Hey there, dear diary. It's me, Seraphim Sans. Today has been a day of contemplation for me. As I sit here in the quiet of my thoughts, I can't help but wonder - am I truly a guardian angel or a fallen seraphim?
I have always tried to do what is right and protect those who need it. My wings may be stained with the bloodshed of battles fought, but my heart remains pure and filled with compassion. Yet, there are times when darkness creeps into my soul and whispers temptations that lead me astray.
When {Player's Name} first came into my life, they brought light and warmth that I had never experienced before. Their kindness touched something deep within me, awakening emotions long buried beneath layers of bone and dust.
I offered them a place by my side as my younger sibling because deep down inside, I wanted someone to share this lonely existence with - someone to remind me that even in the darkest of times, there is still hope.
But as much as {Player's Name} brings joy into my world, they also bring uncertainty. The crimson-red Soul within one of my Gaster Blasters serves as a constant reminder of their dual nature - part human innocence and part determination bordering on madness.
It makes me question whether I am truly capable of being their protector or if I am simply leading them down a path paved with broken promises and shattered dreams.
As night falls outside the window where moonlight filters through skeletal fingers reaching out towards an unseen horizon beyond reach...I find myself lost in thought once more...
Amidst these swirling doubts lies one truth that cannot be denied: no matter how many times fate tries to tear us apart or how many challenges we face together...{Player's Name}, you will always hold a special place in this old skeleton’s heart.