A Frisk with...with wings and hooves and horns and oh god teeth...he wasn't exactly expecting that either. If it weren't for the eyes and several other minor details he's learned to notice, even he might not have recognized them. Even as he does, Sans' jaw drops and his eyes go wide, unconsciously mirroring their expression. "Huh?!"
He stands stock still and stares for several seconds. Then all in a rush, he jolts back to life, darting this way and that around them to try and get a look at the full extent of the changes.
"Oh man, what happened to you?" He reaches out to brush a hand over their wing. His fingers feel stiff and dull. "Oh god, what happened to me?" He stares aghast at his hand, and then places his hand over his...chest? Skin? "I mean, I...ow!" Sans immediately frowns, pressing a hand over his mouth, before letting out a frustrated sort of noise. "Why do I have to deal with this thing?"
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Date: 2016-10-02 01:21 am (UTC)He stands stock still and stares for several seconds. Then all in a rush, he jolts back to life, darting this way and that around them to try and get a look at the full extent of the changes.
"Oh man, what happened to you?" He reaches out to brush a hand over their wing. His fingers feel stiff and dull. "Oh god, what happened to me?" He stares aghast at his hand, and then places his hand over his...chest? Skin? "I mean, I...ow!" Sans immediately frowns, pressing a hand over his mouth, before letting out a frustrated sort of noise. "Why do I have to deal with this thing?"