Exactly. There's no reason why you can't be friends with your own attack. The Blasters weren't hostile if they had nothing to attack. So far, as of San's whole three years of life, they never had a reason to be. Even if they did, Sans' inexperienced magic (though already impressive and unusual for his age) so far put their strength at about puppy level.
They even react like puppies when Sans holds out a handful of cookies to them. They approach slowly and, one brief sniff later, chomp them out of his bony hand. Sans bursts into delighted laughter and pulls back.
"Heheheheh! They like them!"
Sans grabs another handful and offers more. They chomp. He squeals. This goes on for a while.
"Hey... hey, dad. Hey dad. They're really hungry. They were..." Give him a second. "I think they were hungry to the bone."
That's 'starved to the bone', but whatever. He's not good at this yet.
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Date: 2017-01-11 03:22 am (UTC)They even react like puppies when Sans holds out a handful of cookies to them. They approach slowly and, one brief sniff later, chomp them out of his bony hand. Sans bursts into delighted laughter and pulls back.
"Heheheheh! They like them!"
Sans grabs another handful and offers more. They chomp. He squeals. This goes on for a while.
"Hey... hey, dad. Hey dad. They're really hungry. They were..." Give him a second. "I think they were hungry to the bone."
That's 'starved to the bone', but whatever. He's not good at this yet.