Sans' eyesockets go dark for a moment with shock, ugly and raw enough to tear at his soul. It probably shouldn't, this should probably be the least surprising thing to hear Chara say to him. But it's one thing to guess as much about a person, and quite another to hear it. Especially accompanied by that smile.
There are so many things he could say in reply to that. He could point out that "using his magic on himself" doesn't have to involve killing himself. He uses it to fake flying all the time. He could point out that once he's dust, then Chara has absolutely no reason to keep their word - especially if they get it into their head that there's someone else in their head again. Once he's dust, he really has no way to keep Frisk safe.
...but what has he ever done to keep them safe while he's alive, either? Being alive is how he got them into this mess in the first place.
It's better this way.
So in the end, Sans just laughs. He tries not to. He presses his teeth together hard enough that they ache, presses a hand over his mouth. But his shoulders still shake with slightly hysterical amusement. "man. and here i was going to go ahead and offer to let you finish the job instead. but, hey. this'll probably hurt a lot less." It could even turn into quite a fascinating little experiment, if he remembers it later. And if he actually does come back in three days.
Well. Only one way to find out.
Sans holds up a hand, and a blaster flickers into existence over one shoulder. It doesn't happen quite as smoothly as Chara might be used to seeing - rather than spinning and twisting itself into being out of thin air, it seems to flicker and waver like a heat haze, growing slowly and painfully more solid. But in the end, it appears, and for a moment it stares at Chara and Frisk with blank, sightless eyes and gaping jaws.
Then it swivels in the air to point at Sans instead, and light starts to crackle and bloom between its teeth. It takes a second or two longer than it normally might, to charge up the blast. But given how visibly weak he is, that probably isn't too surprising. Indeed, if either of them think to *CHECK him, now that he's nearby and standing still, they might see that he does not, in fact, have one HP.
He has half a point.
Even so, Sans has blaster hold itself back for a second. He addresses what he says next to Chara. "hey, uh, you mind turning the kid around for this next bit? i mean, c'mon. even i can't kill you with one shot to the back." And he doesn't think he should have to point out that he's not going to run.
![[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: 2016-03-15 12:56 pm (UTC)There are so many things he could say in reply to that. He could point out that "using his magic on himself" doesn't have to involve killing himself. He uses it to fake flying all the time. He could point out that once he's dust, then Chara has absolutely no reason to keep their word - especially if they get it into their head that there's someone else in their head again. Once he's dust, he really has no way to keep Frisk safe.
...but what has he ever done to keep them safe while he's alive, either? Being alive is how he got them into this mess in the first place.
It's better this way.So in the end, Sans just laughs. He tries not to. He presses his teeth together hard enough that they ache, presses a hand over his mouth. But his shoulders still shake with slightly hysterical amusement. "man. and here i was going to go ahead and offer to let you finish the job instead. but, hey. this'll probably hurt a lot less." It could even turn into quite a fascinating little experiment, if he remembers it later. And if he actually does come back in three days.
Well. Only one way to find out.
Sans holds up a hand, and a blaster flickers into existence over one shoulder. It doesn't happen quite as smoothly as Chara might be used to seeing - rather than spinning and twisting itself into being out of thin air, it seems to flicker and waver like a heat haze, growing slowly and painfully more solid. But in the end, it appears, and for a moment it stares at Chara and Frisk with blank, sightless eyes and gaping jaws.
Then it swivels in the air to point at Sans instead, and light starts to crackle and bloom between its teeth. It takes a second or two longer than it normally might, to charge up the blast. But given how visibly weak he is, that probably isn't too surprising. Indeed, if either of them think to *CHECK him, now that he's nearby and standing still, they might see that he does not, in fact, have one HP.
He has half a point.
Even so, Sans has blaster hold itself back for a second. He addresses what he says next to Chara. "hey, uh, you mind turning the kid around for this next bit? i mean, c'mon. even i can't kill you with one shot to the back." And he doesn't think he should have to point out that he's not going to run.