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Sans hops off the chair he was sitting on - the chair that once belonged to the previous king, Asgore. “kid, are ya really askin’ me if i wanted this job?” He gets a few short laughs out as he walks toward you. “listen here pal,” Reaching for the crown sat on his skull he snatches it off, tosses it aside, “i’d rather be fuckin’ dust right now. one fuckin’ human comes down here dustin’ near everyone - includin’ the king, former queen, plus my fuckin’ brother! and i get forced in ta’ this shit!!”
Sans stops in front of you and grabs the front of your shirt. Pulling you close to his face he snarls, “if yer anythin’ like yer pal, you’ll finish the job they left.”