"Don't talk like that. Honestly, there's not enough room in this excuse for a lab for you to be hating yourself like the rest of these jerks seem to." He mutters under his breath as he continues struggling with the strings. "Besides, I'll get you to your brother soon."
The skeleton's position is a little worrying, but at least he's still. Neil just vows to ignore how sick he may feel and get this over with without a single instance of pain for the skeleton. He's not like the others here. He isn't going to put this kid through hell for the sake of an experiment. They can claim it's for the future of monsters if they want, but Neil sees it as them being psychopaths, plain and simple.
He sees the last thread, and is about to carefully lift Sans-Serif's arm up, but the doll seems to take charge, and Neil almost cries out until he remembers that skeletons can detatch their limbs without much pain. He just scrambles over to the last thread and cuts it, before grabbing up the discarded limb.
"Don't move a fucking inch," he warns the doll, before he turns back to Sans-Serif.
"Hey, buddy. It's okay. I've got you. Could you come over here so I can put you back together?"
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Date: 2016-04-01 04:23 am (UTC)The skeleton's position is a little worrying, but at least he's still. Neil just vows to ignore how sick he may feel and get this over with without a single instance of pain for the skeleton. He's not like the others here. He isn't going to put this kid through hell for the sake of an experiment. They can claim it's for the future of monsters if they want, but Neil sees it as them being psychopaths, plain and simple.
He sees the last thread, and is about to carefully lift Sans-Serif's arm up, but the doll seems to take charge, and Neil almost cries out until he remembers that skeletons can detatch their limbs without much pain. He just scrambles over to the last thread and cuts it, before grabbing up the discarded limb.
"Don't move a fucking inch," he warns the doll, before he turns back to Sans-Serif.
"Hey, buddy. It's okay. I've got you. Could you come over here so I can put you back together?"