[For whatever small amount of comfort it might allow, Sans winks. Which might not be as reassuring as he'd hope. Bone isn't really meant to be as pliable as all that.
Ordinarily he'd say something generic like "hang on" or something along those lines, but one of those spiders peels away from the wall and lunges at them with a batlike hiss, and that's enough excitement for one day, thanks. Sans doesn't get time to parse which thread of direction is best. He just seizes the first one wide enough to accomodate a human and a squat skeleton and snaps them through.
There's no fanfare, or even any perceptible moment where everything changes. One minute they're almost about to be spider-food, and the next they're standing...
Well, Sans isn't really sure where they are. It looks like some kind of shop or store, which is real nice and convenient, because Sans just goes ahead and leans back against the nearest shelf for support. Cutting through the fabric of space like that really takes the proverbial wind out of a guy.]
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Ordinarily he'd say something generic like "hang on" or something along those lines, but one of those spiders peels away from the wall and lunges at them with a batlike hiss, and that's enough excitement for one day, thanks. Sans doesn't get time to parse which thread of direction is best. He just seizes the first one wide enough to accomodate a human and a squat skeleton and snaps them through.
There's no fanfare, or even any perceptible moment where everything changes. One minute they're almost about to be spider-food, and the next they're standing...
Well, Sans isn't really sure where they are. It looks like some kind of shop or store, which is real nice and convenient, because Sans just goes ahead and leans back against the nearest shelf for support. Cutting through the fabric of space like that really takes the proverbial wind out of a guy.]
What'd I say? Told you it'd get us out.