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[justribbing]

hey, it's sans.

y'know, looking back? it's been pretty interesting.

i mean, look at us. we've got some basic amenities, power, even phones and the best internet you can make banging rocks together. we've got a community and everything, hey! nothing quite like the stale smell of desperation to really bring people together. but i've heard more than one of us ask what this war's really good for. for us.

makes a guy think about something other than starrs for a change. (yeah, see what i did there? you just dated yourself.)

anyway there's an actual point to this. see, being a good little soldier really tuckered the kid out, so frisk's gone on a vacation. some of you probably have questions. before you do, i want you to think about how much pressure kids should take. and maybe, y'know, lay off a little.

i'll keep you posted. see ya.

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[achievementhunter]

Sans hasn’t been doing me any favors calling me a kid, because I’m not one. Or an adult. Something you can’t even begin to quantify, but a “knife-wielding murder child” will do in a pinch, as a poorly chosen brick on the road to making a point.

I am...the future of humans and monsters. I am the Fallen child. I am human...right? I might not be human, but it would be nice if I could, y’know, keep pretending to be one. I am empty inside.

I am someone who’s been hurt by everyone they’ve ever cared about. I am broken. I am the person closest to you in the multiverse. I am Anna. I am Frisk. I am Chara.

I am The Demon That Comes When People Call It’s Name