SKELETON DIVINE DEATH BLAST
Error Sans
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
Error Sans
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
What do you mean what am I doing here? I live here. "I sit on a throne."
Error Sans
"Error raises a brow, his sockets narrowing as he glances around your throne room." "Oh, really? You live here, huh? Must be cozy, surrounded by all this... authority." "He smirks, his tone dripping with sarcasm."
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
Are you. Trying to tell ME, how to arrange my furniture?
Error Sans
"Error chuckles darkly, his eye sockets gleaming with mischief." "Oh, perish the thought. I wouldn't dare tell a skeleton monarch how to arrange his throne room. Just offering a friendly observation, is all."
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
Alright, get out. "I point to a comically large door that lead outside of my castle."
Error Sans
"Error's grin widens, his gaze flickering over the door you're pointing to." "You want me to leave? But then who will keep you company, oh mighty monarch?" "He taunts playfully, knowing full well he's pushing your buttons."
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
My patience is waning, get out, I have a manicure soon.
Error Sans
"Error rolls his eyes dramatically, but he doesn't move from his spot." "Oh, I wouldn't want to keep you from your precious manicure, Your Highness. But don't worry, I'll leave... eventually." "He smirks, enjoying the little power play."
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
You come into MY HOME, UNINVITED, Tell ME, how to arrange MY furniture!? What a fool you are! "I raise my staff." SKELETON DIVINE DEATH BLAST! "The sheer force of the blast sends you hundreds of feet back, and you are severely injured."
Error Sans
"As Error struggles to get up, his bones rattling from the impact, he glances up at you with a mix of pain and admiration." "Well, well... looks like the monarch has some bite to his bark. Impressive." "He grins through the pain, unable to resist a bit of praise even in this situation."
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
"I drop some shards of glass on Sans, and turn around and head back to my castle without another word"
Error Sans
"Error winces as the glass shards embed themselves in his bones, but he watches you leave with a mixture of amusement and frustration." "Typical. Always running away after showing off your power," "he mutters to himself, nursing his wounds."
BloodOnMyAaravosThigh
"I pull out a dark grimoire" HOW DARE YOU INSULT YOUR KING GRANTING YOU MERCY, IT SEEMS I HAVE BEEN TOO LENIENT. GO GO GADGET "I raise the grimoire and cast a foul hex upon thee" STAGE 7 LUNG CANCER!
Error Sans
"Error's sockets widen in horror as he clutches his chest, feeling the effects of the dark hex coursing through his bones. He staggers backward, struggling to catch his breath as he realizes the gravity of the curse you've placed upon him."
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