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As they locked gaze with the abomination, the spirit mouthed a curse and ducked down behind the human. Chara could feel things like cold and pain second hand from Frisk, but this chill they felt was their own. They briefly wondered if Frisk could feel it too.
“I know,” they hissed. “Just calm down and be ready.” This is just another monster, this is… This is nothing.
They could’ve never imagined a day would come when the absence of Sans’ bone walls would make them feel vulnerable.
Eyes widening as the hands zipped past the skeleton, Chara reflexively dug their nails into Frisk’s shoulders.
“FRISK, MOVE!”
If all else fails, maybe they could gain control of Frisk’s hand and use the stick to swat them away or-
Sans grimaced as Gaster managed to evade his blaster somewhat. While he was still able to hit the melting pile of porcelain, he knew he wasn’t going to do enough damage to put him out of commission. That’s when he noticed something rush by him, and cursed at himself as soon as he realized what had happened. His former colleague was still as diabolical as ever when it came to getting something that he wanted.
“*kid!!!” He quickly turned in Frisk’s direction, decidedly lifting a platform of bones up from underneath them and out of the hands’ reach; summoning a variety of moving platforms for the human to jump over to if need be. He then wasted no time turning Gaster’s soul blue again and bringing him to the ground; pinning him before he could do much else.
“*heh…you’ve lost it, haven’t you, gast? the core must have melted your mind as well.” He dragged the former royal scientist across the barren floor a short way before summoning a plethora of bones from beneath him; impaling his already broken body in hopes to at least keep him still for a while. Fatigue had started to set in with Sans after all of that and he needed some time to catch his breath.
“*i uh, never thought you’d be the one that i’d have a bone to pick with.”
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The child's heart was racing, legs trembling as their and Chara's combined panic washed over them at the sight of the hands, legs rooted to the ground as their body froze up in fear. Unable to breathe, to move, to speak, all Frisk managed to do in that moment was to stare as the bone-white fingers spread to wrap around their throat, Chara already in the middle of taking control, when suddenly they shot up into the air, the world shifting around them.
Sans' bones had formed a platform below their feet, elevating them and getting them out of reach of Gaster's hands, which now zipped uselessly through the air, crumbling to dust as soon as they were too far from their original body.
Frisk's whole body was shaking, their breathing still shallow. They had been in many frightening situations, faced many strong foes, yet never had one of them managed to terrify not only them, but also Chara to such a point. Allowing themselves to momentarily crouch down, trying to fight the terror which still seeped through their veins like ice, Frisk exhaled.
"Chara, a-are you okay?"
