punful: (what do you call a tired skeleton?)
sans ([personal profile] punful) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2017-11-07 07:09 am (UTC)

She raises her hand, and Sans braces himself.

And then--

Everything grinds down, and it feels like he's being compressed. Like the earth and all the trees have all bent toward him, crushing him inward, the very air feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. There's that long, awful, dragging sensation, like he's being pulled over rough ground.

It's over in an instant. And he can't--quite remember. He knows a rewind when he feels it, but why? Is Max here? Max is here. Max came to help--something must have happened--something went wrong--

Sans's thoughts sort of fade to static for a moment. He has enough sense to duck behind a tree before he sinks to his knees, hands clapped over his left eyesocket. Pain radiates from his eyesocket and the crack above it, utterly blinding, but he stays completely silent, jaw clenched to keep from making even the smallest sound. Let Tim think he just disappeared. Let Max calm him down. Clearly, whatever happened, Sans wasn't helping at all.

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