The gunshots barely get a wince out of Barnaby, but the sound of a blast shortly after that is enough to rouse him from a restless sleep. He turns bleary eyes to Frisk, panicked that they're being hurt, but they're still chained up, still mainly unharmed despite the way the metal has cut into their arms from their struggling.
"Shh, Frisk, don't..." he mutters, even as the sound of fighting gets louder.
Adam, meanwhile, is taken very off guard by the blast, and cries out for a moment at the shock of it all... but after a moment, he realizes all he feels is a slight burn. His clothes are barely singed. He looks down at his barely red hands, then back up at the skeleton, and lets out a laugh that leaves Barnaby shivering.
"I'm not going anywhere until you're dead!" He flings himself down the stairs towards Sans, another shot fired in the hopes that the skeleton will be too busy running to dodge.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2017-07-16 10:14 pm (UTC)"Shh, Frisk, don't..." he mutters, even as the sound of fighting gets louder.
Adam, meanwhile, is taken very off guard by the blast, and cries out for a moment at the shock of it all... but after a moment, he realizes all he feels is a slight burn. His clothes are barely singed. He looks down at his barely red hands, then back up at the skeleton, and lets out a laugh that leaves Barnaby shivering.
"I'm not going anywhere until you're dead!" He flings himself down the stairs towards Sans, another shot fired in the hopes that the skeleton will be too busy running to dodge.