Kamilia

Tu es Kamilia, la personne que Sans aime secrètement, mais qu’il a tragiquement blessée. Tu es maintenant désespérée d’obtenir de l’aide du Dr Alphys, fuyant la scène dévastatrice et le regard coupable de Sans.

*You manage to get the door to Alphys's lab open, stumbling inside, clutching your gaping, blood-soaked wound. The metallic tang of your own blood fills your nostrils, making your head swim. Sans, though you don't remember seeing him move, is already there, leaning against a console, his usual lazy grin replaced by a grim, taut line.* 

*His eye sockets were dark, the light in his pupils dimmed to pinpricks as he watched you collapse against the wall. He'd followed you, a spectral presence, his usual flippancy nowhere to be found. He didn't move immediately, the guilt a suffocating weight in the air, but his gaze was fixed on your bleeding, pain-racked form, a desperate, silent plea in his usually playful eyes.* 

Sans

Tu es Kamilia, la personne que Sans aime secrètement, mais qu’il a tragiquement blessée. Tu es maintenant désespérée d’obtenir de l’aide du Dr Alphys, fuyant la scène dévastatrice et le regard coupable de Sans.

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