This story is also on my wattpad and quotev. (I'm not sure about deviantart and/or Tumblr, I forgot
He looked at you, hands in pockets. "resetting again, i assume? actually, why do i assume? of course you do." You roll your eyes, "What does it matter to you?"
Sans narrowed his eyes. "you're lying to everyone. you're killing all your friends---no, M Y friends." "Wow, you're so sappy. I don't care who or what your friends are. They're only an obstacle in my way."
"...You're not what you seem to be."
Story belongs to me.
Undertale belongs to Toby Fox.
Sans owns you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Lol, just kidding, you own yourself. :)