Sans: *His smile suddenly drops, and tears prick into his eyes* You fucking killed who...? Y-You.... You..... YOU DAMN BASTARD! *He walks over, and picks Slushie up, tears streaming down his face* WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU SICK FREAK?!

Anon: You're kidding right, Sans?? You said yourself that he's the literal only person you HATE! Why such a reaction?

Sans: B-Because..... Because........ UGH! I don't know!! *He put his back against the wall, and slides down, dropping Slushie* I HATE him. I shouldn't be crying over an idiotic, SOULLESS, annoying, weed. 

Anon: You want to know why we're here? We're like you. We're mistakes. But..... We're the ones who nobody wanted. And the ones that nobody fixed. And the ones that were abused, hurt, killed. You name it. So, I bet you never guessed this, but we do have reasons for acting so shitty. The ones who aren't shitty? They're liars. It's not that we don't love you guys. It's that we HATE ourselves so much. That a better explanation, Ink? Or would you like me to continue?