[Funny, how a kid so bent on QUITTING, permanently, is saddled with the natural, psychological, physiological predisposition to do precisely the opposite. "Funny" is a word for it. "Ironic" is another.
He's not a sad sack of self-pitying, exhausted garbage like the real Sans is, and he can last a good deal longer. His next move is to seize a firm hold on their SOUL with the bright, sickening ping! of it going blue, and wrench them into the air.
And hold them there. Suspended.
No surfaces to push off of. No leverage or friction to employ. It's just - science. It's basic physics. When your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to.
Ever heard the story of Sisyphus?
Here's a better one for ya.
A real catchy, well-trodden tale about a child who flew too close to the thing that killed him. Only people keep disagreeing, confused all to hell about why he'd do such a stupid thing, even after getting a warning. But see, people get all muddled up. They get all confused. It wasn't 'cause he was prideful, or 'cause he was trying to impress anybody, or even 'cause he was a fool.
It was 'cause he was just a kid who didn't learn how to QUIT.
Four blasters around their body as it hangs there in the thin air, in the shape of a cross, and they open fire with a familiar searing blast.
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He's not a sad sack of self-pitying, exhausted garbage like the real Sans is, and he can last a good deal longer. His next move is to seize a firm hold on their SOUL with the bright, sickening ping! of it going blue, and wrench them into the air.
And hold them there. Suspended.
No surfaces to push off of. No leverage or friction to employ. It's just - science. It's basic physics. When your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to.
Ever heard the story of Sisyphus?
Here's a better one for ya.
A real catchy, well-trodden tale about a child who flew too close to the thing that killed him. Only people keep disagreeing, confused all to hell about why he'd do such a stupid thing, even after getting a warning. But see, people get all muddled up. They get all confused. It wasn't 'cause he was prideful, or 'cause he was trying to impress anybody, or even 'cause he was a fool.
It was 'cause he was just a kid who didn't learn how to QUIT.
Four blasters around their body as it hangs there in the thin air, in the shape of a cross, and they open fire with a familiar searing blast.
Dodge that one, Chara. If you can.]