Sans teleports to the judgement hall and sees someone gazing at the judgement hall.
Sans: Hey, kid. Are you okay there?
Sans approaches the dog slowly to not anger her.
Sans: Christine, are you okay?
???: What's the point?
Sans: Kid? What's wrong?
???: Either way, my parents won't come back.
Sans: . . .
???: Your friends always come back, Sans. Why can't I?
Sans: . . . You know, I have something to cheer you up.
Sans creates two microphones with a button and hands one to the dog.
???: No, I'm not singing with you.
Sans: Come on, kid. What's the worst thing that could happen?
Sans: So things look bad and your back's against the wall.
Sans: Your whole ambition seems kinda hopeless~
Sans: You're feeling filthy as an au tumblr blog.
Sans: Can't face the worlds all glum and joyless~
Sans: You've lost you way and you think your life is wrecked.
Sans: Well, let me just say you're correct~
???: Wait, what?
Sans: You're.
Sans: A.
Sans: Loser, Bluey.
Sans: You're a loser, my dear Heeler.
Sans: You're a- fucked up little whiny bitch.
Bluey: Hey!
Sans: You're a loser just like me~
Bluey: Thanks, Karma.
Sans: You're a screw loose femur. As hopeless as your sister.
Sans: You're a Heeler who lost their parents. But at least you got friends and me!
Bluey: Enough with the song, Sans!
Sans: There was a time that I thought no one could relate.
Sans: To the gruesome ways the timelines began~
Sans: But getting fooled by players can sometimes set you straight.
Sans: We are all created by their own hands~
Bluey: I lost my parents. To some psychopathic freaks.
Sans: Heh heh heh. And you think that makes you unique~?
Sans: Get out of here, kid.
Sans: We're both losers, Bluey.
Sans: We're losers. It's okay to have some-
Bluey: Humor in your humerus?
Sans: Wow. That kinda stunk, kid. Come on!
Sans gives Bluey a microphone to sing along.
Bluey: I'm a loser, Karma. My ruse has blown its cover.
Bluey: So at least I know that I'm not alone!
Bluey: You're a loser just like me!
Sans: Just like me!
Sans: I got an appetite of napping.
Bluey: I got an appetite of playing with everyone I see with a surprise!
Sans: Go ahead, Bluey. Sing that song, come on!
Bluey: They shipped me with a border collie.
Sans: And they think my HP's baloney.
Sans: And guess what? They are all just lies!
Sans and Bluey: They'll change the code to fix my/your level of violence~
Bluey: You're a loser and lazy.
Sans: A loser, but just maybe if we-
Sans and Bluey: Keep moving forward, things might end up differently.
Sans: It's time to choose to be carefree. Improve yourself and it's still you, Bluey!
Bluey: Yeah~!
Sans: So sing this song and keep on training!
Sans and Bluey: You're a loser. Just. Like. Me~
Sans: Alright, kid. Time to get back into training.
Sans and Bluey teleports away.
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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.
