"Ssssplendid," drones the voice. "You can fffffeel it. It'ssss growing. It'sss wonderful."
The air flexes around them. When the light next flickers black, the corpse on the table changes. It looks even less like what used to be a man, and more like some sort of strange nest. The flesh is blackened, with mushroom-like things growing out of it that curl and twist and blossom and die, life and death somehow layered on top of each other, occurring simultaneously. As if Sans is looking into the past and future at once, not the present.
Something stirs inside the cocoon of black sludge. The whispers behind Mr. Mankato's main set of voices start up, but Sans will be able to understand them all perfectly now.
"Wither, bloom, soon It rises, soon It feasts, as above so below, one with destiny, one with It once more."
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The air flexes around them. When the light next flickers black, the corpse on the table changes. It looks even less like what used to be a man, and more like some sort of strange nest. The flesh is blackened, with mushroom-like things growing out of it that curl and twist and blossom and die, life and death somehow layered on top of each other, occurring simultaneously. As if Sans is looking into the past and future at once, not the present.
Something stirs inside the cocoon of black sludge. The whispers behind Mr. Mankato's main set of voices start up, but Sans will be able to understand them all perfectly now.
"Wither, bloom, soon It rises, soon It feasts, as above so below, one with destiny, one with It once more."