Hey Sans,do you regret destroying/ dismantling your old machine in the basement? The likelihood of it ever working is probably way lower than in the past but even a speck of a pipe dream is better than nothing at this point.

“nope. that giant waste of time belongs right where i threw it… at the bottom of the damn river.”

He sobers, after a moment, picking anxiously at the hole in his face. A fragment of bone breaks off. He seems not to notice.

“…can’t remember how to fix it anyway. i’m losing more of myself every day… sometimes i forget the way back to town, or how one of my traps works. sometimes i forget my brother’s name… sometimes i forget what frisk used to look like. science… it’s beyond me now. i couldn’t have completed it even if i had kept it.”