[Sans feels more focused. Not entirely--there's only so much magic can do--but enough that he feels like maybe he can leave.
The world hisses and crackles, speed-tone sync-tone, like dial-up modems, when you hear that sound you're hearing the real information, something is coming something T̠̳͘HE̸̗̣̳ D͓͡A̳͉̰Ŕ̠͍K̡͖̺͕̱͕N͇̗̫̟̲E͏S͎̫̯͔͕S̻͙̙͍̱ ̢K̳̰̘̳̭͙̹͡E͘E͚̟̖͉̭̦P̩̗̥͙̼S̻̫͕̠̺ ̰G͎̞R̬O̵ͅW̸̱̰̼̬̠I͈͇̥N̳̱̜̦̺G̸̰̝̮͉̗̟ ̷̗̥͙T̴͎̩H͓̰̣ͅE͏ S͓͝H̥̮̠̰͇ͅA̦̦̬̗̕D̺̻O̩̪Ẁ̜͇̖͚̥̪S̖ ̖̰͕͉̟̰͇͘C̢̪̻̼̦͓ͅU̷͔̦̟̯̬̦̲T̘͓̥͎̮̼̪T͚͇̪́I҉͕̳̼N̶Ģ̦̙̳̤͕͚ ͙̟̣̲̲D̯̭̯̼͍̤͞EE̛̱͎͎̝P͈̼̫̜͇̘ER͡ ̴͕̯̤͈̮̙͎P̠̮̮̱͠ͅH͇͈̦̟͘O̮̤̻͚̱͎̩͡Ṱ̳͚̗̥͓̥͠O͎͡N̻̳̲̖̩ ҉̰̼̙ͅR͙̀E̼͇͕̮A̜̳̳͉̭͠DI͝N҉͔̪̫G̷͇̲̩S̡̪̝ ̜̘̙̟͈N̲̖̩̟̪E̵G͖̯̭Ạ̻̪̫̙̠͇͘TI͉͖̟̯̼̤̙V͏͈̺̙̟̺͎Ȩ̤͍̙̗͉
Sans doesn't remember this. Time is sticky again. Walk. Move.]
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The world hisses and crackles, speed-tone sync-tone, like dial-up modems, when you hear that sound you're hearing the real information, something is coming something T̠̳͘HE̸̗̣̳ D͓͡A̳͉̰Ŕ̠͍K̡͖̺͕̱͕N͇̗̫̟̲E͏S͎̫̯͔͕S̻͙̙͍̱ ̢K̳̰̘̳̭͙̹͡E͘E͚̟̖͉̭̦P̩̗̥͙̼S̻̫͕̠̺ ̰G͎̞R̬O̵ͅW̸̱̰̼̬̠I͈͇̥N̳̱̜̦̺G̸̰̝̮͉̗̟ ̷̗̥͙T̴͎̩H͓̰̣ͅE͏ S͓͝H̥̮̠̰͇ͅA̦̦̬̗̕D̺̻O̩̪Ẁ̜͇̖͚̥̪S̖ ̖̰͕͉̟̰͇͘C̢̪̻̼̦͓ͅU̷͔̦̟̯̬̦̲T̘͓̥͎̮̼̪T͚͇̪́I҉͕̳̼N̶Ģ̦̙̳̤͕͚ ͙̟̣̲̲D̯̭̯̼͍̤͞EE̛̱͎͎̝P͈̼̫̜͇̘ER͡ ̴͕̯̤͈̮̙͎P̠̮̮̱͠ͅH͇͈̦̟͘O̮̤̻͚̱͎̩͡Ṱ̳͚̗̥͓̥͠O͎͡N̻̳̲̖̩ ҉̰̼̙ͅR͙̀E̼͇͕̮A̜̳̳͉̭͠DI͝N҉͔̪̫G̷͇̲̩S̡̪̝ ̜̘̙̟͈N̲̖̩̟̪E̵G͖̯̭Ạ̻̪̫̙̠͇͘TI͉͖̟̯̼̤̙V͏͈̺̙̟̺͎Ȩ̤͍̙̗͉
Sans doesn't remember this. Time is sticky again. Walk. Move.]