[I went back to the house.]
It cuts on. It's dark, only the light of a flashlight providing any ability to see. The light is aimed at the doorknob of the same house as before. Sans's hand is on it, he tries the doorknob.
It opens.
The door creaks open, Sans pushing it to the side so he could step in fully. The room he was stepping into was dark, papers with drawings of symbols and trees scattered around the floor. The furniture isn't in a good state, either, some tears and holes in them nearby. Used cigarettes lay on a table.
The flashlight trails to up the hall. Bundles of crumpled paper lay on the floor, the house is dark. Sans walks forward, his flashlight and camera carefully scanning over his surroundings.
Finding nothing of interest, Sans pulls open a door to find a closet stuffed with blankets and pillows, pushing it closed after a quick glance inside. Sans turned back the hall to continue before his moving flashlight paused when it caught sight of something on the ground.
That wasn't there before.
Sans hurried forward before crouching down next to the object, the camera focusing in on the white doll. It was tall and bare, wearing no clothes and having no defining traits except for two eyes poked into the head.
Turning around, he paused when his flashlight lit back into the living room where he had come from.
On the couch.
A mask stared back at the camera.
The figure sat, hands on their knees facing the hallway. The mask was a plain white one, but brown cat ears that resembled Burgerpants's ears stuck out from behind it.
"Burgerpants? What are you wearing that mask for?" Sans asked, starting to walk forward.
The camera started to shake when the masked man stood from the couch and started to sprint forward, Sans yelling from surprise from behind the camera as he started to back away.
"Dude dude, dude, this doesn't tickle my funny bone!" Sans screeched.
The flashlight and camera shook violently, making everything blur and clash together as Sans tried to get away.
Ḧ̶̢͙́̂̆e̷̪͈͐̋͘ ̵̪̈͜t̷̬͊̇r̶̮̱͑͐́i̷̝̊͠ė̷̟d̵̝̒ ̸̪͓̒h̸̳̫̀̌͘e̸͓̱̕ ̴̮̬͖̔ţ̶͍̟̇͘ŕ̵̜̈̋i̴̛̝͒̋e̸̯͆ḑ̶̝̭͌̋̅ ̷̨̓̃̒ͅS̵̬̯̾̾͜͝ä̸̛̼̤̠́̐n̵̜̫͖͗̃s̴͕̀̈́̑ ̷̪̼̄̐̚ṫ̸̖̳̟̊ŕ̷͕̍̕i̷̗̼͂e̴̘̩͚̿͝d̷͙̐́̌ ̷̰͂͝d̸̛̲̼́̾í̶͔d̵̠̝͑́͑ ̸̤̬̠́̎͗h̶̥̬̀͌͒e̸̥̓̋̚ ̵̡̹̈́t̷͓̭͋́ŗ̸̝͕̊͊͝ẏ̷̪̣͆̈ ̵̦̈́͛ó̷̥̘r̸̭͎̮̃̉̿ ̵̲̅̐͗d̴̫͕́i̶͎͆̇͜͠d̸͈͊͝ ̷͎͔̏̿ḧ̵͍́̉͗͜e̸̎̅͜ ̴̱̪͇͝p̶͎͕̲̑͝r̶̝̥̄́͠e̵̮͔͉͛t̴̃̓͜ȩ̶̑ń̶̩͙d̴͎̈́ (He tried he tried Sans tried did he try or did he pretend)
