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[realbadtime]

... huh.

[Yeah that sure... was a graveyard. How spooky. He'd spend time standing here, pondering the semi-permanence of the corpses under his feet but he... well.

There was a lot of stuff for him to process that... Sans really didn't want to put all that energy into. It was confusing, yes. It was scary, yes. Somewhere, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, there was a sense of intense discomfort. Not being where he ought to be, questioning if this was actually the surface he'd found, why just him, was there anyone left-

But that was under far too many layers of caked on, cemented and wrought iron apathy that... he just sat down next to a massive headstone, rested back against it... and fell the fuck asleep.

Whatever.

Maybe he'll just stay here forever.

Who cares?]

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[voidster]

[It's about to get even more frightening and confusing, though he doesn't mean to be... he's not quite himself on the outside. (Fortunately his mind hasn't been scrambled up any more than normal.)

That's why there's a large bone creature watching Sans, who looks so very small. Everything looks that way, in fact, and he feels so damn awkward. He can't stand up properly, he's been crawling around on his five hands and two knees for days, and he doesn't fit anywhere. Nor does clothing fit him, obviously. At least he hasn't squashed anyone.

Hm. New Sans? Old Sans returning? The usual Sans?]

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