It must be a dream. Sans-Serif assumes that he can dream, because Dr. Gaster always wishes them both "sweet dreams" whenever they get put back in their pods for rest. He's in a...castle? Maybe he's dreaming about the King's castle. The scientists are always talking about him.
He feels the collection of souls before he hears the voices. Monster souls and other souls and...human souls. That makes a little shudder of dread run up his spine, because he's dreaming that he's alone and his brother is supposed to be there when he faces humans. But it's just a dream. Just some mental exercise, like one of S-4's puzzles. He's really safe in his pod. As long as he doesn't dream that the scientists are here...
So, deciding to explore even the facsimile of freedom while he has it - and because even Sans-Serif isn't sure he could fall asleep on the floor, or what would happen if he tried to fall asleep in a dream anyway - he creeps quietly towards the cluster of souls. Down one flight of stairs, along a hallway...it feels strange, to be going anywhere without being led by the hand. Like he'll trip and fall at any moment without someone to anchor him down.
He'll probably slip inside in the shadow of someone else, a small, frail, child-sized being whose eyesockets have only the barest discernible glint in their otherwise dark depths. Nevertheless, those who know the skeleton in the hoodie might find several familiar details there. Sans-Serif does see himself there, taking notes, chatting, eating, and that only services to further convince him that this is a dream.
So he might as well try some dream-food. It all looks much too fanciful to be real anyway, and he's curious despite himself.
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Date: 2016-01-29 08:18 pm (UTC)It must be a dream. Sans-Serif assumes that he can dream, because Dr. Gaster always wishes them both "sweet dreams" whenever they get put back in their pods for rest. He's in a...castle? Maybe he's dreaming about the King's castle. The scientists are always talking about him.
He feels the collection of souls before he hears the voices. Monster souls and other souls and...human souls. That makes a little shudder of dread run up his spine, because he's dreaming that he's alone and his brother is supposed to be there when he faces humans. But it's just a dream. Just some mental exercise, like one of S-4's puzzles. He's really safe in his pod. As long as he doesn't dream that the scientists are here...
So, deciding to explore even the facsimile of freedom while he has it - and because even Sans-Serif isn't sure he could fall asleep on the floor, or what would happen if he tried to fall asleep in a dream anyway - he creeps quietly towards the cluster of souls. Down one flight of stairs, along a hallway...it feels strange, to be going anywhere without being led by the hand. Like he'll trip and fall at any moment without someone to anchor him down.
He'll probably slip inside in the shadow of someone else, a small, frail, child-sized being whose eyesockets have only the barest discernible glint in their otherwise dark depths. Nevertheless, those who know the skeleton in the hoodie might find several familiar details there. Sans-Serif does see himself there, taking notes, chatting, eating, and that only services to further convince him that this is a dream.
So he might as well try some dream-food. It all looks much too fanciful to be real anyway, and he's curious despite himself.