[Isn't this just precious? The both them quaking like leaves, reduced to nothing but regurgitating old pieces of an old script - the very same script they sought to burn, page by page.
He cocks his skull to one side as he hunkers down, just so he can look the pair of 'em in the eyes.]
Now why would I do that?
[The words drip with a condensed derision, laced with a sickly falseness that he's certain that one of the two, at least, can recognize full well. A plastic smile. A hollowness behind it. But you could swear he almost sounds giddy as he continues.]
You've already done such a great job of it.
[And he starts to laugh. It's an - awful sound. It's quiet, and it's cruel, and perhaps the worst thing about it is that it sounds far more genuine, far more real, than any courtesy chuckle Sans ever made on anyone's behalf. It's full and complete and, for once in his life, it's sincere.
He's just so excited, you see. He's just so happy.
He's free.
He jolts back upright again, kicking the notebook with the toe of a slipperclad foot.]
Now be a couple of good kids, and be brave for once in your lives, yeah?
Do something nice for other people.
[There's no reason for you to exist. Not a couple of selfish, rotten little humans like you. You take too much, too fast, and ruin it all with your corrupting touch. So why don't you make it easier on everyone else, and wipe that slate clean.]
cw manipulation and suicidal implications
He cocks his skull to one side as he hunkers down, just so he can look the pair of 'em in the eyes.]
Now why would I do that?
[The words drip with a condensed derision, laced with a sickly falseness that he's certain that one of the two, at least, can recognize full well. A plastic smile. A hollowness behind it. But you could swear he almost sounds giddy as he continues.]
You've already done such a great job of it.
[And he starts to laugh. It's an - awful sound. It's quiet, and it's cruel, and perhaps the worst thing about it is that it sounds far more genuine, far more real, than any courtesy chuckle Sans ever made on anyone's behalf. It's full and complete and, for once in his life, it's sincere.
He's just so excited, you see. He's just so happy.
He's free.
He jolts back upright again, kicking the notebook with the toe of a slipperclad foot.]
Now be a couple of good kids, and be brave for once in your lives, yeah?
Do something nice for other people.
[There's no reason for you to exist. Not a couple of selfish, rotten little humans like you. You take too much, too fast, and ruin it all with your corrupting touch. So why don't you make it easier on everyone else, and wipe that slate clean.]