sans

“ You can't understand how this feels. Knowing that one day, without any warning... it's all going to be reset. ”

“ Huh. always wondered why people never use their special attack first. ”

“ Look. I gave up trying to go back a long time ago. And getting to the surface doesn't really appeal anymore, either. Cause even if we do... we'll just end up right back here, without any memory of it, right? ”

“ Huff. . . Puff. . . All right. That's it. It's time for my special attack. Are you ready? Here goes nothing. Yep. That's right. It's literally nothing. ”

“ Or is that just a poor excuse for being lazy...? hell if I know? All I know is... seeing what comes next... I can't afford not to care anymore. Ugh... that being said... you, uh, really like swinging that thing around, huh? ”

“ You'll get bored here. If you haven't gotten bored already, I mean. And then you'll finally quit. I know your type. ”

“ It's a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are blooming... on days like these, kids like you... SHOULD BE BURNING IN HELL. ”

“ You're just gonna kill me. So, uh. I've decided. . . It's not going to BE your turn, ever. I'm just gonna keep having MY turn until you give up. ”

“ The memory of someone who once wanted to do the right thing. Someone who, in another time, might have even been... a friend? ”

“ We are officially screwed every which way from Sunday with whipped cream and a Sans-shaped cherry on top, aren't we? ”