Its very scary how Hometown is seemingly falling apart the closer we get to the roaring. The chief of the police is gone. Asgore is gone. Onionsan is fucking dead. Sans operates a third of the festival by himself. Another stand is operated by a gaster follower and theres
this line of dialogue genuinely pains my soul so bad. imagine having your autonomy completely stolen and being told how incredibly interesting you’ve become after becoming the worst version of yourself over it