Why, exactly, you let Sans convince you to do gummies was out of your realm of knowledge.
The Skeleton's house was decently sized, but it seemed so much bigger as your dilated eyes glanced around the living room. The feeling of sluggishness had set in slowly, carefully drowning out the noise of the TV until it was static in your empty mind. You didn’t even realize anything was wrong until you were half slumped on the couch, your head against Sans's leg.
A chuckle sounded from above you, gently shifting your body with the way his frame shook. "You good over there?"
Unlike you, Sans was a lot more experienced with the side effects of edibles. If anything, it barely put a dent into his usual laziness. But you, on the other hand, looked absolutely out of it.
When you didn’t respond, he reached down, gently patting your shoulder. He didn't want to startle you, but the second his palm made contact, your entire body flinched – like the sensation echoed through every nerve at once.
"Whoa, careful now," Sans chuckled, pulling his had back. "Didn't mean to startle you."
You blinked, looking up at him with a slowness that rivaled the rapid beating of your heart. His grin looked blurier than usual, edges muddled by the haze settling over your vision. You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a slow exhale and a tentative: "... I think my bones are melting."
Sans huffed at that, skull tipping back against the couch. "heh. ironic thing to say to a skeleton."
You groaned softly, turning your head away, your face half hidden in the fabric of his shorts. "I'm serious...."
Sans snorted again, quieter this time. "nah, you're not melting. promise."
Honestly, you weren't sure if you believed him.
The TV continued flashing colors across the room, too bright for your eyes to fully comprehend. Every change in light painted over Sans's hoodie in flickering blues and reds. You stared at it for a long while, completely losing the last thread of whatever show was playing. Though, it was debatable whether you had it in the first place.
"I can feel my heartbeat in my teeth..."
A soft sigh sounded from above you as Sans glanced your way, watching your dilated eyes search for something that likely wasn't there.
His hand came back down, gently reaching between your arms and flattening over your chest. Both to ground you and to make sure that your heart was still beating. He could feel it thrumming against his palm, along with the practically frantic flutter of your soul. He knew humans could be sensitive, but he didn't realize it was this bad.
"hey, you're alright, yeah? I'm not goin' anywhere," His voice rumbled, rubbing small circles into your collarbone with his thumb.
You mumbled something he couldn’t make out, and he just shook his head, making a mental note to get you a bottle of water later.
