Tim trips and goes down and cowers, covering his head like he thinks Sans is going to attack him, or worse. Or much, much worse. Sans remembers the tower, remembers the way Alex reacted the times he managed to startle him.
He's...
So fucking bad at this.
He stops several feet away and takes a step back, hands up.
"tim, it's me. i'm sorry. i didn't--it's just me. it's sans. i'm not going to hurt you. i'm not gonna take you anywhere. i..."
He crouches, because that thing is tall--it's very tall--and maybe if he makes himself even smaller, Tim will believe him and come out of this. He makes sure his eyelights are glowing bright, even though it gives him a headache--it doesn't have eyes, doesn't have a face at all, he remembers that. Just blank white.
He's too tired, though, especially from moving fast, so his legs sort of give out. He ends up just sitting in the fallen leaves.
"it's just me."
His breathing is ragged, but he doesn't care. He's probably going to fall asleep soon, but if he can just...time it right, try and make sure Tim is safe before then...should he go get help? Not Jay. Clem? No, she's just a kid. Papyrus? He'd make things worse with how tall he is, and he doesn't know Tim.
Max? He has no idea where she is, but she was friends with Alex, and she must understand some of this stuff, right?
Someone has to fix this, because Sans obviously can't.
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He fucked up, he fucked up.
Tim trips and goes down and cowers, covering his head like he thinks Sans is going to attack him, or worse. Or much, much worse. Sans remembers the tower, remembers the way Alex reacted the times he managed to startle him.
He's...
So fucking bad at this.
He stops several feet away and takes a step back, hands up.
"tim, it's me. i'm sorry. i didn't--it's just me. it's sans. i'm not going to hurt you. i'm not gonna take you anywhere. i..."
He crouches, because that thing is tall--it's very tall--and maybe if he makes himself even smaller, Tim will believe him and come out of this. He makes sure his eyelights are glowing bright, even though it gives him a headache--it doesn't have eyes, doesn't have a face at all, he remembers that. Just blank white.
He's too tired, though, especially from moving fast, so his legs sort of give out. He ends up just sitting in the fallen leaves.
"it's just me."
His breathing is ragged, but he doesn't care. He's probably going to fall asleep soon, but if he can just...time it right, try and make sure Tim is safe before then...should he go get help? Not Jay. Clem? No, she's just a kid. Papyrus? He'd make things worse with how tall he is, and he doesn't know Tim.
Max? He has no idea where she is, but she was friends with Alex, and she must understand some of this stuff, right?
Someone has to fix this, because Sans obviously can't.