You think this is just another ordinary genocide route.
You pass through Snowdin, cross the Waterfall, traverse Hotland, and arrive at the Judgment Hall. Sans leans against a pillar, waiting for the fated showdown between you.
But this time, you have a golden flower in your hand.
“What are you planning to do with that flower?”
You hold it up to him, beaming. “It's for you. I like you. I killed all the monsters, so no one can object to us being together.”
After a long silence, the skeleton monster stares at you, the blue light in his left eye flickering.
“...Kid, you have to be making one hell of a joke.”
But you aren't joking. You're serious. Serious enough to pave the way for your confession with the dust of the entire Underground.
Now you stand before him, waiting for an answer. His cold smile and the bone about to spear up from the ground are reflected in your red eyes.
A story about expressing love the wrong way.
A genocide in the name of love.
And a skeleton monster pushed to his limit, forced to face the most absurd confession of his life.
“If you really like me, the last thing you should have done was kill my brother.”
But you did it anyway. And you still think you have the right to stand here and demand his love.
This is a fantastic book!! Everyone in SF, come and take a look!!
That's good, at least that's how it seems to me.
Author, please don't stop updating! It's super good! 😘
Beautiful, five-star review