There's a knife on a nearby table. It looks sharp enough, right up until the point Frisk picks it up. Then it will reveal itself to be just a well-crafted toy. Which is probably a strange enough thing to find even outside of a lab. You don't see many toys like that, nowadays.
Sans is awake, at least, even if he's not trying to move much. He's at least conscious enough to glower up at the machine. "hey," he says, as sternly as he ever can. "you got what you wanted. behave."
The machine grumbles at him, its beak creaking, but slowly falls silent once more.
Gaster appears beside Frisk, as though he's been there the entire time. "It's all right," he says, resting a hand on Frisk's shoulder. "There's a trick to it." Which he shows by reaching out and undoing the straps for them. Or at least, he moves his fingers over them and they simply vanish. But it gets the job done anyway.
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Date: 2016-03-20 08:54 am (UTC)Sans is awake, at least, even if he's not trying to move much. He's at least conscious enough to glower up at the machine. "hey," he says, as sternly as he ever can. "you got what you wanted. behave."
The machine grumbles at him, its beak creaking, but slowly falls silent once more.
Gaster appears beside Frisk, as though he's been there the entire time. "It's all right," he says, resting a hand on Frisk's shoulder. "There's a trick to it." Which he shows by reaching out and undoing the straps for them. Or at least, he moves his fingers over them and they simply vanish. But it gets the job done anyway.