[Sans remains flat against the couch, wings all ruffled, dripping light. Most of his eyes are locked on the remains of the television. Something in him is waiting for it to turn on again, or to start crawling, or something else way more horrible than that, but it's just a TV. It just sits on the ground.
The eyelights in his skull flick over toward Papyrus. All his eyes, and he hadn't registered that Papyrus had moved until this moment. Papyrus looks scared, and Sans's already frazzled emotions twist up even more.] It was pulling on my soul, so, so I just-- [That wouldn't be very clear, except there's only one thing that's ever tried to pull out Sans's soul in the canyon.]
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The eyelights in his skull flick over toward Papyrus. All his eyes, and he hadn't registered that Papyrus had moved until this moment. Papyrus looks scared, and Sans's already frazzled emotions twist up even more.] It was pulling on my soul, so, so I just-- [That wouldn't be very clear, except there's only one thing that's ever tried to pull out Sans's soul in the canyon.]