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But ... All this feels familiar somehow ...
~...~
Sweety's legs trembled slightly, but she could still stand. Sans eyes rolled around the room, looking for the cause of the sudden state of the girl ...
...
That voice that the girl barely knew, returned to her mind again, as if trying to torture her once more. What did she want from her? Sweety completely ignored Frisk's voice and set out to find out what had happened to Sans.
Sweety: Hey Sans ...
Sans: yep?
Sweety: I notice you a little distracted ... Are you okay?
Sans: *sigh* no ... I'm afraid Sweety, I'm really scared. I do not want you to die like her ... I'm just a vague good at nothing. I could not help her and I'm afraid I can not help you too.
Why did he care about her? They are hardly known ...
Sans started to cry again. He did not understand why. Was he blaming himself for everything?
Probably not...?
Or
Probably yes...?
He felt his mistakes crawling on his back. They were not sins, because their actions were based on the laws of their world. They were just ... mistakes.
Sweety's arm was beginning to numb, and when she tried to pull what was causing her discomfort she felt something heartbreaking at her extremity.
Why...?
Just ... why? Why again?
Those damn black petals ... again.
again again again...











