I sit in my room hugging my legs and crying...sans still doesn't forgive me for the genocide route. But I swear I wasn't myself! It's like I was possessed. I'm going to his house now to try and apologise... I knock on the door and wait. I hear yelling a couple seconds later. "SANS! ANSWER THE DOOR!" All of a sudden the door opens. "Oh if it isn't the serial killer...what do you want?" I open my mouth slowly trying to get the right words. Sans leans on the door impatiently. "Well?" "I-I'm sorry...I swear I didn't want that to happen...I saw someone c-" Sans covers my mouth. "Oh. This story again? Let me guess...you saw someone crying and all of a sudden, you weren't yourself? Then went on a murderous rampage?" He releases my mouth and stares at me coldly. I slowly nod my head. "Wow...same story everytime...come back when you have a better story." He slams the door in my face. "I-I need a drink..." I slowly walk to grillby's. Tears falling to the ground.
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