His bones were larger, stronger, his fingers becoming clawed. (How did Papyrus manage those proportions?)Īnother surge ripped through him and this time it hurt. He felt gangly, stretched too thin, unbalanced. Sans let himself fall to his knees - past experience dictated that he did not want to be standing during change. His legs were stretching, his joints rearranging, adjusting to new girth and height. The rest of his body was following suit, becoming engulfed in crackling blue energy. His skull felt like it was being stretched out, completely, and after clasping his hands over his new muzzle in response to its aching, he knew by this stage that his face was virtually unrecognisable by now. He felt his bones shift and heard them creak and crack in response. His eye exploded with energy, causing his head to be thrown back by the force. Well, no use delaying the inevitable any longer. He traced his teeth with a bony finger, feeling the canines begin to set in. Even his nasal hole seemed to be splitting upwards, a crack travelling up between his eyes. Two small horns were slowly forming at the back of his skull, while his cranium seemed to be forming into a larger, central horn pointing backwards. His jawline had become jagged, and was beginning to split at his chin. His features had already shifted considerably. He tried, one last time, to stop the process, to see if he could give this one a miss and bounce back from his sullen (and enabling) mood. Stopping at a clearing, he let himself fall back against a tree, letting out a heavy sigh. Definitely for the best.Īt least his tormentor was considerate enough for that. It was sunset - closing in on the evening. Sans let himself walk fairly deep into the woods. And sometimes they didn’t handle it in the best ways. Not that humanity was all bad - but like with anything new or sudden, humanity needed time to adjust to things. The stigma of the mountain had its perks - not a lot of people dared to approach, and it was a good spot for monsters like him to retreat to when they needed a breather from humanity. He arrived in the woods at the base of Mt Ebbott. He would stave this off for as long as he had to. He kept it shut, just in case, kept his breathing controlled. He knew his eye was flickering wildly in its telltale electric blue and yellow, but there weren’t many folks around to witness it. Sans wandered down the street, hood over his head. Sans had even stopped accompanying him to lessons, reassured that his brother was getting along well with the humans and not crashing into traffic cones deliberately (merely because they were orange. His determination had remained consistent the entire time. The skeleton initially had difficulty meeting the learning curve, but eventually progressed into a bright student. He’d been taking driver’s lessons soon after they’d reached the surface. Other days, there was enough give in his psyche for him to know that staying in plain sight wasn’t the best idea. He’d be in too good a place, or maybe he wouldn’t even notice. Some days, the roar wouldn’t do anything. He’d slip on his jacket, put his fists in his pockets and venture away. Not anymore.īut as soon as it sounded, Sans always knew to leave the house. In vain, for the most part - no real harm could be done. Attempting to reclaim what they believed was theirs. ![]() It was the sound of someone reaching out. Whispers and screams that would briefly turn heads, but scarcely for more than a few moments. A staticky roar that managed to reach beyond the Underground, leeching into the fabric of the world above. He’s just a little startled at how far he’d go. Sans should know by know that Papyrus is willing to go above and beyond to keep him company when he’s down. It’s kinda like an epilogue to that setting.) ![]() (This story is written from the setting established by these pictures. Not sure if I can do anything.”īrain: “WRITE AN AWFUL 5000 WORD SUPER-INDULGENT, FLUFFY AND SAPPY GASTERBLASTER AU FANFICTION” Me: “Boy I sure do feel low and hormonal, today.
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