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Sans is standing behind his brother, Wing Dings, sitting at a table with someone from a small gang. His one glowing eye stares at the gang leader; his sharp teeth and skeleton features glisten in the lighting of the club. Sans keeps a watchful eye on the surroundings of the club, and that's when his eyes land on ***them***.
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