Frisk: *They get slammed into the katanas, somehow they pry themselves off of the wall* Not toda- STOP. I can't do this anymore!!  *Suddenly they stab themselves. And again, and again, and again*

-18 HP

JUST!

-22 HP

LET HER!

-30 HP

LIVE!!

Frisk dies.... They CONTINUE. Only to start killing themselves again. Over, and over.

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Sans: *He's a bit shocked at first, pulling the front of his hoodie away from his neck, to prevent it from choking him* I didn't. 'Sides, I couldn't even get away, that shoulda' been pretty obvious. Now... *He was about to walk away, but realizes that Kyle has Sans in the air, and he can't even get down*