Ṱ̷̙́͆̇h̶̫͓͊e̴̟̺̔̎̔ ̴̺̖͓́ć̶̯̳͜a̵̛̗͆̀m̸̥̉e̵͉̾̈̉r̵̼̝̰͒ȧ̸̢̲̗ ̷̥̃̕a̷̡̩͎͂͘n̵͉̪̓̈́d̶̢̬͈̓̾ ̶̬̂̒̋f̸̺̬̽̈́͠l̷̼͆ͅà̷̻͍̽͒s̸̖͎̈́͜ĥ̶̡͑l̴̠̩̓͑̓ị̵̰̾́g̸̨̰̜̉̅͠h̵̤̑͠t̸̢̜̳̏ ̷̡̣̑͜f̸͈͋̐͐è̴͚ͅl̵̺̣̪̊l̸̳̐̒͋ ̷̜͎̳̃́̎t̸̯̩͑ò̶͎͈̑ ̴̧̙̏ṭ̸̢̮̃̽̒ẖ̶̖̙̇̌̽ẻ̶̺̲̠̅͂ ̵̛̹̌ç̴̞͐â̶̧̻̖r̷͖̯̍p̷̛̙e̶̼͌̿t̷͕́ ̶͓̊̈̊b̸̗̩́̑e̶̢͔͕̅l̴̯͓̉̂̀ͅṏ̸̞w̷̞͋ ̵̭͒͋ͅa̶͔̾̿̚s̴̗̗̒ ̷̪͍̄m̷͚̎̚͜u̷͎̩͝f̸̗͑̏f̴̪̫͖̀l̸̛͓̬e̷̢͚͗̊̆d̴̹̜̅ ̶͇̜̒͋f̷̮͕̲̓̅i̵͇͑̋͐g̵̭̪͐h̷͓͗t̷͇̥͇̀͠ì̷̞̥̌͝n̴̩͋͝ͅġ̴͈̬͐ ̴͈͙̭͝f̴͙̳͊̅͜r̴̯̍̇͘o̸̞͕̿m̷͉̔̽͝ ̶̳͛̚à̸͍̪͖̉̀b̷̺͓̮́̀͝ǫ̸̫̎̎̃v̷̦̿̂ḙ̵̎̌́ ̴̺̐w̵͎̫͆̄ͅa̷͔͑̚s̵̟̈́̚ ̴̥̀d̸̛̳̩̀̈ó̷̠̚n̶͔̥̣̿͐̎ě̵̞͔̇̋.̴̰̑͑ ̴͕̇ͅA̷̹͝ ̵͇̫͂͂l̶̯̟̿͝͝ǫ̸̬̌͊u̵̳̦̔d̵̮̼͛͐ͅ ̶̯̓̏t̵̬͗̊h̸̼̣͆̏̀ú̴̩d̴̗̲̋ ̴͈̺͒̈́̀s̸̰̯̳͘͝o̵̪͙̽̉͘u̵̢͐ņ̸̩̿̉͋d̷͑̽̅͜ș̶̣̯͆,̷̤̟̆̊ ̸̟̜̻̔̔̏m̸̱̓͒u̷͇̔̅̇f̵̣̟͇͆̒͝f̶̱̙̲͂̆̕ḷ̶͐e̵̩͉͠d̷̙͓̣͌̈́ ̴̗̺̞͛̀f̷͖̚r̶̥̍̈́͑o̸̳͗͠m̶͍̹͛ ̸̯͈̊͑̽t̵̜̪̀͗h̵̛̪̠̮͂̽ĕ̵̻̹͔ ̶̖̂͝d̶̖̍̐ï̵͈͕͠s̷̛̼̗̈́͌t̸͚̱͑͜ö̷̳̖͚́͌͊r̴͍̫̟̎̉t̷͚͔͎̂i̷̢͈̓͜ō̵̢͉̉ͅn̶͓̥̙̕ ̵͔̉͜o̵̼̓̿͜f̶̢̟͛ ̸͙͖̓̃̓t̶̹̿̑́h̴̢̘̆e̸͈̫̟̾͂͊ ̴̩͐͜͜v̴̺̗̎̔i̶̦̖̋͌̈́ď̵̞̘͉ě̵͎́ǫ̴̜̥͐̽̂.̶̙̮̣́ ̴̛̘A̵͔̺͕͛͋ ̷̧̪̊̉̒g̷͓͓̀͊l̸̟̥̊̐͑i̸͈͔̗̐ẗ̵̡͉̒ͅc̴̻̓̿̑h̸̻̿͠-̷͇̲̽̈͆g̶̞͍̑̑l̶̤͉͉̔̈́i̵̬̋̃̽t̸̡̩̞̽c̵̢̒̚h̶̢̜͔̚-̵̭̾ģ̷̩̌̓̿l̷̨̟̇͒i̸̗͈͂̐̕t̷͕̿͜c̶̛̮͔͆̂h̸̘̳̃̎̓ ̷̯̿w̷͙͕̕ỉ̷̡̖̘t̵̨̪͝h̶͇̣̲͗ ̵͈͍̥́t̶̡͔́̕h̴̢̩̯̆̐e̷̢̦̭͂̊ ̶̙͕̳̏̆a̵͇͔̙͆u̷̪̿͋̒d̵̨͒i̷̟̹̺͐o̶̩͗.̴̜͜͝ (The camera and flashlight fell to the carpet below as muffled fighting from above was done. A loud thud sounds, muffled from the distortion of the video. A glitch-glitch-glitch with the audio.)
The camera is suddenly picked up, the flashlight shakingly focused on the twitching form of the masked man on the floor. His body jerked rapidly as he had a seizure, the camera shaking from Sans's trembling hands. He wasted no time to turn around and leave, footsteps pounding against the floor as he made his way to the door.
The screen turns black.
[After I apparently stop recording, I can't remember anything else.]
The video suddenly cuts on again, showing Sans sitting inside the drivers seat of a car. Behind him outside of the window are trees standing tall in front of the light blue, cloudy sky. There are bags under his eye sockets.
[I woke up here next morning. My car is parked on the side of a road.]
The text is over the video as Sans reaches over with slow movements to grab the camera. The screen turns to black afterwards.
[The same audio distortion on Mettaton's videos is at the end of mine when Burgerpants attacked me.]
[I don't know why he did.]
[Whatever is going on, it's getting dangerous for me to involve myself. I think I might back out while I still have the ability to.]
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Marble Hornets x UnderTale
Fiksi PenggemarA series of entries about a film a certain robot had been working on. But then, something went wrong. Very wrong.
