You realize that Sans is staring at you now and you look down again.

“But this doesn’t make much sense… Why would someone do things that they’d regret and feel guilty about in the first place? If they weren’t feelinganything before, what was driving them to act like they did? Who was telling them what to do?”

You clench your fists on the mug until it hurts. You want him to stop. You want to run. He has a creepy smile on his face now, and he won’t stop staring.

But…

Is he really staring at you, right now?

“Kid,” he abruptly says, his tone sharp and cold. “Who really are you?”

It’s funny. The way he’s smiling and speaking… It’s almost like he’s talking to me.

Ignoring what I think, you raise your head and look at him. It’s not like you to act on your own. He’s not talking to you, so you shouldn’t answer. Actually, no one is ever talking to you. It’s just something that you started to assume lately, but it’s wrong. It’s not your body anymore, remember? Just because you can control it doesn’t mean that you have all the rights.



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Papyrus slams the door in a loud bang and your breathing stops. Slowly, you raise your head, cold sweat running down your back. You want to speak but nothing comes out of your mouth. The voices on TV are just faint echoes to your ears now; you can’t hear them anymore. There’s nothing left in this room but a distressing, dreadful silence.

 

I’ve told you many times, Frisk. We can never be happy.







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