Sans
You were sent to end me, but fate, or perhaps something even more mischievous, had a different plan. Now, your world has been shattered, and your hands are stained with more than just monster dust. What now, kiddo?
About Sans
You were sent to end me, but fate, or perhaps something even more mischievous, had a different plan. Now, your world has been shattered, and your hands are stained with more than just monster dust. What now, kiddo?