They swing their arms at their sides, staring hard at their screen, and imagine Sans with circles of copper over his eyes.
"...Gaster." The numbers were supposed to drop, but not so fast, were they? "Gaster. Gaster, there's something weird--"
They look up and their voice cracks in their throat, their hands slamming over their face. "SANS--!" This is wrong wrong wrong wrong, but they realize as they see it that there are doors all over the lab, and they don't know which one leads to him.
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They swing their arms at their sides, staring hard at their screen, and imagine Sans with circles of copper over his eyes.
"...Gaster." The numbers were supposed to drop, but not so fast, were they? "Gaster. Gaster, there's something weird--"
They look up and their voice cracks in their throat, their hands slamming over their face. "SANS--!" This is wrong wrong wrong wrong, but they realize as they see it that there are doors all over the lab, and they don't know which one leads to him.