Sans lets out a sound that might best be described as a rather undignified "eep" as he suddenly finds himself pulled into one of the single most ferocious hugs he's ever been on the receiving end of.
And just like that, all the memories come slamming back as sure and as sharp as a blow to the head. He remembers teetering on the edge, remembers those eyes and how it had all seemed so simple and how it was all his fault and and and...
"because i'm scared!" The words are a sob, choked and painful but no less sharp than the child's wail. They're a truth he's been trying to outrun for days and days and a truth that's now all around him like dust. "they're not gonna stop, i can't make them stop, they're just gonna find someone else and i can't do it anymore, i can't go through that again, i can't i can't..."
He'd realized, on some marrow-deep level when Chara had made their offer, that he would truly rather die instead.
Then there's no more words for a while. Just a lot of clinging and a lot of choked, whimpering sobs, until Sans is exhausted all over again from the force of that outpouring of emotion.
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And just like that, all the memories come slamming back as sure and as sharp as a blow to the head. He remembers teetering on the edge, remembers those eyes and how it had all seemed so simple and how it was all his fault and and and...
"because i'm scared!" The words are a sob, choked and painful but no less sharp than the child's wail. They're a truth he's been trying to outrun for days and days and a truth that's now all around him like dust. "they're not gonna stop, i can't make them stop, they're just gonna find someone else and i can't do it anymore, i can't go through that again, i can't i can't..."
He'd realized, on some marrow-deep level when Chara had made their offer, that he would truly rather die instead.
Then there's no more words for a while. Just a lot of clinging and a lot of choked, whimpering sobs, until Sans is exhausted all over again from the force of that outpouring of emotion.