sans: "...so, that's your argument. you'll come back and ruin everyone's life more than you already have if I kill you? and what stops me from taking your soul?"

  Frisk: "...whaaat stops you...from aborsbe DT. Hehaha...ge-et it sans? NOTHING...you... do w-will...work."

  *...

  sans: "..."

  Frisk: "h-hey! F-free tu test luck! J-just know...I-i don't take disobedience l-lightly..."

  sans: "...heh, so what. You want me to do your dirty work for you."

  Frisk: "Nothing of the sort...just..."

  *Frisk moves me to their chest

  Frisk: "L-let me put my...soul back in..."

  Soul!? I-is that what I am?

  Frisk: "...a-and your dear Papyrus won't need to suffer for your insolence..."

  sans: "..." (caring)

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  *Thud.

  *Frisk squirms on the ground.

  Frisk: "I...I knew you'd come around."

  sans: "another word and i'll kill you."

  Frisk: "heh...empty threats from an empty man."

  sans: "..."

  *Frisk flips over and pushes me into their chest.

  sans: "...i don't believe you."

  Frisk: "Oooh?"

  sans: "that whole thing about being god...i know it's not true. Your no god...Undyne could've beaten you...Alphys would've tricked you if...well you didn't get lucky."

  *Half of me is in Frisk, and half is not.

  Frisk: "Hmm, I know you don't. You'd hate to think your friend's efforts were in vain...but... we'll what can one lazy skeleton do that a genius and hero couldn't?"

  *sans looks away.

  sans: "are you trying to get under my skin."

  Frisk: "heh...that be pretty hard considering you have none..."

  *...

  sans: "..."

  Frisk: "Woo, tough crowd...but that's fine...because I..."

  *My body is consumed by Frisk's and then... I don't have a body at all.

  Frisk: "I still got the last laugh. Hahahah."

  1/76 (enough)

  Like literally I think that's what I'm calling the next chapter lol.