[Frisk looks back down to the notebook, feeling guilty. They hadn't been the one to kill anyone, but some iteration of them did. And to Frisk, that was just as bad.
It takes almost a minute before Frisk flips the page again, and this time the notes are scrawled with more deaths. Undyne. Mettaton. Toriel. Asgore. All of them once, twice-- no, many times, died by their hands. And Sans knew this all.
Their shoulders quivered, and they bittheir bottom lip. Frisk wanted to stop reading the book. It was painful knowing what happened in previous timelines, knowing they were the cause of Sans's grief. But Frisk continued flipping the pages and reading, rubbing their eyes when they felt drops of water gathering to blur their vision. They owed Sans this. They had to read through the book. They were determined too.]
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It takes almost a minute before Frisk flips the page again, and this time the notes are scrawled with more deaths. Undyne. Mettaton. Toriel. Asgore. All of them once, twice-- no, many times, died by their hands. And Sans knew this all.
Their shoulders quivered, and they bittheir bottom lip. Frisk wanted to stop reading the book. It was painful knowing what happened in previous timelines, knowing they were the cause of Sans's grief. But Frisk continued flipping the pages and reading, rubbing their eyes when they felt drops of water gathering to blur their vision. They owed Sans this. They had to read through the book. They were determined too.]