Slowly, Sans' gaze settles on the human waiting just up the hall. And with the last vestiges of sleep still clinging to his mind, with the way the sunbeams streaming in leave colors muted and blurred, the first name that comes to his mouth is: "frisk...?"
It's the smell of blood that alerts him. Sans is more familiar with that smell than most monsters, and this child is most of the reason why. His first thought is that that's his blood, but...no, he didn't bleed that much. Asgore or Flowey wouldn't have bled at all. Did they finally start in on the humans, before they arrived here?
And yet, any of that would be preferable to the cold fear in his marrow of what might have really happened. There are a lot of people who could bleed, here in this castle (Lucas, Sophie, Tauriel, Frisk...). A lot of them are his friends, and this wasn't supposed to happen (except he always knew it could), this has to be another dream (and he's never waking up)...
All these thoughts pass through Sans' head in a second or two, and he gives no outward sign of them. He's had practice at that, or maybe it's just that this child has left him dead inside too and he's only just remembering as much. Instead, the skeleton just takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a long sigh. Slowly, he slides off the windowsill and touches down on the ground. He looks up at the child, and the look on his face is only a smile by the most generous definition of the word.
"well, well, well..."
He holds up both hands, and it's like he never left the hallway. Two gasterblasters spin into existence out of the air, mouths gaping open, blue fire already blooming between their teeth.
"Let's just get to the point."
No speeches, no hesitation, no other warning. No mercy. More than anything, Sans doesn't want to make the same mistakes this time. So he launches right into his strongest attack.
Hope this is okay to start us off?
It's the smell of blood that alerts him. Sans is more familiar with that smell than most monsters, and this child is most of the reason why. His first thought is that that's his blood, but...no, he didn't bleed that much. Asgore or Flowey wouldn't have bled at all. Did they finally start in on the humans, before they arrived here?
And yet, any of that would be preferable to the cold fear in his marrow of what might have really happened. There are a lot of people who could bleed, here in this castle (Lucas, Sophie, Tauriel, Frisk...). A lot of them are his friends, and this wasn't supposed to happen (except he always knew it could), this has to be another dream (and he's never waking up)...
All these thoughts pass through Sans' head in a second or two, and he gives no outward sign of them. He's had practice at that, or maybe it's just that this child has left him dead inside too and he's only just remembering as much. Instead, the skeleton just takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a long sigh. Slowly, he slides off the windowsill and touches down on the ground. He looks up at the child, and the look on his face is only a smile by the most generous definition of the word.
"well, well, well..."
He holds up both hands, and it's like he never left the hallway. Two gasterblasters spin into existence out of the air, mouths gaping open, blue fire already blooming between their teeth.
"Let's just get to the point."
No speeches, no hesitation, no other warning. No mercy. More than anything, Sans doesn't want to make the same mistakes this time. So he launches right into his strongest attack.