[network] @sans; Day 45 Late Evening, text [open]

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[Guess who decided to stay in one place for too long? Because if there was one thing Sans liked doing, it was not moving.

So now he was starting to hear voices and he really would've liked to get out, except it was lockdown, so he was trapped inside til morning.

Maybe talking to some people would help take the edge off?]

hey, anyone here want a bedtime story? y'know, to help get to sleep. i've got a ton off them.

a skele-ton.

[Heh, he still loved that one.]

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don't worry I asked for it xD

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Aww, that was cute.

How old is your brother?

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thanks. it's a pretty well known story where I come from.

[... Sans kind of paused at the question, a bit taken off guard by it. He wasn't really sure how to put it...]

i lost track of our ages, and I'm not sure how well it'd translate into human years anyway, but he was just barely into adulthood.

[spoileralert]

[ Ah, that past tense is a little off-putting. ]

Well, it's sweet that he would've been in tears.

[skelepuns]

[Yeah. Sans was still getting used to it too.]

heh, yeah. he was always pretty sensitive, and that was probably my fault for always telling him these kinds of stories.

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That's how all the best stories go, though!