May 27, 2018
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“i don’t know.” Sans shrugged, fiddling with the remote. “sometimes they make friends. sometimes they stay for months, doing nothing but talking to monsters… sometimes they kill everyone.”
Fury, frustration and indignation. Sans blinked at the emotions as his neighbour snarled, ‘even yer bro?!’
Sans held onto his own emotion of calm, sighing. “yeah.”
‘that fuckin’ human,’ growled his very, very angry neighbour. ‘messin’ with things that shouldn’t be toyed with.’
