[Sans crashes to the ground coughing and choking on nothing. He lands on his side and tips forward onto his stomach and he stays there, mind filled with a dull, numb static that promises to go all sharp and electric if he goes poking around. The memories of the last few--did it even last seconds?--are raw and tender and just as dangerous as the rest of his scattered thoughts. His extra arms have faded back to invisibility; indeed, he's hardly glowing at all, having bled magic so dramatically.
Sans should check on his soul. He should check on Papyrus. He should sit up. He should move, he should do anything at all, but his body feels as far away as that piece of his soul is now. Passing out might not be so bad, but he's denied that sort of easy escape. Instead, he's left staring across the floor, still as if he'd Fallen Down.
But he can at least find his voice, raw as it sounds when he uses it.] Papyrus?
after the rc car adventure; I think it's fair to cw for just massive amounts of trauma here
[Sans crashes to the ground coughing and choking on nothing. He lands on his side and tips forward onto his stomach and he stays there, mind filled with a dull, numb static that promises to go all sharp and electric if he goes poking around. The memories of the last few--did it even last seconds?--are raw and tender and just as dangerous as the rest of his scattered thoughts. His extra arms have faded back to invisibility; indeed, he's hardly glowing at all, having bled magic so dramatically.
Sans should check on his soul. He should check on Papyrus. He should sit up. He should move, he should do anything at all, but his body feels as far away as that piece of his soul is now. Passing out might not be so bad, but he's denied that sort of easy escape. Instead, he's left staring across the floor, still as if he'd Fallen Down.
But he can at least find his voice, raw as it sounds when he uses it.] Papyrus?