He knows that voice. He knows that SOUL. But why is it here, why is it calling out now of all times, what's going...
And scant seconds later, Sans has no time to keep wondering. His right eyesocket remains dark. His left eyesocket flares white with pain in response. He claps a hand over it, all but doubling over in pain. The other hand remains pressed down tight enough to hurt over his other self's ribcage. But the harsh white glow remains visibly pulsing through his fingers, responding and mimicking that same uknowable code.
Piece reaches out for piece, and he is suddenly on the ground bleeding, except he's staring out at the world through tempered glass, except he's a child he's grown and on the surface he's dying and falling apart and burning and no no no...
...whoever he is, it's dangerous here for him. For them. Or maybe they're the dangerous ones. Either way, moving slowly because everything hurts, Sans slowly takes tighter hold of his other self. And then, without even entirely thinking about it consciously, he spirits them both away all in a rush, somewhere else, somewhere away.
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Date: 2016-09-20 12:40 pm (UTC)He knows that voice. He knows that SOUL. But why is it here, why is it calling out now of all times, what's going...
And scant seconds later, Sans has no time to keep wondering. His right eyesocket remains dark. His left eyesocket flares white with pain in response. He claps a hand over it, all but doubling over in pain. The other hand remains pressed down tight enough to hurt over his other self's ribcage. But the harsh white glow remains visibly pulsing through his fingers, responding and mimicking that same uknowable code.
Piece reaches out for piece, and he is suddenly on the ground bleeding, except he's staring out at the world through tempered glass, except he's a child he's grown and on the surface he's dying and falling apart and burning and no no no...
...whoever he is, it's dangerous here for him. For them. Or maybe they're the dangerous ones. Either way, moving slowly because everything hurts, Sans slowly takes tighter hold of his other self. And then, without even entirely thinking about it consciously, he spirits them both away all in a rush, somewhere else, somewhere away.