But summer has to come to an end sometime
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Ever since S-4 talked Sans into sharing a room with him and Sans-Serif, sleep really has come a little easier. Not much - he still has bad dreams, they all do. But every little bit helps, especially when help is within arm's reach instead of on the other side of a door. Ever since hearing from Tauriel that the two babybones are also still suffering from bad dreams, Sans has been trying to find ways to help. But it's a problem that's stymied him for years to the point of giving up, so privately, he doesn't hold out too much hope.
It's been a relatively ordinary night - he read them both their story, tucked them in, and then curled up on the other side of S-4 from where Sans-Serif lay. Sleep came as quickly as it ever did. But whatever dreams Sans had, they were chased immediately from his head by the agony that awoke him, accompanied by the sharp crack of bone.
The pain jolts him upright, his hands scrabbling all over himself, searching for signs of damage. They finally come to rest on his own skull, and realize that it hasn't broken. It's just...shifted.
"no..."
More cracks like breaking twigs and shattered branches echo throughout the room. His fingers start to sharpen, he can feel his ribs expanding, each one accompanied by a gasp and a cry of pain from the skeleton. His marrow is on fire and burning him up from the inside out and no no no he has to get out of here...
Eventually, Sans makes it into the woods. But all that really does is ensure that he has enough room to finish transforming. By rights, it probably only takes a few hours, just like last time. But it's painful enough to feel as though it takes a lifetime. All he can do is lay on the ground and whimper and twitch, or else drag himself along in a futile attempt to escape the pain. All he can do is wait for it to finish happening.
Useless regrets and pointless despair chase themselves around his increasingly malformed skull. it's not fair, everything was supposed to be okay now, i was trying to be better, i promise i was...
Until even that level of thought is beyond him and he's reduced to begging senselessly. make it stop, please make it stop, i don't want to do this anymore, i made a mistake, please, Gaster...
At one point, he hears a voice in his head - a delusion, or a memory. it sounds like Frisk's voice, except not like their voice at all. Too late. Too late.
The forest has a new inhabitant, the next morning. The giant monster is something like a bear and something like a horse with a skull that more closely resembles that of a wolf. It's too big to go that deep into the trees, but it creeps around the edges of things. It keeps its distance from the castle, it treads carefully around any flowerbeds, but it's big enough to be easily noticed from a distance. Mostly, it can be found curled up in an apparent attempt to sleep, wherever the ground is clear enough for it to find room. Though whenever anyone approaches, one eyesocket opens to reveal a glowing blue orb of light within, and the creature lets out a wary growl.
Otherwise, it can mostly be found trying to eat. The fruit trees in particular will find themselves frequently raided, with some of them picked entirely clean. Hopefully no one was in the mood for lemons this week. The creature barely has to stretch its neck to gobble fruit whole off the branches.
This puts it somewhat at odds with the local birds, but even the most ornery peacock will beat a retreat whenever the beast parts its jaws just enough to let blue light bloom between its fangs.
It's been a relatively ordinary night - he read them both their story, tucked them in, and then curled up on the other side of S-4 from where Sans-Serif lay. Sleep came as quickly as it ever did. But whatever dreams Sans had, they were chased immediately from his head by the agony that awoke him, accompanied by the sharp crack of bone.
The pain jolts him upright, his hands scrabbling all over himself, searching for signs of damage. They finally come to rest on his own skull, and realize that it hasn't broken. It's just...shifted.
"no..."
More cracks like breaking twigs and shattered branches echo throughout the room. His fingers start to sharpen, he can feel his ribs expanding, each one accompanied by a gasp and a cry of pain from the skeleton. His marrow is on fire and burning him up from the inside out and no no no he has to get out of here...
Eventually, Sans makes it into the woods. But all that really does is ensure that he has enough room to finish transforming. By rights, it probably only takes a few hours, just like last time. But it's painful enough to feel as though it takes a lifetime. All he can do is lay on the ground and whimper and twitch, or else drag himself along in a futile attempt to escape the pain. All he can do is wait for it to finish happening.
Useless regrets and pointless despair chase themselves around his increasingly malformed skull. it's not fair, everything was supposed to be okay now, i was trying to be better, i promise i was...
Until even that level of thought is beyond him and he's reduced to begging senselessly. make it stop, please make it stop, i don't want to do this anymore, i made a mistake, please, Gaster...
At one point, he hears a voice in his head - a delusion, or a memory. it sounds like Frisk's voice, except not like their voice at all. Too late. Too late.
The forest has a new inhabitant, the next morning. The giant monster is something like a bear and something like a horse with a skull that more closely resembles that of a wolf. It's too big to go that deep into the trees, but it creeps around the edges of things. It keeps its distance from the castle, it treads carefully around any flowerbeds, but it's big enough to be easily noticed from a distance. Mostly, it can be found curled up in an apparent attempt to sleep, wherever the ground is clear enough for it to find room. Though whenever anyone approaches, one eyesocket opens to reveal a glowing blue orb of light within, and the creature lets out a wary growl.
Otherwise, it can mostly be found trying to eat. The fruit trees in particular will find themselves frequently raided, with some of them picked entirely clean. Hopefully no one was in the mood for lemons this week. The creature barely has to stretch its neck to gobble fruit whole off the branches.
