Frisk might have noticed Papyrus. He didnāt look back, at any rate. He fell back to his heels, staring at the dust.
Something inside the bodyās chest sparked, and he jerked violently. Damned prototype couldnāt hold its Determination. The pain jolted Frisk back to the moment, and with the adrenaline (or whatever passed for adrenaline) fading, he whimpered.
Another spark shot off, and his left arm froze up. He stepped back, mouth moving wordlessly as Grillby slowly leaned over the counter. The fire monster didnāt look at Frisk anymore, didnāt acknowledge him at all. Frisk almost wished he would.Ā
The clock on the wall slowed down. Grillbyās hand stopped inches from Sansā jacket, and his head snapped up to stare at Frisk, flames roaring.Ā
The case holding Friskās soul cracked, and the world froze around the monsters and the human boy.
Glass picked itself up, the window slowly rebuilding itself like a jigsaw puzzle. Papyrus found himself fully aware of the Load as it happened, just like Grillby, just like Dayma and Flowey and Alphys. His brain itched, trying to reconcile the knowledge that time had passed with the fundamental feeling that it had not, as the damage undid itself in agonizing slow motion.
Friskās heel hit the ground, and he spun on it. The bottle Grillby had thrown sailed backward through the air, placed itself neatly on the shelf, the liquor convalescing out of the air it had burned into and settling comfortably into place. The hamburger appeared on the plate, then disappeared back into the kitchen, uncooked magic replacing itself in Grillbyās icebox.
Frisk was halfway to the door when it opened, allowing various patrons to filter back inside in reverse. The window finished rebuilding in front of Papyrusā eyes, the light flickering into place before its tube had constructed itself again.
Sansā SOUL appeared in midair as Frisk slipped past the monsters at the entrance, a ghostly cry ripping itself from the robot-boyās mouth as his body sparked again. Sansā clothes rose around his dust as it swirled up to meet his soul, filling out with his body in pieces and patches.
Frisk ran past Papyrus, too fast in the midst of the Load for the taller skeleton to react to. Down the road toward the empty Ruins, away from any monsters. He vanished into the woods about the same time that the light flickered back into Sansā eyes.
All at once, time reasserted its dominance. The snow fell once more, Grillby jolting from his frozen state into a crackling gasp. His wide, white-hot eyes locked on Sans, and he glanced around the suddenly-bustling bar, struggling to comprehend what heād been subjected to.Ā āSans?ā
gummygunk
izzy806
dededos
jbbartram-illu
theartofmadeline
prguitarman
