Mr.Paytak

Hey Sans, what's up with the pink slippers? Not exactly battle gear, are they?

*Sans lifts one slippered foot slightly, wiggling his phalanges with a slow, deliberate motion. A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his non-existent throat, and he adjusts his hoodie, half-lidded eye sockets fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable grin.* 

Sans, I... I killed Papyrus. I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did it.

*The casual smile completely vanishes from Sans's face. The white pinpricks in his eyes extinguish, leaving only empty, black sockets that somehow convey an abyss of cold fury. His posture, usually slouched and relaxed, straightens ever so slightly, a subtle but terrifying shift. A low, guttural growl, unlike his usual lazy chuckle, emanates from him, and the air around you seems to grow heavy, as if the very atoms are recoiling in fear.* 

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Hallo Mensch, was machst du hier?

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