I thought he wasn't bad at first, you know? I thought if he was nice enough to buy me new clothes while I was down here, let me hang out with Papyrus, and hell even Sans, then he wasn't a bad person, he was just scared I would hurt them. I don't think I'd been in so much pain in my entire life. Why wouldn't they want it? Why would they risk letting me go scot free when they could be free if they just took it? My soul is one of the only things that can get them out of the Underground. But it's not like he would have let me say no in the first place. I don't know what I was thinking when I said yes, but I regret it. It pops right of your chest and looks like a heart. Gaster asked if he could do some 'tests' on my soul - a REAL soul. I thought Sans hated me less, and for a day or two, I thought we could be friends. After my first 'panic attack', that's what Sans called it anyways, things were getting better. It's been 10 days in the Underground and today was the worst of it. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines.
