Entry #59

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The camera cuts on. Sans is walking through the tunnel from Rosswood park, alone. The camera focuses down on a puddle of dry blood before Sans looks up to see no one in the tunnel.

Just then, his phone rang. Sans grumbled lightly and pulled it out, pressing the speaker button and holding it in front of the camera. The screen read Mettaton.

"Get out," Mettaton said.

"I know you killed everyone, don't you f*cking dare tell me to get out," Sans said.

Mettaton hung up.

Sans lowered down to reveal the O̵͈͑p̷̈́ͅe̵̅͜r̷͓̹͝͝à̶̦̽ṭ̸͂o̶̩̅̈́r̶̙͛̀ ̷̭̃Ŏ̵̩p̸̧̓é̵̤̍r̸̛͖͠ä̶͎́t̶͙͇͒͛o̵̢̨̕ṙ̵͈̗͌ ̵̨̭̆O̴̞͂p̵̤̈̅ͅḛ̷̠̏̃ṛ̶̑a̸̲͒̈́t̶̯͆̀o̸̯͐͆r̴͉̍ ̷͚̏O̵̦̮̾̚p̵̭͚̓e̶͉̍̐ṛ̷̂͐ͅâ̷̠̳t̷̳͆͊o̸͈̹͐̐r̴̹̳̒̔ ̸̨̎̚O̶̗͚̊͊p̷̠͉̾é̶̞͈r̴̥͛͌ạ̸̹̏͛t̵̗̭̂̈́ō̶̘͇͒r̴̯̽

The ş̴̹̃͝c̴͚̫̐r̷̡͈̃̌é̷͍ẽ̴͖̺n̷̟͉̅̃ ̶̢͘t̷̪͌é̶̥̀å̸͇̺ȓ̶̹͝s̶̨͓͒ as the camera is dropped, Sans falling to the ground c̸̪͓̆̐ṑ̵̻̫u̴̻͕͗͗g̵̋͊ͅh̶͍͛͠i̵̢̗̕n̷̩̄g̸̼̙͒̆.

Ṭ̷͠h̶͖̳̑̾ȇ̸̼̬͆ ̸̮̻̎̆O̴̪̹͂̚ṕ̵̧e̴̜̾ṛ̶̇̊ȃ̷̠̫t̵͙͌o̶̘͆r̸̻̪̊ ̵͉̠͆͋s̸̛̱͙t̸̹̲̐ä̴͕̖́̄r̶̘̱͑̐t̴̨̿́e̴͜͠d̵̥̭͂̎ ̶̯̎͆ť̸̮o̶̻͑ ̵̯͕͑́g̷̭̬͋͝e̴̤͠t̵̯̍͂ ̶̧̢̀c̶̳̉̕l̵̞͝ő̸̫̪s̴͎̱̀̂ẻ̷͜ͅṟ̵̂͛.̷̗̎̀ (The Operator started to get closer.)

Suddenly, the red hooded figure came into view from behind the camera, Sans coughing out blood. T̵̢̄́ḧ̸̪́̿e̵̟̰̅ ̶̦̈́Ö̸̝́͑p̴̱̣͐̏ȩ̸́r̷̼͑͠ḁ̵͆̀t̶͔̲̑o̸͓̬̓͝r̴̞͊ ̸͖͕͊w̶̪̾a̸̭̔t̵̫̱͑͠c̵̲̺̈́̽h̵̡͊̌e̶̮͑s̶̥͚̕

The person with the hoodie helped force Sans up as he coughed more blood, bones shaking and eyelights rolling up into the back of his eye sockets.

And they ran off screen behind the camera with Sans as T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊T̴͙͑ḣ̴̞e̶̢̯̔̌ ̷͙̔͝O̴̢̔ͅp̴̖͒ͅe̴̦̽̌r̸̢͉̈ȃ̷̹̮t̸͇̖̐̓ő̴̯̮̈́r̶͖̱̉ ̵̖̓̆s̸̤̔t̵̙̅̅ạ̷̩͗̀ý̷̧͚̉s̶̨̠̊

The glitches clear. The camera is now in Sans's car.

It sits there for a few minutes, no movement outside before the car door opens and Sans is placed in the passenger's seat, blood staining his chin and him shaking violently. The hooded person closed his door before circling around the front of the car and sitting in the front seat, starting the car.

Sans continued to have a seizure in the passenger's seat.

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