I Was Talking To S-Myself For An Hour Last Night...
So, last night...
I was thinking to myself on why I like Sans...
I myself do not know...
It's just something that...
That happened for me...
It didn't really make sense to me because at first, before I liked Undertale, I actually thought that he was a really annoying character...
But it's like as soon as I stopped resisting...
I saw a whole new character...
To some people I know...
Sans looks creepy...
But to me...
He is really, in an odd way, cute...
What is it?
Is it his big, dumb grin that he's always got plastered to his face?
Is it his personality?
Is it his terrible, yet incredibly funny jokes?
I don't know...
But maybe...
It's because we are all too similar...
Let me explain...
In the Genocide runs...
Sans loses everybody and everything he's ever loved...
He loses his will...
He's filled with a feeling of hatred...
Fear...
And vengeance...
Hatred for the one who's caused him all the pain...
Fear for losing anything else...
And vengeance to rid himself of the pain...
This is like me, because...
All my life...
I have been called names...
I've had things stolen from me...
I've been accused...
And I've been abused...
These things have filled me with hate...
Fear...
And vengeance...
Hate towards the people who dare call me names...
Fear for losing the little bit of sanity I've got left...
And vengeance to make them pay...
No one ever deserves all the pain and torture...
That we have been subjected to...
Well...
Except those who cause it...
I will not lie...
I spent about an hour or two talking to myself...
In the middle of the night...
Saying this exact same thing...
Only...
It was directed towards the only other one I share this pain to...
Yes...
I was speaking to a fictional character...
In the dead of night...
About a dark subject such as this...
But pain isn't something that should be taken lightly...
Heheheh
But soon enough...
Those who have caused the pain...
And the fear...
And the torture...
Soon learn one thing...
You mess with us...
And you're going to be having a bad time...
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