don't read too much into it. she was my friend too, that's all, and i don't think she'd be into this. but no matter what you tell the humans, she's not your mom any more than i am so. you can do what you want.
i mean, let's face it. you've been doing what you want since i got here.
What are you TALKING about? Are you DRUNK? Is this a ploy to get a raise? I just admitted to a near-death experience and how I'm taking the burden of it to keep everyone from home safe and you're
Did I ditch you at our high school prom-- what are you TALKING about?
i did see you and frisk go toe to toe, y'know? don't care to think on it too much. you weren't the cuddliest guy, but i knew you. we had a few laughs. it wasn't easy.
[What 'wasn't easy' Sans leaves vague.]
thing is, i'm not gonna thank you for throwing yourself under the bus for us. i won't stop you, hell, i'll applaud you, but i'm not gonna thank you 'cuz it's not something i asked for and it sure isn't something i want.
just don't see what use there is saying that. you're gonna do what you wanna do.
[He's already in bed. He can just force himself into sleep mode and it'd all be fine. He has a very warm, handsome idiot already by his side - it'd be so nice to just use him a living pillow and sleep.
Sigh.]
What do you WANT, Sans. You can't hold something over my head if I don't know what it is.
[But the guy has a point. There's something about being vague and obfuscating that gets lost when it's a screen you're dancing around, and reality is just an unmade bed in an empty room.
Mettaton was being more selfless than Sans had ever seen him -- thanks to the handiwork of a certain determined child -- and even if Sans didn't agree with its necessity, he couldn't say it didn't deserve something in return.]
do you know napstablook? [Of course he did, and Sans doesn't wait for an answer.] you guys are way more alike than i bet most people give you credit for. you reject yourselves before anybody else gets a chance to.
[Of course, deciding to get to a point didn't mean he wouldn't take his sweet time getting there. Maybe he'd get lucky. Maybe Mettaton would disconnect before he arrived.]
[It's like being electrocuted. Seeing that name again... It's not to say he hasn't thought about them; he always thinks about them; but someone else saying their name almost makes it like... an imaginary friend turning real.
It makes it real.
If he could read minds, he'd laugh at how predictable he was. Instead:]
[With the click of disconnection, Sans can't help feeling like he'd made a mistake. He's capable of those. Hell, that's pretty much all he's capable of.
Alone, without Mettaton to pick at and mull over, all that's left is the reality of what he was trying to tell him. This human. One that had killed before. One that had a few more pieces of the jigsaw puzzle he would need to snuff out all of them, should he or anyone else want to.
... Maybe he should've tried a little harder to keep him on the line.]
Ah, hell.
[Sans murmurs, to no one, rubbing the space between his eye sockets. He should make this right somehow. That is, if he could ever manage to work up the energy.
These days (who's he kidding, all days), that's a pretty big 'if'.]
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[What's that? Sarcasm? Good thing Sans isn't feeling very funny right now.]
seems like you're pretty set on this.
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i mean, let's face it. you've been doing what you want since i got here.
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[What are you trying to say?]
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everybody wants to be on the winning team, to one degree or another.
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Did I ditch you at our high school prom-- what are you TALKING about?
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you still see the underground as home, huh?
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Whatever. Whatever this is- ...]
So. We saw that last performance with Frisk-darling, eh?
Is that what this is about? Because, again: -> Almost Died <-
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fair warning tho, it's not gonna be a fart joke this time.
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[It's just a bunch of clock emojis.]
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i did see you and frisk go toe to toe, y'know? don't care to think on it too much. you weren't the cuddliest guy, but i knew you. we had a few laughs. it wasn't easy.
[What 'wasn't easy' Sans leaves vague.]
thing is, i'm not gonna thank you for throwing yourself under the bus for us. i won't stop you, hell, i'll applaud you, but i'm not gonna thank you 'cuz it's not something i asked for and it sure isn't something i want.
just don't see what use there is saying that. you're gonna do what you wanna do.
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[He's already in bed. He can just force himself into sleep mode and it'd all be fine. He has a very warm, handsome idiot already by his side - it'd be so nice to just use him a living pillow and sleep.
Sigh.]
What do you WANT, Sans. You can't hold something over my head if I don't know what it is.
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[But the guy has a point. There's something about being vague and obfuscating that gets lost when it's a screen you're dancing around, and reality is just an unmade bed in an empty room.
Mettaton was being more selfless than Sans had ever seen him -- thanks to the handiwork of a certain determined child -- and even if Sans didn't agree with its necessity, he couldn't say it didn't deserve something in return.]
do you know napstablook? [Of course he did, and Sans doesn't wait for an answer.] you guys are way more alike than i bet most people give you credit for. you reject yourselves before anybody else gets a chance to.
[Of course, deciding to get to a point didn't mean he wouldn't take his sweet time getting there. Maybe he'd get lucky. Maybe Mettaton would disconnect before he arrived.]
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It makes it real.
If he could read minds, he'd laugh at how predictable he was. Instead:]
Goodnight, Sans.
[He's hanging up.]
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Alone, without Mettaton to pick at and mull over, all that's left is the reality of what he was trying to tell him. This human. One that had killed before. One that had a few more pieces of the jigsaw puzzle he would need to snuff out all of them, should he or anyone else want to.
... Maybe he should've tried a little harder to keep him on the line.]
Ah, hell.
[Sans murmurs, to no one, rubbing the space between his eye sockets. He should make this right somehow. That is, if he could ever manage to work up the energy.
These days (who's he kidding, all days), that's a pretty big 'if'.]