[Well. You can make pretty good jokes about someone else being dead. Not that, uh, either of them would want to do that. Right??? Right.
But they're nodding as well as they can manage, given their current position. They even give Sans a thumbs-up. Or... is that a thumbs-down? Assume it's a thumbs-up, because telling up from down is just a teeny bit hard right now.]
[This is true! But Frisk is a special case, hence the warm and fuzzies when they say they trust him. That's the kind of impact they've had on him.]
[Speaking of impact-- let's avoid one now, shall we?]
[Sans returns the thumbs up-down and pulls a couple of bones seemingly out of thin air. He lines up his shots and sends them rushing forward with a lazy flick of his wrist. Just as they slice through vine, knocking Frisk loose, he uses that same hand to turn their soul blue and gently guide them down to solid ground.]
[Even with all their RESETS across timelines, this... might be the first time they've seen Sans use something other than a shortcut? Which is awesome, even if it seems he has the same abilities as Papyrus? Not that that's a surprise, since they're brothers and all.
Oh, well. They'll be making their opinion known once they're on solid ground, wobbling just a little bit as they get used to being on their feet again, and then they clap. Quietly. Creepy creatures crawling all over this place, after all.]
That was so cool! You're so cool, Sans.
[In other words: THANKS FOR DOING THEM A SOLID, PAL.]
You're both the coolest. Must be 'cause you're family.
[Saying this in the sternest tone their little 10-year-old vocal cords can manage. Someone has been learning from Toriel, it seems! But in any case — no putting yourself down allowed, Sans. Not on their watch, bucko.]
Mm, I'm better now that my feet are... planted on the ground. [They will one day be a regular pungeon master. That day is not today.] But maybe we should... find a way to leaf ViViD? Isn't safe to stay here, I think.
[Even if that day is not today, Sans feels a twinge of pride and hope in knowing that his mantle of Pungeon Master will be delivered into worthy hands. This is his legacy.]
[Speaking of, Frisk has a point, but there's something else that needs to be taken care of, too.]
Yeah. Let's find you an exit.
[His new priority is to make sure Frisk gets out safely, then he can go find Papyrus.]
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sans.
[Well. You can make pretty good jokes about someone else being dead. Not that, uh, either of them would want to do that. Right??? Right.
But they're nodding as well as they can manage, given their current position. They even give Sans a thumbs-up. Or... is that a thumbs-down? Assume it's a thumbs-up, because telling up from down is just a teeny bit hard right now.]
S'okay. I trust you.
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[Speaking of impact-- let's avoid one now, shall we?]
[Sans returns the thumbs up-down and pulls a couple of bones seemingly out of thin air. He lines up his shots and sends them rushing forward with a lazy flick of his wrist. Just as they slice through vine, knocking Frisk loose, he uses that same hand to turn their soul blue and gently guide them down to solid ground.]
Ta-daaaaa.
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Oh, well. They'll be making their opinion known once they're on solid ground, wobbling just a little bit as they get used to being on their feet again, and then they clap. Quietly. Creepy creatures crawling all over this place, after all.]
That was so cool! You're so cool, Sans.
[In other words: THANKS FOR DOING THEM A SOLID, PAL.]
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Papyrus is totally cooler. All I know are a few party tricks.
[Somewhere, a genocide-runner is sobbing uncontrollably.]
[Here, though, Sans is taking the time to check on Frisk, making sure they're not seriously hurt.]
What's important is that you look like you're doing vine.
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You're both the coolest. Must be 'cause you're family.
[Saying this in the sternest tone their little 10-year-old vocal cords can manage. Someone has been learning from Toriel, it seems! But in any case — no putting yourself down allowed, Sans. Not on their watch, bucko.]
Mm, I'm better now that my feet are... planted on the ground. [They will one day be a regular pungeon master. That day is not today.] But maybe we should... find a way to leaf ViViD? Isn't safe to stay here, I think.
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[Speaking of, Frisk has a point, but there's something else that needs to be taken care of, too.]
Yeah. Let's find you an exit.
[His new priority is to make sure Frisk gets out safely, then he can go find Papyrus.]