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[somuchlove]

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[skelebro]

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BE MORE SPECIFIC.

[somuchlove]

Your inaction. With your power, you could have stopped us long ago.

Why? Why didn't you?

[If there was one thing that sparked a bit of curiosity about Sans it was that. His HP, ATK and DEF marked him as weak. He was anything but in terms of raw power. So why?]

[skelebro]

"US"?

[He's more curious about the use of plurality there than their actual question, honestly.]

[somuchlove]

Us.

[What was that she said....oh, yes. "You're gonna have to try a little harder than THAT."

Give and take Sans. Answer their question or try another way. They're Determined remember? Rhymes with stubborn, apparently.]

[skelebro]

[Not giving without a little take, huh? All right. Two can play at that game.]

YOU KNOW HOW IT IS. THERE'S NO POINTS ON A CIRCLE.

[Making most of his endeavors...pointless.

Hilarious.]

[somuchlove]

[Ah, that makes sense. Banging your head against a wall got you nowhere. Having the self awareness of that but having to continue it would be worse.

But Sans gets an answer, even if it's roundabout.]

That circle was well walked before I appeared.

[skelebro]

YOU'VE LOST ME.

[No they haven't. Or, to be specific, they haven't lost him completely. It's better to play things safe.]

DIDN'T THINK THERE WAS ROOM FOR A "WE" WHEN YOU'RE CHOCK-FULL OF LOVE.

[somuchlove]

LV 20. You can count backwards, yes?

[They never started there. So, what where they like at LV 1?

Or better yet, who was in control?

* Still you.]

[skelebro]

AH.

[The kid. That's right. Multiple agents acting upon the same vessel.]

BUT THEY'RE NOT HERE NOW.

[somuchlove]

For now.

[It's up in the air, isn't it? There's so many timelines. So many resets. Perhaps things may be kinder to Sans in the future.]

[skelebro]

SO WHAT GENERATES THAT KIND OF SHIFT?

[Alleged days of...what? Cooperation? Coexistence? Or maybe a struggle? An anomaly comprised of multiple SOULs, or consciousnesses, or...entities, occupying the same space simultaneously. Shouldn't be possible. But as it apparently is, what catalyzes the shift? What solidifies it?

Is there ever any going back?]

[somuchlove]

Genocide. For me.

[Which is...kinda obvious at this point. Killing drew out a monster. Whatever Chara was now...well, it actually would be insulting to monster kind to call them one.]

But you. You want to know how to go back.

[skelebro]

NAH. I KINDA JUST WANNA KNOW IF THIS MEANS YOU'RE THERE ALL THE TIME.

[somuchlove]

Is your ability to kill me there regardless?

[So yes, they are. But like they said, it takes genocide. No more, no less. Aborting that early sinks them back but leaves no one happy.]

[skelebro]

AWFUL BITTER ABOUT THAT, AREN'T YOU?

[...








good.

They should be.]

[somuchlove]

And you were not bitter about your brother? Or is your font choice merely reminiscing?

[Inevitable that it would be brought up, right? again, two can play at that game.]

[skelebro]

[...huh.

Well, would you look at that.]

WELL. I GUESS NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO MENTION THAT THE CITY NETWORK'S BEEN ON THE FRITZ.

CAUSE THAT WASN'T INTENTIONAL.

[somuchlove]

Oh, it is? I was under the impression you missed him that much.

[Yeah, they're going to be a jerk about it. Deal with it.]

[skelebro]

[Rubbing salt in the wound, are they? Yeah, all right. Should've expected that.]

SO I'VE TAKEN TO EMULATING HIM? C'MON, KID. YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN THAT.

[somuchlove]

[the next message that comes isn't from Chara. Merely the network glitching out.]

* Everyone was there.
* But nobody came.

[and then their actual message, much more in tone.]

Yes. You would have acted much sooner. You probably would have helped him if you two were alike.

[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.]