Serif is fine, Frisk is fine, S-4 is fine, Tauriel is fine...
It was around about then that Sans remembered another monster in the castle who might be badly in danger from a monster like this. That Croc was probably still a little pissed off at him and probably not going to be in the mood to check feathers or headbands.
Fortunately, his other self is easy to sense. Sans gets close with one more shortcut that leaves, and then it's just a matter of running. The sounds of battle are loud enough that he knows where he's going.
Sans stumbles around the corner, only to find himself forced to avert his gaze at the blazing bright light of the flames from up ahead. He makes out the silhouette of Toriel, guesses that Croc must be in front of her...and then his gaze is drawn to the bright red already pooling from the huddled bundle on the floor.
"No."
He hurries forward. "nonononono stop that, you idiot, stop that..." Before dropping to his knees beside himself. All the while wondering what exactly he thinks he's going to do. He can't heal, he's never been able to heal, he's not strong enough for that...
...but maybe he doesn't have to be. Not for this.
If this works, it could open up a lot of fascinating possibilities for further researching his relationship with time and space, and probably the relationship every monster has between time and space. But mostly, Sans just prays it works. If it does, though, they're both going to be helpless for a bit. And while he trusts Toriel to beat Croc back, he also knows that they're two big monsters and a lot can happen in a fight like this.
So he calls out, hoping to make himself heard. "Tori! I'm getting him out of here!"
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Date: 2016-09-17 07:31 pm (UTC)It was around about then that Sans remembered another monster in the castle who might be badly in danger from a monster like this. That Croc was probably still a little pissed off at him and probably not going to be in the mood to check feathers or headbands.
Fortunately, his other self is easy to sense. Sans gets close with one more shortcut that leaves, and then it's just a matter of running. The sounds of battle are loud enough that he knows where he's going.
Sans stumbles around the corner, only to find himself forced to avert his gaze at the blazing bright light of the flames from up ahead. He makes out the silhouette of Toriel, guesses that Croc must be in front of her...and then his gaze is drawn to the bright red already pooling from the huddled bundle on the floor.
"No."
He hurries forward. "nonononono stop that, you idiot, stop that..." Before dropping to his knees beside himself. All the while wondering what exactly he thinks he's going to do. He can't heal, he's never been able to heal, he's not strong enough for that...
...but maybe he doesn't have to be. Not for this.
If this works, it could open up a lot of fascinating possibilities for further researching his relationship with time and space, and probably the relationship every monster has between time and space. But mostly, Sans just prays it works. If it does, though, they're both going to be helpless for a bit. And while he trusts Toriel to beat Croc back, he also knows that they're two big monsters and a lot can happen in a fight like this.
So he calls out, hoping to make himself heard. "Tori! I'm getting him out of here!"