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The human came, Papyrus did what he did best: looked like an idiot and died.
The dust scattered to the winds, but most ended up coating the thing killing everyone. Sans doubted that's what the dumbass love most but who cared?
Sans didn't.
Didn't even fight. Offered mercy right at the start, off the bat.
What a moron.
That's not how battles work, idiot.
Sans shrugged and looted Grillby’s.
It was the end of the world as any of them knew it –he knew it– but it was a shame to let tasty food and good spirits go to waste.