Needle. I think. In my wing. [Sans is entirely limp in Papyrus's grip, but aside from his leg, his left half is mostly injury-free. Still, lifting Sans up is going to let his wings unfold and hang, limp but in nine feet of the way.
The monster is standing in the backyard now, watching. It's examining the potential entrances.]
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The monster is standing in the backyard now, watching. It's examining the potential entrances.]