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I took a moment for what he's seeing to register with Sans. When had gotten up, his eyes had turned back to normal, but now they were dark and empty again. Papyrus sated at Sans in shock, processing what he'd just heard.

Most of the bar patrons had heard Sans' last comment, but they wouldn't have told Papyrus. Everyone was now staring at the two brothers, worried for Sans, curious what was going to happen next, or hoping that Sans would get help. I myself had turned to look, but I don't even know what my face looked like at the moment. I had known Sans was depressed, but I wasn't expecting Papyrus to come in. He had probably been looking for Sans.

"S-SANS…?" Papyrus was the first one to speak. Sans' eyes sockets somehow seemed to turn even darker.

"i…" The world flashed black and white, and the short skeleton was gone. Everyone turned to me. I was pretty sure by then that my face was a mix of surprise and curiosity. Half the bar patrons seemed weirded out by the fact that I wasn't worried.

Everyone turned back to their tables and kept doing what they had been doing. That is, except Grillby. He and Papyrus approached me. Grillby was the first one to speak.

"Is… he… going… to... be okay…?" He slowly asked. I turned my head to look at him and open my mouth to answer. Then Papyrus asked me his question.

"HUMAN… YOU DON'T SEEM VERY WORRIED ABOUT SANS. DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS? AND… WHY? HE SEEMS HAPPY… IS IT MY FAULT?" I then turned to look at the taller skeleton. They both looked worried and confused, with Papyrus also looking a bit betrayed. I composed my thoughts and prepared to answer when Chara butted in.

"Oh! So now the comedian's brother knows, huh? Ooooooh boy, is that comedian in trouble~! After all of his hard work to keep it silent~! Heh, it's probably your fault! Like everything else is!"I mentally shook my head. Not now, Chara!

I sighed a bit. "No Pap, it's not your fault… If anything, it's mine. And Flowey's. I'm gonna go find Sans." I got up and started to leave. But Papyrus' last question stops me.

"WHAT DOES FLOWEY HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS?" I turned to the skeleton. I blinked twice, then somberly delivered my answer.

"Everything. Don't trust him. He'll stab you in the back when you least expect it. And I mean literally." With that, I walked out.

Next chapter: even more fun! Thanks for reading!