[Relief fills the room like a tangible object. It worked. He's not alone. He doesn't want to be alone. (And that's real, that's a real feeling hanging in the air, beyond all the thoughts of godliness that have been stuffed into Sans's head. He doesn't want to be alone. He wants Papyrus with him. Papyrus is the only one who's ever stayed with him.)]
This place makes everything hard. [It's the worst, but he feels less sick to his nonexistent stomach now. He doesn't want to have to do that again.] If I did it some other way I figured you'd fight me off. [Papyrus is stronger; Sans mostly just has volume and surprise on his side.] You're okay?
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This place makes everything hard. [It's the worst, but he feels less sick to his nonexistent stomach now. He doesn't want to have to do that again.] If I did it some other way I figured you'd fight me off. [Papyrus is stronger; Sans mostly just has volume and surprise on his side.] You're okay?