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Sans: so. . . guess that's it, huh?
Sans: just. . . before i go. . .
Sans: why. . . why did you kill everyone?
Sans: what did they even do to deserve the massacre you've caused?
Sans: did we. . . no.
Sans: this isn't the first time that has happened, is it?
Sans: you managed to kill everyone with a straight face.
Sans: it's like you have no emotions or that. . . you have no control.
Sans: if that's the case then. . .
Sans: . . .
Sans: welp, i'm going to grillbys.
Sans: Papyrus, do you want anything?
Sans turns to dust.
*But it refused.
The soul starts to take form of a white dog with a red scarf.
Bandit: Chilli and I need to go grocery shopping for the kids.
Bandit: Cosmic, can you try to have the kids not make a mess?
Cosmic: Yeah, I got it. You can go.
Chilli: Stay safe, kids!
Bluey: Okay, mom!
Bandit and Chilli leaves the house.
Bluey: Cosmic, can you do pretend play with us?
Cosmic: Sure. Anything for my sisters.
I don't get why TOC hates Bluey so much. It's a good show for everyone. I blame Game Theory.
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Clover Sans
RandomDon't mind me. aaron2750 here. Just putting deviations in this story. Considering that I can't really get into deviantart due to the damn hsts safety bs. TOC don't mind me using this story. He gave permission to me.
