“anything that didn’t use to have a face. …maybe something healthy a growing kid should have. in the end… it won’t really matter, though. the hunger never leaves, even when we have enough to go around. its the nature of the thing, i ‘spose.”
Sans snorted, sending you a sideways look of bored sarcasm.
“i’m not stupid enough to let them make a ruckus, or work on them while she’s awake. no need for those kind of scars… she’s got enough already. she knows what i do in there, though. she’s a bright girl. she’s just not interested in knowing the specifics… or seeing it. one day… when i get close to falling… she may have to take over for me; i’ll be too weak, and pap… well. he can’t. but that’s then. she’s just a kid, now. she shouldn’t have to deal with that. …bad enough that she’s here at all.”
Does Aliza have a weapon did sans give her one or is she able to summon bone like him?
“aliza’s magic isn’t refined enough to create objects more complex than simple bones and fire yet. she’s very powerful, but she’s very much a glass cannon in that way, and i don’t want her to hurt herself trying. so for the moment, we’ve found her a good knife. right for her body size, and good for self defense.”
How would sans react if Aliza ever got a boyfriend?
Sans’ smile tightened, a growl rumbling in his chest, before he quieted, forcibly shutting his whole socket in a clear attempt to calm himself.
“bound to happen one day. ’s just the way of things… but its also not happenin’ for a good long while. so lets just hold off on the speculation, huh? she’s fifteen.”
The skeletal monster stared into your eyes with a smile so wide and insane stretched across his shattered face that a chill ran up your spine, fury unanswered and cruelty unspoken in the broken magic of his gaze.
“do you really even need to ask?”
Sans’ expression hardened, a snarl curling his upper lip line over viciously sharp fangs… before all will left him, dropping his shoulders and sapping everything but regret and guilt from his expression.
“…i know it’s my fault. the divergence. i know what i did fractured the timeline, and sent us in a new direction that it never had before. i just… i was angry. furious with her, after what she’d done to my brother. i didn’t know she was possessed then. i didn’t know she had no control. all i knew was that i didn’t trust her, and i didn’t believe that she would spare asgore and stay with us, like she claimed she was going to… so i followed her to the barrier. i was ready to stop her, if she stepped out of line again. i was ready to… to kill her. instead… the flower killed the king, and would have taken the souls too if i hadn’t done something. so i stepped in. i knew i was breaking script, but… i couldn’t just stand there. again. …i’d already let my brother die once, let the others suffer. i had to.”
Has Aliza gotten seriously hurt at all?
Sans’ expression shrank, at the seemingly innocuous question, stilling and, if you weren’t mistaken, wincing in pain.
“…not since she fell. she broke her arm, really badly… and it had half healed when she got to me. i had to… it would have crippled her, if i left it… i had to… rebreak it. to set it. …i’ll never forget that sound. breaking my own child’s bones…”
He looked both sickened and wretched at once, and turned on his heel to disappear into shadow without preamble.