Max has followed Sans obediently for an entire day now. She'd been wandering the mansion for a while, lost and confused, the whispering voices in her head an ever-present threat. It had been a breath of fresh air when she saw him, when he'd convinced her to follow him into the caves.
Though maybe not for the reason he thinks.
Even as Sans looks up at the shaking ceiling, Max looks down at her shoulder bag. She pushes the cover aside just enough to see within. The small screen of her Oregon phone lights up the dark of her bag, cracked and covered in static.
Oh, how she'd been carrying it all this time. How she'd wanted to bring it around to other places. Down to the caverns, even, where there were so many people hiding. She wanted to show them- something, something... It had been itching in the back of her mind, that thing, it had been gnawing at her for days...
And then Sans showed up to help her. To help her get to safety- to all those people. Those living, breathing things. She was so relieved.
She looks back up at him, blinking through the haze of falling dust.
"...A joke?" She wonders if he'd find the phone in her bag funny. If it's funny that she's been carrying it near him all this time. Though she can't imagine why- why it would be funny. Sometimes, in brief flashes, it seems a little horrifying.
"Yeah. Okay. Might as well... make the most of our walk." Her voice wavers with uncertainty as another rumble sends stones tumbling down the walls, and she looks around in fear.
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Though maybe not for the reason he thinks.
Even as Sans looks up at the shaking ceiling, Max looks down at her shoulder bag. She pushes the cover aside just enough to see within. The small screen of her Oregon phone lights up the dark of her bag, cracked and covered in static.
Oh, how she'd been carrying it all this time. How she'd wanted to bring it around to other places. Down to the caverns, even, where there were so many people hiding. She wanted to show them- something, something... It had been itching in the back of her mind, that thing, it had been gnawing at her for days...
And then Sans showed up to help her. To help her get to safety- to all those people. Those living, breathing things. She was so relieved.
She looks back up at him, blinking through the haze of falling dust.
"...A joke?" She wonders if he'd find the phone in her bag funny. If it's funny that she's been carrying it near him all this time. Though she can't imagine why- why it would be funny. Sometimes, in brief flashes, it seems a little horrifying.
"Yeah. Okay. Might as well... make the most of our walk." Her voice wavers with uncertainty as another rumble sends stones tumbling down the walls, and she looks around in fear.