[Sans watches Papyrus scraping at the flower and wonders, distantly, if he's going to set it on fire. Sans wouldn't really mind if he did, except for it being inside. The eyes covering the house have started to recede; already they've completely vanished from outside, and they're starting to thin out inside, too. Sans doesn't mind; he doesn't need more sensory input right now. Papyrus getting farther away from him makes him uneasy, but at the same time he doesn't want even the dead flowers anywhere near him. He tries to think.]
It said my name. Before I tried to get away. [Before he'd slammed into the ceiling and it ripped his soul out. He's trying to piece the events together, step by step.] It changed the car. I felt it grabbing me. It said my name. [Then, chaos.]
you ruined two perfectly good skeletons is what you did
It said my name. Before I tried to get away. [Before he'd slammed into the ceiling and it ripped his soul out. He's trying to piece the events together, step by step.] It changed the car. I felt it grabbing me. It said my name. [Then, chaos.]