"almost anybody, yeah. i mean, hypothetically, grillby or someone might just be that good at keeping quiet, but i kinda doubt it." And he kind of hopes not, given how much Sans has needed someone else to talk to about this for a while. "there's gaster, obviously. a certain yellow flower." He and Flowey are not on good terms. Sans continues counting people off on his fingerbones. "you. the other human. and then there's me. and pretty much all the other sanses, as far as i can tell. matters kind of, uh...arranged themselves, so we all wound up in basically the same place in basically the same state. i don't know if any of us started that off, or if it just worked out that way. s4's sans really might have gotten hurt, in a place like this. i dunno. from what i can tell, he sounds even more fragile than me. and i mean, my papyrus knew..."
Sans corrects himself deliberately, and possibly too late. "...knows that i can mess around with time and space a bit. but i don't think it's anything that ever really bothered him. by the time you came along...or, uh, the other human, i guess...i was pretty much just using my powers to mess with him and make sure i could wait until the last possible second to get my station cleaned up.
but the actual knowing...it's, uh, it's not that impressive. i mean, i can't remember everything. and what i can all kind of...runs together. the resets i've lived through and the resets the other sanses have lived through. i even kind of...forgot which one i was, until gaster showed up?" Which should probably be more horrifying than it is, but Sans is just kind of numb to that by now.
"it's not even that i do anything, most of the time. it's more that i...don't? the piece of me that would handle the forgetting just got, uh, switched off. it's not even that i know anything special, i've just seen so much that no one else even realizes ever happened." Flowey would have had to kill everyone in the Underground 500 times, to reach an LV of 9999.
"everyone else, if they get reset a few hours or a few days or a few weeks back, it's like that time never happened. but...i remember. and, and sometimes i can hold on to things." Scarves. Pictures. Blueprints. Notes. "sometimes, i can leave messages to myself. i don't think i can explain how. not sure there's words. sorry."
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Date: 2015-12-25 02:17 am (UTC)Sans corrects himself deliberately, and possibly too late. "...knows that i can mess around with time and space a bit. but i don't think it's anything that ever really bothered him. by the time you came along...or, uh, the other human, i guess...i was pretty much just using my powers to mess with him and make sure i could wait until the last possible second to get my station cleaned up.
but the actual knowing...it's, uh, it's not that impressive. i mean, i can't remember everything. and what i can all kind of...runs together. the resets i've lived through and the resets the other sanses have lived through. i even kind of...forgot which one i was, until gaster showed up?" Which should probably be more horrifying than it is, but Sans is just kind of numb to that by now.
"it's not even that i do anything, most of the time. it's more that i...don't? the piece of me that would handle the forgetting just got, uh, switched off. it's not even that i know anything special, i've just seen so much that no one else even realizes ever happened." Flowey would have had to kill everyone in the Underground 500 times, to reach an LV of 9999.
"everyone else, if they get reset a few hours or a few days or a few weeks back, it's like that time never happened. but...i remember. and, and sometimes i can hold on to things." Scarves. Pictures. Blueprints. Notes. "sometimes, i can leave messages to myself. i don't think i can explain how. not sure there's words. sorry."