IC Contact [Hadriel]

[somuchlove]

[What plays is the default message followed by a beep. Creative, hun?

Leave a message.]

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[skelebro]

[Boy, that sure isn't ominous. Sans peers warily at the message, but doesn't respond immediately. Network being a pain? Or the kid trying to psyche him out?

No use in pretending it doesn't rankle, but...eh. Honestly, the kid could probably say anything. Nothing they can say that he hasn't already said to himself, a hundred times over. Or more.]

SURELY YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.

[somuchlove]

* Their love was the real thing.
But nobody came.

[If it is Chara, they really like the phrase 'but nobody came'. They saw it so much.]

Merely trying to figure you out. You have knowledge but you never tried to change it. You had the power to stop us from the start but you didn't.

[And that alone was causing this feeling of curiosity. Flowey had done everything that was possible. If Sans knew what was going on, why didn't he try? It's not like it mattered.]

[skelebro]

TOO MUCH WORK.

[That's the easy answer. But it's the only one he feels like giving them.]

SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR PHONE OR ARE YOU JUST TRYING TO SPOOK ME?

[somuchlove]

[Figures.

Chara looks at their texts and finally notices. Hun.]

It seems I am having trouble. Interesting.

[And weird. Who was narrating who now?]

* 91 left

[But at least it's all meaningless junk, right?]

[skelebro]

[Shit.

That's...not good at all.

Sans doesn't have anything to say to that, and he can't keep talking in this damn font like it's him, when it's not. He doesn't have a right to that.

So he doesn't respond at all.]