[They don't say a thing while Sans speaks. There's nothing they can't say. Nothing they can do. No way to react to it. Vertigo aside, they're eerily still as he lays it on them.
The familiarity of being called a "dirty brother killer" is... weird. Makes something cold settle into the pit of their stomach. It's not the first time they've felt like this.
1/? we need to stop doing this to ourselves
The familiarity of being called a "dirty brother killer" is... weird. Makes something cold settle into the pit of their stomach. It's not the first time they've felt like this.
Will it be the last?]