There's that stuttering of time again. They miss. Of course. Well, what does it matter? Either they'll RESET and try it again, or...
Chara lands- collapses, really- onto the floor and rolls inelegantly away from Sans. They come to a stop with a soft thunk against the far wall, where they claw their way into an upright position, even though it feels like their limbs are about to fall off. But it's a distant sort of pain, as if they're not really feeling it, but somehow observing someone else's. They still laugh, a little, but it's wheezy and quiet.
Time seems to slow as the bones arrow towards them. They actually manage to dodge between the first few, possibly out of an ingrained sense of determination. It doesn't do any good. An enormous blue bone flies towards them, too big for them to dodge, and it sinks right through them.
(00/92)
They can feel their soul S H A T T E R.
And then they're falling down again, and it feels as if they're drifting through something soft and deep and black, the hallway and the pain and the magic bullets surrounding them an indistinct impression compared to the sensation.
They've stopped laughing, and Sans will be able to see that their expression is rather like that of someone sleeping: a little serene, and mostly distant.
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Chara lands- collapses, really- onto the floor and rolls inelegantly away from Sans. They come to a stop with a soft thunk against the far wall, where they claw their way into an upright position, even though it feels like their limbs are about to fall off. But it's a distant sort of pain, as if they're not really feeling it, but somehow observing someone else's. They still laugh, a little, but it's wheezy and quiet.
Time seems to slow as the bones arrow towards them. They actually manage to dodge between the first few, possibly out of an ingrained sense of determination. It doesn't do any good. An enormous blue bone flies towards them, too big for them to dodge, and it sinks right through them.
(00/92)
They can feel their soul S H A T T E R.
And then they're falling down again, and it feels as if they're drifting through something soft and deep and black, the hallway and the pain and the magic bullets surrounding them an indistinct impression compared to the sensation.
They've stopped laughing, and Sans will be able to see that their expression is rather like that of someone sleeping: a little serene, and mostly distant.