Yeah, I don't know, how'd they even find our house-- [Sans tries pulling himself up with his extra arms again; his leg throbs, but he's expecting it now, so he gets a little farther, a bit closer to the couch, before he has to stop and take a break. Outside, the monster isn't moving; not approaching the house, but undeniably watching it. Examining the outside, maybe. And still standing in the yard. Maybe Sans shouldn't be wasting his magic on dragging himself across the floor.] Might be... Able to shortcut again. [He won't leave without Papyrus, though. Even then, he's not sure where they'd go if that thing is just going to follow him.]
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