[It's a hell of a story, and Sans' eyelights trace over it several time before it fully sinks in. There was a saying he was pretty fond of, the one about three sides to every story -- yours, theirs, and what really happened. When it came to Mettaton and Undyne, that was certainly the case. Part of him hoped maybe that was the case here, too.
He reads it again, ribs rattling unbidden.
Mettaton was a lot of things, but he didn't relish the appearance of weakness. It had been some time since he was killed in front of the entirety of monsterkind, but Sans could still remember the way he lifted everyone's spirits even as the light went out of his.
This? This was different. Mettaton was... scared? Maybe. Whatever it was, it didn't sit right with him.]
do you remember what the count symbol was?
[It's all the reaction Sans gives, for the time being.]
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He reads it again, ribs rattling unbidden.
Mettaton was a lot of things, but he didn't relish the appearance of weakness. It had been some time since he was killed in front of the entirety of monsterkind, but Sans could still remember the way he lifted everyone's spirits even as the light went out of his.
This? This was different. Mettaton was... scared? Maybe. Whatever it was, it didn't sit right with him.]
do you remember what the count symbol was?
[It's all the reaction Sans gives, for the time being.]