This puts it somewhat at odds with the local birds, but even the most ornery peacock will beat a retreat whenever the beast parts its jaws just enough to let blue light bloom between its fangs.
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Date: 2016-03-31 03:23 am (UTC)He lowers his arm, tries to look non-threatening, now that he knows any attacks won't be intentional, and fights to keep a level tone.
"Sans, don't be scared. I know you don't think you know me, but... I'm Thanatos. I changed back, so I know you can too. You just need to relax in the meantime. Breathe, okay?"
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Date: 2016-03-31 04:01 am (UTC)But even that bitter resignation fades into shock when Ryoji speaks. Sans' head snaps up, his eyelights flickering with shock. Thanatos? The human who helped Mettaton run the party was the masked, winged monster who smashed up the castle? How did he change back? How did he change in the first place?
Everything still hurts, but that thread of hope is enough to let Sans carry on speaking, sounding a little more coherent or at least a little more aware.
"I...I can't change back. Not alone." OR at least, he couldn't last time. Sans shakes his head frantically, only to stumble a step away from them with a pained yelp as his skull cracks again, growing just a bit more angular and bestial. His voice, when he speaks again, is undercut with a low whine of pain. It hurts to focus, but no moreso than everything else hurts right now. "I, I-I don't know how. No Gaster. No pods. No lab." He wasn't exactly in a position to notice how his brother fixed him last time.
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Date: 2016-03-31 04:16 am (UTC)He tries to listen as Sans fights to speak, and even if it's painful to hear his friend struggling like this, it gives him some hope to hear that Sans still has the mind to string together sentences, short as they are and punctuated by growling.
"Not alone, huh?"
Well, that's an easy thing to fix. Sans is still in the process of transforming. Watts helped him get like this, so there has to be a way to get him back.
"Well, lucky you've got me. We'll figure it out together."
Ryoji still holds his arm as he tries to walk through the force field, and god this kid is getting annoying, but he stills enough for Ryoji to respond.
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Date: 2016-03-31 04:20 am (UTC)He finally, finally moves forward, slowly, yet confidently. He passes through the force field easily, and carefully reaches out to the skeleton.
"First... I think we need to heal you. This seems like it hurts, am I right? I don't have the ability to heal myself, but I know Tauriel-san does. We could call her for you."
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Date: 2016-03-31 04:57 am (UTC)He stumbles back to his four feet. The beginnings of a tail behind him begins to swish a little in agitation.
"I s-still have a lab. Just...just not enough. And can't remember where." At least, not right at this second and not from out here. Later on, he'll understand that it's his grasp of spacetime fading. For now, Sans just blames the pain. He can at least still remember that it's in a tower, and he's not at all sure he'll be able to fit back into the castle once he's done transforming.
But if Neil can find it, maybe Neil can do something with it.
"Find S-4. Find Sans-Serif." More than a few of his notes are written in a language that Neil won't easily be able to decipher on his own.
Then Ryoji brings up another point. Healing. Tauriel. Sans hesitates noticeably, at this.
"...can't stop it. Just slow it." She could reduce the pain, but prolong its existence. Sans doesn't quite see where it matters much to him, at this point.
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Date: 2016-04-01 05:27 pm (UTC)"It's a good start. I might be able to find it, since I went to help you enough."
He avoids eye contact with anyone except Sans. He'd rather not look to see how disapproving Ryoji is of his part in this mess.
"You mean those kids that are terrified of me? That might be harder. But I'll talk to them."
He takes a minute to catch his breath. So much stumbling around and yelling drained the little portion of energy he had, but that's fine. He's used to pushing on.
"I promise, buddy, I'm going to help you. You aren't going to get stuck like this b-because of my stupid mistakes, okay?"
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Date: 2016-04-01 05:32 pm (UTC)"I can talk to them," he offers. "Sans-Serif is my friend, so he deserves to hear about this from someone he trusts."
That said, he's not as confident as Neil that this will be an easy fix.
"If... healing doesn't help, we might simply have to wait this out. I could stay with you, if you'd like. I know how this works, and there isn't a chance of you hurting me." Not with Moonless Gown.
He wishes he could do more, but the few things he can offer is really all he has.
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Date: 2016-04-20 12:30 am (UTC)"Can't wait it out." Talking is getting harder, his jaw audibly grinding with the effort of forcing out speech. But this isn't something that will go away, not without help. Especially since another problem arises the longer they even try to wait. "I'll start forgetting."
They need to know this. Not least because, in a little while, they'll both have other people to worry about, and he'll be the thing making them worry.
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Date: 2016-04-26 06:57 pm (UTC)"Start forgetting? Sans, what are you talking about? You can't forget everyone here. I mean, you've got family here!"
After all the stuff they've gone through together, is Sans really just going to wipe their friendship from his memory?
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Date: 2016-04-26 07:00 pm (UTC)"Regardless of what you forget, you don't need to worry. I can stop you from attacking anyone you may have forgotten about. I understand how scared you are, but you have to trust us, Sans. We want to help you, and we need you to believe in us."
Ryoji knows they can do this. Minato was able to save the world, Tauriel was able to revert him back to this form, and Watts will be able to find a cure for Sans' transformation. Hope is more powerful than he could have ever imagined.