They remember the way Sans winked, arms open for a hug. And they'd shuffled forward, dangling on the edge of a precipice they didn't want to acknowledge, practically collapsed into his arms, and then the bones hand sprung from either side and from his ribcage and his grin had been unfailing as shards of white slammed through their body with an unrelenting grimness and left nothing in its wake.
woah. you look REALLY pissed off. heheheh...did i getcha?
But there's no caveat here. No secondary agenda. Frisk simply stands there, watching, waiting. They make no movement other than to slip the knife back into their pocket, out of immediate reach.]
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They remember the way Sans winked, arms open for a hug. And they'd shuffled forward, dangling on the edge of a precipice they didn't want to acknowledge, practically collapsed into his arms, and then the bones hand sprung from either side and from his ribcage and his grin had been unfailing as shards of white slammed through their body with an unrelenting grimness and left nothing in its wake.
woah. you look REALLY pissed off.
heheheh...did i getcha?
But there's no caveat here. No secondary agenda. Frisk simply stands there, watching, waiting. They make no movement other than to slip the knife back into their pocket, out of immediate reach.]
We don't have to follow those rules anymore.