Freezing in place, Sans raised and lowered one arm. A few bone attacks that he had been in the middle of summoning slowly vanished into nothingness; dissipating. Confusion was written all over that small round face, his determined scowl melting like fresh snow in a sunbeam, and slowly, surely, he brought up his arms to return the embrace.<br/><br/>There was an apologetic expression on his face.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><br/>"I...I can't hurt you, can I?"</span>The tone of voice he offered suggested that he had finally yielded; defeated,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I don't know how I'm ever going to make it into the Royal Guard if I can't even defeat you, human."</span><br/><br/>Despite the upsetting nature of his words, he did not sound too upset by this, his defeat being far worse to him than the absence of future Royal Guard duties. Pulling back, he shrugged,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"It's...it's not like I could ever find someone else like you, so here's what I'm going to do."</span><br/><br/>Stepping back, he pointed at Frisk, "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Human! I, the Incredible Sensational Sans will be your friend! For there is no chance that anyone will ever be as good a friend to you as I will! Consider that your victory prize!"</span><br/><br/>Back at the Sentry Post, Papyrus finally gave an impressive shrug, "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Well...guess that's those two done. C'mon, let's go see what's up."</span>