[friday Night Funkin' Dusttale Best Friends Ost] Psychotic Breakdown (remastered) -

As the song entered its second movement, the "Remastered" elements began to bleed through. The bass grew heavier, echoing the thumping of Sans’s skull against the rhythm of his own madness. The phantom Papyrus began to "sing" as well—a high-pitched, distorted choral layer that wove through Sans’s gravelly vocals.

The final stretch of the song was an endurance test. The tempo spiked, the drums sounding like a gatling gun. The Boyfriend’s fingers were a blur, hitting notes that shouldn't exist in a 4/4 time signature. The music swelled into a beautiful, tragic harmony—a twisted version of the "Best Friends" theme—before crashing into a wall of pure, distorted noise. Then, silence. As the song entered its second movement, the

Opposite him stood the Boyfriend, his blue cap tilted low, his knuckles white around the plastic casing of his microphone. But he wasn’t looking at a skeleton. He was looking at a ghost. The final stretch of the song was an endurance test

"One more time, kid," Sans rasped, his left eye igniting with a flickering purple-and-cyan flame. "For old time's sake. For the 'best friends' we used to be." The music swelled into a beautiful, tragic harmony—a

"Why aren't you laughing, pal?" Sans shouted over the crescendo. The hall began to dissolve. The pillars turned into jagged shards of code. "We’re having the time of our lives!"