mypartnerintime: (Never minding what state I'm in)
Max Caulfield ([personal profile] mypartnerintime) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2016-11-13 01:09 am (UTC)

[She stands back and away from the door as instructed, leaning against one of the stone walls. There's a weird sound- almost like a roar, but she can't tell what it is. She can imagine, though: Sans throwing his magic against the metal.

She tells herself to breathe and be patient as several loud bangs sound out from Sans' side of the door. But by the end of it she feels nothing but more panic.

As Sans talks she wades back toward the door. Wades.

Waist-high now.

She puts her palms against the metal, leans her forehead on it. This really, really isn't going to end well for her, is it? There's nothing along the door that will help, no switches or hinges or levers...

No hinges. Nothing that even makes it look like a door. But that's what Sans keeps calling it. She around, trying to see the places where the metal meets the stone, but it's too dark.]


Hey uhh, Sans...? How did you know it was me on this side? I only knew it was you because of your voice, but you... I think you said my name before you heard me.

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