[Sans drops like a pile of laundry onto the living room floor, a useless sack of unresponsive bones. He still can't move, and now he's bleeding red magic out onto the carpet, but that carpet is familiar and this room feels so much safer than the unforgiving canyon walls.
He still might die, he thinks, and it's a very clear thought amidst all his panicked ones. He's lost his right arm above the elbow and most of the wing at his right hip, except for the humerus. Papyrus is going to have to get his magic out of the carpet.
Papyrus. Where is he? Right now, Sans is selfish--enough that he doesn't even think of it as being selfish. There's just raw, hurt desperation there; he wants to see his brother. He wants Papyrus here, because he doesn't want to be all alone like this. He doesn't even know if Papyrus is home or not. He tries calling out anyway. It's a rough sound, thin from the screaming he was doing earlier, and it's not exactly Papyrus's name. Still, at least it's a noise. If Papyrus is around, he'd have to investigate, right? Please.]
2/2; cw post-vivisection
He still might die, he thinks, and it's a very clear thought amidst all his panicked ones. He's lost his right arm above the elbow and most of the wing at his right hip, except for the humerus. Papyrus is going to have to get his magic out of the carpet.
Papyrus. Where is he? Right now, Sans is selfish--enough that he doesn't even think of it as being selfish. There's just raw, hurt desperation there; he wants to see his brother. He wants Papyrus here, because he doesn't want to be all alone like this. He doesn't even know if Papyrus is home or not. He tries calling out anyway. It's a rough sound, thin from the screaming he was doing earlier, and it's not exactly Papyrus's name. Still, at least it's a noise. If Papyrus is around, he'd have to investigate, right? Please.]