#determinedecho

Who was this? God there’s so many people here. Maybe he should have wore a red suit? At least his permanent injury would be concealed.

For every ✖ my muse will darkening meter will raise by 10%. [Not Accepting]Current Level: 90%

Sans reached into his pocket, removing the pack of cigarettes. He eyed them with mild disdain, ooze having soaked through most of the package. A low rumble of frustration could be heard as he tossed them away. Every fiber of his being ached, each wound crying out in pain as his soul slipped further and further into the darkness.

     *❄☟☜✡☹'☹  👌☜  💧⚐  ☟✌🏱🏱✡  ❄⚐  💧☜☜  💣☜.

He rounded a corner, drawing closer to Snowdin with each labored step. It was a shame he hadn’t run into anyone yet. Sans was quite eager to test out his new abilities. The bones that trailed behind him seemed agitated, launching themselves at anything that moved. So far they hadn’t come into contact with any monsters, crashing largely into flickering shadows and any plant life that swayed in the wind, though that was sure to change very soon.