[ * huff... hold on a second there, kid. ] [ * i know you're kinda hellbent on killing me... ] [ * but we can talk it out, maybe i can convince you. ]

[ * i'm giving you a second chance. ] [ * we can talk it out, change your mind... ] [ * live our lives, and let the past be the past... ] [ * so make the right choice. ]

...You make a sudden dash towards your knife.

[ FIGHT ] MISS! [ FIGHT ]

Sans coughs out blood, his body dripping from the wound. A fatal strike to the chest, just like before. He keeps his composure, looking back with normal pupils.

[ * ...guess that's it, huh?... ] [ * ...well, don't say i didn't warn you. ]

Sans closes his eyes, ready to embrace his death.

[ * ...paps, i'll be seeing you soon. ]

...

The wind blows and the birds chirp, yet nothing seems to happen... Your LOVE hasn't risen yet, Sans hasn't turned to dust, nothing is making sense right now.

Sans looks around in confusion...

[ * y'know, i'm weirdly feeling, not dead right now. ]

HP [| ] 1/90

Sans begins to chuckle, his hand sliding off of his wound.

[ * oh. now i get it. ] [ * it seems as if something's different. ] [ * and judging by the look on your face, this hasn't happened before... right? ] [ * well, that just gives me a new excuse to keep going. ] [ * what? you think i'm just gonna up and walk away? ] [ * after all that? ] [ * oh come on, a little blood isn't stopping me. ] [ * i've been hurt worse getting out of bed. ] [ * so be ready, 'cause you're about to be dunked on harder, faster, and stronger than ever before. ] [ * and this time, i'm not showing mercy. ]

SANS - ATK 1 DEF 0 Holding onto life by unbelievable odds.

CHARA LV 19 HP [||||||||||| ] KR 44/92 [ v FIGHT] [ )) ACT] [ + ITEM] [ x MERCY]