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[punful]

you might not like what comes after that.

[A shattered soul doesn't always get erased, after all. Sans knows a thing or two about that. The smudges of eraser marks, the dents left behind. It's simple: the law of conservation.]

[They don't mention the flower. It's either a dodge, or they consider the flower as unimportant as everything else.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

[...Interesting.

He knows something.]

What comes after that, Sans? I'll humour you. Humour me.

[punful]

[Should he?]

[Should he really dig this shit up? Really throw Chara a bone?]

[Heh.]

let's just say...shattering yourself, erasing yourself...

...it's not the neat, pleasant little end of the road that you think it is.

i told you before. eraser marks. doesn't matter what kind of "erase" you're talking about. the result will be the same.

[That's all he's going to say on the matter, and frankly, it's already too much.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

This is it again, is it not?

["It," they say, because they struggle to even recall what "it" is. A them? A she? A he?

Something... Fun. The wrong number song, a catchy little earworm getting stuck in their head. Ringing ears and static in their head.]

A name the world won't let the fallen human use.

It... they? Something happened to its SOUL? Different from what happens when you die normally? Is that how it became... whatever it is?

[punful]

that's enough.

[fulllifeconsequences]

...Fair.

I keep my secrets, you keep yours. We'll keep each other's.

However. If anyone can pull knowledge out of the very bones of that world. If anyone can comprehend the power to ERASE. If anyone can grasp the nature of another anomaly. Then whether you tell me or not, I will dig it up. I may make that same power my own.

After all. If we're really friends, then I won't come back.

[punful]

nah. you won't.

see you around, chara.