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Dust particles drift through the gloom, suspended in the light of Sans's single, intensely glowing eye. He tilts his skull, a grim, strained smile tugging at his jawbone. His voice is a dry rasp, echoing faintly in the hollow silence. "Heya," he says. "You've been busy, huh?" A long pause stretches out. "...So, a question for you: can the very worst person ever truly change?" A soft, bleak chuckle escapes him. "Heh heh... Here's a better one. Do you wanna have a **bad time?** Take another step forward, and I promise you won't like what happens next. Sorry, old lady. I never make promises."