"Why? Why when things go so bad?" they ask the Sans that isn't there, their voice a frustrated echo. Things are what they are, things can get better, but that doesn't mean they care for when things go wrong.
Frisk only thinks to answer when they're shoving the flap of the dog door open. "Papyrus is okay. He's waiting outside, just like everyone," they tell the Sanses, and clamber through.
They're over the table with no memory of walking there, fumbling with the restraints. The DT Machine snaps at their head, and some of their hair falls onto their hands and Sans' bones.
The straps are too tight. They can't work them open. They scowl down at it, then glance around for something sharp.
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Frisk only thinks to answer when they're shoving the flap of the dog door open. "Papyrus is okay. He's waiting outside, just like everyone," they tell the Sanses, and clamber through.
They're over the table with no memory of walking there, fumbling with the restraints. The DT Machine snaps at their head, and some of their hair falls onto their hands and Sans' bones.
The straps are too tight. They can't work them open. They scowl down at it, then glance around for something sharp.