the death, but I know it still affects you. So I thought-'

*Fine...but make it quick. Our goal is to save them, not torture them for amusement.

Frisk: 'I wouldn't have it any other way.'

*...You get up?

Frisk: 'Determination is hella powerful!...Doesn't make this hurt any less though.'

*You move towards sans.

Frisk: "So, what was your plan? I know that thing was going to absorb my DT but...can the core even handle it? And the angel-"

sans: "the plan failed. the specifics for how it could've worked don't matter anymore."

Frisk: "Pff, I was just curious..."

*Be nice.

Frisk: 'His being a dick, everyone knows that there's an etiquette behind puzzles. Once it's done, you need to explain your contraption. The trickery, the japes, the-'

*How is this a puzzle?

Frisk: '...Paps can explain it to you next timeline. I only-"

*Click

sans: "We're here."

Frisk: "hmm...did you find a good burial spot for Papyrus?"

sans: "Get out of my sight you freak."

Frisk: "Alright alright, I'll do it...just...one last thing. I want you to close your eyes."

sans: "...i know you're going to kill me. and i know fighting back is pointless. so let's just cut to the chase."

Frisk: "I wasn't asking for your opinion, you will be closing your eyes."

*sans gives you his signature death stare. But he looks a bit past your eyes and peaks into your soul...you can feel your sins crawling on your back.

*...But they're not heavy enough to stop you.

sans: "fine."

*His eyes close...somehow.

Frisk: "I want you to picture Papyrus setting up a puzzle...Toriel baking both of you a nice pie as Alphys and whatever friends you want around laugh at one of your bad puns. It's nice...isn't it?"

sans: "...Yeah, it's a good time, I-"

*sans' body turns to dust from your backhand slap. He dies with no fanfare or parting words.

Frisk: 'And with no pain as well, just a brief moment of happiness before darkness.'

*...

Frisk: 'Hey, if you can think of a more humane death then feel free! We can reset and-'

*No...it'll do. Let's go.

*...You move onward, leaving sans and Alphys dust behind. (the)