[...there it is. All comedy is born from misery, yadda yadda. It's hardly the shocker of the century.
There's a robotic sigh, then silence. At least for a moment. It's something to mull over: why does Sans believe himself the worse of two options? From everything Mettaton's seen, he's always been the perfect, doting, loving brother. Everything Sans has ever done, it's been for Papyrus. That quaint little house on the edge of Snowdin is for Papyrus. The toys he'd request as payment were for Papyrus. The multiple sentry stands he ran, along with multiple businesses, were for Papyrus.
Is there honestly something to be guilty about? Or is it just your average paranoia?]
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There's a robotic sigh, then silence. At least for a moment. It's something to mull over: why does Sans believe himself the worse of two options? From everything Mettaton's seen, he's always been the perfect, doting, loving brother. Everything Sans has ever done, it's been for Papyrus. That quaint little house on the edge of Snowdin is for Papyrus. The toys he'd request as payment were for Papyrus. The multiple sentry stands he ran, along with multiple businesses, were for Papyrus.
Is there honestly something to be guilty about? Or is it just your average paranoia?]
IS THAT WHAT YOU WISHED FOR?