S-4 has had enough dreams, especially over the last week, that he has started to recognize when he's been placed in one. Reality is usually solid and doesn't waver. It's easy to understand. Dreams are confusing and change too quickly to keep track of, and sometimes they contain images S-4 swears he would never see in real life.
He knows this is a dream. If this was real, there wouldn't be nearly so much blood. The bodies wouldn't change to show different faces every time he looked down. He's be able to feel the ground properly under his feet.
But even if it isn't real, the terror he experiences is real enough, especially when he hears the faint rattling of bones and sees Sans-Serif before him.
"Brother!"
He reaches out before pausing at the images of the other skeletons, looking between them with confusion. He can recognize both of them as Sans, but neither of them are Sanses he knows. It isn't just the normal Sans playing a prank and dressing in a costume... that one is taller and... darker, somehow, while the other is too energetic to be his brother.
Cautiously, S-4 takes a step closer, lifting his hand a bit more.
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He knows this is a dream. If this was real, there wouldn't be nearly so much blood. The bodies wouldn't change to show different faces every time he looked down. He's be able to feel the ground properly under his feet.
But even if it isn't real, the terror he experiences is real enough, especially when he hears the faint rattling of bones and sees Sans-Serif before him.
"Brother!"
He reaches out before pausing at the images of the other skeletons, looking between them with confusion. He can recognize both of them as Sans, but neither of them are Sanses he knows. It isn't just the normal Sans playing a prank and dressing in a costume... that one is taller and... darker, somehow, while the other is too energetic to be his brother.
Cautiously, S-4 takes a step closer, lifting his hand a bit more.
"I-It's okay... it's okay, I'm here..."