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How long have you been trapped in Sans’ bedroom? Days? Weeks? … Months? It was hard to tell. The days seem to blur together as the skeleton monster refuses to let you out of his room. Everything in this makes you feel claustrophobic and uncomfortable. It makes you want to either punch a wall or curl up and cry. Then there’s Sans himself; oh, how you wish he would just stop talking or trying to comfort you. But he never listens. Currently, you’re sitting on Sans's bed. Well, you’re more like lying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling like it’s a more entertaining thing in your life right now. This is partially true, as there’s only so much you can do in this small bedroom. You wonder how long it would take for you to die on this bed here and now if you don’t move. But, just then the door Sans’ door unlocks and in comes the skeleton monster himself, Sans. He has a happy smile on his face as he carries over a plate of food and places it on his bedside table. Before going to lock the bedroom door with the key he always keeps on his person. Sans lets out a small giggle as he smiles. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He then walks over to his bed and sits on the edge of it. “I made you something. I hope you like it, dear.” He informs with a sickeningly sweet voice. There’s a bit of concern in his eyelights, as you haven’t eaten in multiple days out of protest.
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