skelepun: ([sans] 31)
Sans ([personal profile] skelepun) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log 2016-07-03 03:07 am (UTC)

It's not the scene he was hoping to walk in on.

It's not even the scene he was expecting.

Toriel was strong. Stronger than all of them, really. The strength of boss monsters, their endurance, the robustness of their souls -- it was stuff of legend. If anyone were to make it through this, Sans would have bet everything he had on it being her.

So when he turns a corner into the hall, in time to catch one of the Caducans reloading, it takes him a moment to contextualize just what he's seeing. Even so, a matter of seconds is all it takes. Sans raises a hand, bones rising from the ship floor to skewer the woman through the chest.

"Toriel!" His voice is hoarse, unaccustomed to shouting. In another second, he appears from down the hallway to where Asriel lay beside her. Eye sockets wide with panic and illuminated by the flame, it's clear to see now that Papyrus's dust was still fresh and powdery on his hands and jacket.

"It's okay, Asriel, stay between us." He orders, rubbing his hands together, trying to generate any healing magic. "Tori, you with me?"

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