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Frisk: Trust me...? Who said anything about trusting me~? Although, *They pull out a knife* If you want me to put her through the pain of stabbing her to death, I'd be more then happy too~! *They smile innocently*

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Sans: *He freezes, his eyes go completely black... He HATES this feeling* Go.

Henry: Eh, San-

Sans: I'll do what you say. I won't scream, I won't cry for help, so go. Do whatever the hell you please. But, you need to, Leave. Me. Alone.  *Even though he can't stand it, he's still trying to hide the fact that he's acting this way. Because he's supposed to HATE Flowey. And he shouldn't be mourning over an 'idiotic weed' like him*

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