[Reaching up for Sans is interrupted by the clear and repeated instruction - behold. Papyrus stares at the screen even as his hand keeps reaching up to his brother, taking in the static, symbols, and screaming souls with a flinch that still can't divert his gaze.
But the ground shakes, and the screen goes black - the black of lost signal, rather than other things. He manages to shake his head, shake the sudden need to memorize the sight, and re-prioritize. Sans, whose soul looked fractured and trickling light.
Sans who's on the ground now, lying still and dim, practically back to 'normal' - maybe one or two extra sets of wings, which is nothing compared to the clump of feathers and eyes he'd been a minute ago. The stillness leaves Papyrus still too, staring with fresh dread, until...]
Sans? Are you... o-kay?
[It's easy to see the answer's no, in some degree. But if he doesn't even joke or pretend to be fine, well... Papyrus puts a grasping claw gently to his brother's shoulder, ready to pick him up if he doesn't protest.]
sans's no good very bad soul appetizer tray
But the ground shakes, and the screen goes black - the black of lost signal, rather than other things. He manages to shake his head, shake the sudden need to memorize the sight, and re-prioritize. Sans, whose soul looked fractured and trickling light.
Sans who's on the ground now, lying still and dim, practically back to 'normal' - maybe one or two extra sets of wings, which is nothing compared to the clump of feathers and eyes he'd been a minute ago. The stillness leaves Papyrus still too, staring with fresh dread, until...]
Sans? Are you... o-kay?
[It's easy to see the answer's no, in some degree. But if he doesn't even joke or pretend to be fine, well... Papyrus puts a grasping claw gently to his brother's shoulder, ready to pick him up if he doesn't protest.]