Sans is panting. There might be a way out. Maybe. He can barely move. He can barely breathe. His breath still catches in gaps, resumed by abrupt, shaky gasps in between. It hurts.
He falls back on his behind. If he were a foot (hah) closer, maybe he could kick out the weak spot... and then what? Drag himself away? Bleed out somewhere else and hope Gaster doesn't feel like following him.
Another shaky breath. Sans brings his hand to his shoulder and closes his eyes. He thinks about home, on the surface, that one time he snapped out of himself to save Papyrus from a couple of human punks with a baseball bat. It was abrupt, confusing, terrifying, in a time where he wasn't sure whether or not time really would keep on ticking. But he did it anyway. For once in his life, he could protect his brother.
He knows he can't do it again.
It ached. Maybe it showed in his soul, for all he knew. The feeling he couldn't protect his father, despite all the cards he had in his hands now. He knew he couldn't get away.
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Date: 2016-10-28 04:51 pm (UTC)Sans is panting. There might be a way out. Maybe. He can barely move. He can barely breathe. His breath still catches in gaps, resumed by abrupt, shaky gasps in between. It hurts.
He falls back on his behind. If he were a foot (hah) closer, maybe he could kick out the weak spot... and then what? Drag himself away? Bleed out somewhere else and hope Gaster doesn't feel like following him.
Another shaky breath. Sans brings his hand to his shoulder and closes his eyes. He thinks about home, on the surface, that one time he snapped out of himself to save Papyrus from a couple of human punks with a baseball bat. It was abrupt, confusing, terrifying, in a time where he wasn't sure whether or not time really would keep on ticking. But he did it anyway. For once in his life, he could protect his brother.
He knows he can't do it again.
It ached. Maybe it showed in his soul, for all he knew. The feeling he couldn't protect his father, despite all the cards he had in his hands now. He knew he couldn't get away.
His eyes stayed closed.
"Don't. Don't do this."