That look in his eyes is more than just familiar - this scene is, too. It's just something that usually happens to Sans when he's dreaming, which is only increasing his doubts that this is actually happening to either of them, rather than being just another shared dream.
It's disquieting, to meet someone else who's as corrosively and elaborately hateful towards himself. Sans can't help but think back on some of the things he's literally beaten into himself, in dreams. 'what good are you, what's the point of you when you don't even deserve to be alive. you pathetic failure of an experiment, you're empty inside and your bones just don't know it yet...'
"did i stutter?" It makes him sick to think back to those dreams, especially when they're sometimes some of the less horrifying dreams he's had to face this week. But Sans grits his teeth, and forces himself to keep his eyes on the real Neil.
"easy, pal. you're a pretty tall guy and i'm a pretty small skeleton. this is just to make sure i don't knock you in the head until we get you somewhere to lay down. i'm not gonna drop you." The likely source of the trick is visible as a soft blue and white glow emanating from Sans' chest, where the heart might be in something that had a heart. Both his hands are held out straight in front of him, shaking just a bit with the effort of holding Neil up. But he slowly turns them in midair, and Neil will feel his position adjusted, too, until he's at least not flopping about quite so helplessly. "c'mon. humans like flying, right?"
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Date: 2016-03-22 01:36 am (UTC)It's disquieting, to meet someone else who's as corrosively and elaborately hateful towards himself. Sans can't help but think back on some of the things he's literally beaten into himself, in dreams. 'what good are you, what's the point of you when you don't even deserve to be alive. you pathetic failure of an experiment, you're empty inside and your bones just don't know it yet...'
"did i stutter?" It makes him sick to think back to those dreams, especially when they're sometimes some of the less horrifying dreams he's had to face this week. But Sans grits his teeth, and forces himself to keep his eyes on the real Neil.
"easy, pal. you're a pretty tall guy and i'm a pretty small skeleton. this is just to make sure i don't knock you in the head until we get you somewhere to lay down. i'm not gonna drop you." The likely source of the trick is visible as a soft blue and white glow emanating from Sans' chest, where the heart might be in something that had a heart. Both his hands are held out straight in front of him, shaking just a bit with the effort of holding Neil up. But he slowly turns them in midair, and Neil will feel his position adjusted, too, until he's at least not flopping about quite so helplessly. "c'mon. humans like flying, right?"