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The purple SOUL shakes and trembles in his skeletal hands. Sans knows he could get in trouble for taking a SOUL for himself but finders keepers, right? Like the SOUL can sense what is going to happen, it floats uneasily in his cupped hands. Sans looks down at the purple object, it's dull and scared. Hopefully this will work.
Sighing to himself, Sans picks up the remote for the machine. Another try couldn’t hurt, right? Hopefully he got it right this time, he swapped a few wires around and implemented a few new fuses into the machine. Taking a deep breath, his chest grows ever so slightly as if he had lungs. He breathes out slowly and is chest then deflates. Sans closes his eyes and presses the power button, flinching as if something is meant to happen.
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BEEEEEP
Jumping at the unfamiliar sound, accidentally bumping the SOUL, he looks at the object that just made the sound. The machine. It… it’s on?!
No way! He finally got it to work! His SOUL brightens with hope as his head flurries with mixed emotions. Maybe he’s not alive anymore.. No, he has to be! Please still be there!
“c’mon dad, you gotta hang on for just a bit longer… i’m nearly there…”
The glass door shines as it connects to the void. You would think it would darken due to the lack of light in the void but right now it’s shining brighter than the sun.
Sans never expected what happened next.
A large palm of a hand collides with the glass. He flinches at the loud BANG it makes. That hand doesn’t look like what he remembers… His starlight iris’ shrink as he thinks of the worst. What if this isn’t him… What if he’s brought back an actual monster from death? The hand has four large fingers and no hole in the palm. It slowly slides back from the glass, leaving a gooey trail in its trace.
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Sans doesn’t know whether he should stay where he is or inspect the machine. A loud BANG makes him freeze up and cringe at the noise. Stay here it is then! The hand collides back with glass with more force this time. As it reels back to strike once again a small chip in the glass shows where it hit.
BANG
Sans, magic pulses through his bones as he panics. That thing is breaking out of there and he can’t do anything but watch as it smashes through the glass. Strike by strike. Chip by chip- well more like crack by crack at this point. There’s a spider web of cracks that pattern the door as that creature doesn’t relent and keeps striking.
The glass doesn’t keep it restrained for much longer for it strikes with so much force that Sans has to cover himself with a small gasterblaster as a makeshift shield. Keeping the shards of the glass from hitting him as they fly in every direction. Sans holds the SOUL close to himself like he could lose it at any time.
A white goo pools around the machine. Sans calls the gasterblaster to stand guard beside him and charge up its blast. This creature could be anything. That pool of goo grows slowly as a melted limb steps out of the doorway of the now broken machine.
It’s what’s attached to that limb that petrifies Sans as he looks at a melted figure, slightly larger than himself take its place outside of the machine. It stares back at him with the most painful and helpless expression on its dripping face.
Its face slowly looks down towards the SOUL in Sans’ cupped hands. It reaches out but pulls back realising its mistake. Sans takes a step back, eye glowing and on guard. He pulls the SOUL towards himself, keeping it out of reach of the creature. This SOUL is for his dad, NOT this thing.
Slowly making a fist with its left hand, it holds it a few inches away from its chest. Flattening its other hand and placing it underneath, palm up. Slowly it moves the hands up an inch.
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HELP