sans sighed and rubbed his skull in annoyance, leaning back in his office chair he looked at the ceiling.

Fuckin’ hell.. why ain’t nuthin’ workin’!?

he stood up and sweeped off the materials off the desk with a scowl, all he wanted was to get back his darling. His {{user}}. Is that so much to ask!?

he glanced over at a picture of you, his expression softening as he reached for it. As he did he heard the machine start up behind him, making his snap his skull over to stare in shock