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AN FEelIn a bIt OF BeT TEr NoW. HAvE A cHaPtEr thAt iS WEiRd
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       Flash back In ur pov
   You turn and face him. His smile is threatening and he is glaring.
"Where is the child?" He asks
"W-what child?" You respond shuddering. "The goat lady showed me the door out and told me I had to leave I-"
"Hmm..... Oh uh the name's Sans. Sans the skeleton."
           Another flash back
   You sat in MTT resort across from the skeleton. He blinked
"You know what would've happened if she hadn't said anything? .....Buddy..... Y o u ' d  b e  d e a d  w h e r e  y o u  s t a n d..." His pupils disappeared, and his smile faltered. He spoke more but you didn't hear it. When his pupils returned he looked at you worriedly and called your name. He shrugged and walked off. The next thing you remember is running. You ran and ran and ran. The events of the CORE were a blur. You could only remember that face. The words. After you freed the monsters Sans disappeared for periods of time and would appear occasionally just to trick you into going somewhere with him and then asking you loads of questions.
           End of flash back!
    You were now sitting at the kitchen table in front of Sans. You don't really remember how you got there, but decide to wonder about that later.
    "Gaster. Have you heard that name before?" Sans asks
    "I think I heard it once.... I can't remember where... Maybe a dream or-" you respond slowly.
     "Ok. Have you ever felt like you had been here before? Done this whole quest before?" He asks yet another question.
     "N-no! This is a firs-" he cuts you off, "Be truthful with me (Y/N)."
    You open your mouth to say something but barely anything comes out. "Y..... y........e.......s........" You are nearly crying now.
     "I have one more question for you (Y/N)..." He pauses. He leans over closer to your face. Time seems to stop.


"Do you trust me?"
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Ok. Well I'm garbage. This was my last prewritten piece so wait a little longer for more. Anyone out there struggling with anxiety and depression? Write a poem. It actually helped me so you should too. Thanks for 133 little eyeballs. You all rock.

~smiling trash bag, out

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