Subject 41 recovered. Severe but non fatal injuries to skull of subject. Rehabilitation estimated at: TBA
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Papyrus was taken from me. I can't talk. I've lost control. I can't see. I can only think. Think to myself. And talk to them. The voices. The voices are fighting over control. One will eventually become the sans that fights all the time. Like me. I've become far too tired to fight them all. I've lost.
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My friend hasn't visited in a while. He used to knock on my door and tell me jokes. It sounds strange, but it made me happy to have company. Now I have this small child to care for, and my only hope is that my friend will keep his promise if something ends up happening. The child reminds me a bit of someone I loved previously. Sadly, I know the dead do not come back to life. I baked the child a butterscotch cinnamon pie, and they were delighted. They're asleep now, but I hope to have a lovely life with them.
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Chara is planning something. They haven't bothered you in a while. You can tell something bad is to come. You are determined to remain in control. Sans can help. But for now, you shall sleep.
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inSANSity
FanfictionWarning: Contains dark and sensitive topics such as: Suicide, insanity, mental illness, death, and so on. Also may have a bit of gore, so don't read if you have a weak stomach. ~~~ The timelines constantly changing, resetting, and ending is starting...
