* unoffcialskeledad
He chuckles, his trademarked smile on his face. “You kiddin’? You know I love a good joke.”
He blinks when they fade out of exsitance. “…uh.” he tlits his head to the side, trying to figure out what may have caused that. “You, uh, okay, Frisk?”
“Well...” Oh... they wish, desperately, how they could control those moments of in-corporeality. Instead of lying ( how futile it would be, lying to a liar ), they clear their throat and float a little bit off the ground as if emphasizing their point before they say it. “I’m... sort of dead, Sans. And this isn’t my timeline, so... uhm, yeah.”














