"Wqe know." Sans replied. Neither of them would forgive me otherwise. He thought.
"We'll be Frisk's own royal guards. And if those kids won't back off even then, they really wouldn't like Undyne stepping in."
Sans woke up after about 10 alarms he set in advance, after much nagging from Papyrus to do so, teleporting downstairs since he didn't really feel awake enough to walk around yet. "Sigh... Ketchup time."
(Chara is literal Satan ofc he'd have daily nightmares about it)
"You up already, Fr-" Sans had turned to greet Frisk, but stopped mid-sentence and stuttered. After a few seconds he calmed himself back down. "S-sorry 'bout that. Y-you snuck up on me is all." He promptly started into his ketchup bottle. "T-Toriel got your lunch box ready for today."
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