Sans thought of the tree in the ruins that lead to Toriel's home, he thought about how no one cared about it except Toriel. Frisk doesn't care, she might have cut it down for all they care! They might have gotten their first weapon from it, a stick, a big stick as their first weapon!
Sans walked back down the path to the ruin doors, he marched like a soldier, he imagined the path like a railroad track. He smiled to the camera in the bushes Alphys had up. Sans knocked on the door, and frowned at the camera, as if telling Alphys, Frisk is a killer.
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Blue Lips- Undertale
Short StorySong- Blue Lips- Regina Spektor The story of Sans and how lines in the song can fit with Sans
