Sans :oh no um guys ?( he goes into his head )I think we might die everyone: WHAT? Frisk:ohnoohnoohnoohnoohonohno! Yellow:We’re going to die!! Purple:oh no…(sarcastic Sounding’s, but not ) (gaster about to attack but inside sans head His soul is grabbed by some bread, and put it towards a area, controlled by someone, and that person outside of the body, grab unleashes the thread out of their hands and grabs. Gaston flings him up in the air, giving him quite a bit of time.)
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