He can't make or use a SAVE point himself (they say that one day he'll be that strong). But Sans-Serif still recognizes just what he's looking at, and lets out a panicked, strangled gasp of realization. He points a shaking fingerbone at them the best he can, bound up as he is, and tries to stammer out a warning. "you..! it's, it's...you!"
It's the anomaly and he has to fight but he can't, he doesn't want to, and he's not supposed to be alone when he does...
Sans-Serif scrambles up desperately to his feet and tries to hide behind his other self. But it makes no move to attack. It just stands there, motionless and waiting, looking from itself to Frisk and back again. It won't attack without being told to, and the other scientists don't listen to Sans-Serif's warnings. They just sigh in exasperation, and make more notes. "Mistaken, deluded, jumpy, overly sensitive, needs recalibration..."
One of the scientists calls over to Frisk: "Tell it to get moving again."
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It's the anomaly and he has to fight but he can't, he doesn't want to, and he's not supposed to be alone when he does...
Sans-Serif scrambles up desperately to his feet and tries to hide behind his other self. But it makes no move to attack. It just stands there, motionless and waiting, looking from itself to Frisk and back again. It won't attack without being told to, and the other scientists don't listen to Sans-Serif's warnings. They just sigh in exasperation, and make more notes. "Mistaken, deluded, jumpy, overly sensitive, needs recalibration..."
One of the scientists calls over to Frisk: "Tell it to get moving again."