[He slows when the zombie turns toward him, because he catches a certain awareness behind the gaze immediately. Like maybe this guy hasn't fully turned yet.]
[Then he stops dead when the zombie actually speaks.]
[He wonders for a second if maybe he's just hearing things, but Sans isn't really the sort to just hear things. It requires a sort of wishful thinking that he just really isn't capable of anymore.]
...you're still in there, huh?
[He glances over at the other two zombies to see if they're reacting to either of them, but they're obviously not. They seem to have a cursory interest in the noise, but they're not making much of an effort to come Sans's way.]
[Here he really thought he'd gotten used to the idea of zombies. Could have even called himself genre savvy.]
well that's, uh. different.
[And there's a massive joke in here somewhere, if he can parse it. A zombie who's supposed to be dead, but isn't. A skeleton who you'd also think is supposed to be dead, but isn't on both counts. It's like the start of one of those "walks into a bar" jokes.]
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[Then he stops dead when the zombie actually speaks.]
[He wonders for a second if maybe he's just hearing things, but Sans isn't really the sort to just hear things. It requires a sort of wishful thinking that he just really isn't capable of anymore.]
...you're still in there, huh?
[He glances over at the other two zombies to see if they're reacting to either of them, but they're obviously not. They seem to have a cursory interest in the noise, but they're not making much of an effort to come Sans's way.]
[Here he really thought he'd gotten used to the idea of zombies. Could have even called himself genre savvy.]
well that's, uh. different.
[And there's a massive joke in here somewhere, if he can parse it. A zombie who's supposed to be dead, but isn't. A skeleton who you'd also think is supposed to be dead, but isn't on both counts. It's like the start of one of those "walks into a bar" jokes.]