His arms, legs, and back crackle softly as they slowly reset themselves, shifting back to his normal form with broken, jagged movements. It still hurts. He's never stopped himself half way before, but now he surely knows the cost of it. Shedding his other form while its complete is usually exhausting, but refreshing physically, as the dust takes his wounds with it. This just feels like she smashed his frame apart and is trying to put it back together like a puzzle.
He's slowly becoming himself again. Maybe in more way than one. Yet, his mind lags behind, caught up in the trauma that they've both just been through. He pulls back from the embrace slowly, looking up at Papyrus with eyes that feel more naturally Sans. The wildness is ebbing away in favour of genuine sorrow in his gaze.
"You're... you're not," he explains, because it's easier to explain the facts of what happened than it is to explain the emotions. Did he experience that, through his nightmare? The idea repulses Sans on a level he can barely tolerate. Its two worlds that should never have touched again. "I killed it. The thing that had you."
He's killed a lot of nightmares this week, but none that were so personal, or so threatening. He's going to be shaken up by this one for a while.
"She doesn't have to know," he says immediately, to Papyrus worrying about the Ringmaster. If she thinks that Sans would let her hurt his brother, she has another thing coming.
The sobbing has calmed, but remaining tears are still travelling silently down his cheeks. He's so transparently hollow, right now, in a way he tries so hard not to let on. He's nothing but empty and lost.
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He's slowly becoming himself again. Maybe in more way than one. Yet, his mind lags behind, caught up in the trauma that they've both just been through. He pulls back from the embrace slowly, looking up at Papyrus with eyes that feel more naturally Sans. The wildness is ebbing away in favour of genuine sorrow in his gaze.
"You're... you're not," he explains, because it's easier to explain the facts of what happened than it is to explain the emotions. Did he experience that, through his nightmare? The idea repulses Sans on a level he can barely tolerate. Its two worlds that should never have touched again. "I killed it. The thing that had you."
He's killed a lot of nightmares this week, but none that were so personal, or so threatening. He's going to be shaken up by this one for a while.
"She doesn't have to know," he says immediately, to Papyrus worrying about the Ringmaster. If she thinks that Sans would let her hurt his brother, she has another thing coming.
The sobbing has calmed, but remaining tears are still travelling silently down his cheeks. He's so transparently hollow, right now, in a way he tries so hard not to let on. He's nothing but empty and lost.