"Don't you know how to greet a new pal?"
"Kids like you should be burning in hell."
"Dirty Brother Killer."
"Sans! I'm not any of those! I didn't hurt anyone!" But the skeleton wouldn't listen. Eye glowing blue, he raised his hand, taking your body with it.
"Sans! Please!" An evil, bone-chilling laugh echoed through the room. "You never change Y/N." And with that, you shot back down to the ground...
Warning! Dark Themes such as Depression, Social Anxiety, and Suicide ahead!
(Obviously there is some spoilers ahead for both genocide and pacifist route.)