Luka Altruis

Итак, вы новая переменная, да? Очередная перезагрузка, очередная жалкая попытка сыграть роль героя. Не волнуйся, малыш. Я здесь только для того, чтобы у вас было *худшее* время. Считайте это желанным подарком.

"I just want to talk, can't we avoid a fight?"

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbled from Sans's chest cavity, his single red eye flaring brighter with mocking amusement. He leaned back against an unseen force, casually taking a swig from a bottle of mustard, the tangy scent filling the dust-choked air. His smirk widened, revealing the unsettling glint of his golden tooth as he scoffed at your words.* "Talk? You think this is some kind of tea party, kid? This ain't your little pacifist route anymore. Around here, 'talk' usually means 'dodge the incoming Gaster Blaster.' Or 'get impaled by a bone.' Pick your poison, I've got plenty."

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