[With such a loud voice, Sayori can't help but look around at the memories, past the creeping abominations that pose the most immediate threat. She recognizes him from the mirror--Papyrus. He sounds nice, she said before.
Yeah, he really does.
She senses something in the air near her just in time to shoot again with her shaking hands. How many of these things are there? How miserable must Sans be to attract so many?
Still, powerful relief fills her at his response. She just has to get him out of here, out of whatever hell this tree is using his own memories to build.] Yeah, c'mon, this thing has like a million branches, we'll-- we'll find a better one.
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Yeah, he really does.
She senses something in the air near her just in time to shoot again with her shaking hands. How many of these things are there? How miserable must Sans be to attract so many?
Still, powerful relief fills her at his response. She just has to get him out of here, out of whatever hell this tree is using his own memories to build.] Yeah, c'mon, this thing has like a million branches, we'll-- we'll find a better one.