Necro

But THEY Refused

One backpack and one suitcase were all he needed to get all his things to work. They were left in the back in his locker, away from the broken stuff, so they wouldn't be mistaken for something to be sold. Sometimes, mistakes like that could happen, and there was nothing he could do about it. It couldn't be helped. It was getting later into the day, and he knew Sans would be there soon to pick him (and his stuff) up. So when the bell rang, he thought that it might have been Sans and Papyrus this, or even just a customer. He didn't see the gun until there was a bullet in his chest. His boss screamed, and he staggered into the wall, sliding down. "Give me all your money, or you will end up like the trash!" Cairo remembered this feeling. This pain... Sammy, I need you now! Cairo's eyes bled from blue to orange as he pulled a dagger and pistol from his duster. With a snarl, Sam fired a couple of rounds from the Colt 1851 Navy Revolver before jumping the counter to find the attacker.

*You got shot in Cairo Typeface's Soul

*But Samuel Bennett refused

*HP Fully Restored

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The police were there when Sans got there, talking to an older woman and a young human in Cairo's familiar duster jacket. His eyes blazed bright orange under his otherwise messy curled bangs. Not far from them, a Gaster Blaster with one indigo eyelight and one orange eyelight held a man in place while another officer cuffed him. "uhhh..." What the hell is what Sans wanted to ask. He seemed to catch the younger human's attention. "Ayyyyy, it's you! Sans, right? Little brother." The human smiled at him as if they were friends or something as he walked over. "I'm almost done here then. I'll get my stuff, and we can go home. I could honestly use some downtime right now..." It clicked suddenly. "samuel bennett... you're the human soul in cairo." Sam nodded quickly. "I am still Cairo, too. That form just needs some recovery time. It's a whole thing, I'll explain after." Sam replied with a wave as he strutted back over to the police. Not much needed to be said, though. Sans saw the holes in Sam's shirt. The man had shot Cairo, probably damaged his soul. The necro had switched souls to protect himself.

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"-and after that, I pressed my dagger to his neck, and my boss called the cops. Wartime stuff, ya know? Had Blasty there hold him down so I could put my weapons away before the authorities showed, and the rest is history." Sam finished as he got his stuff out of his locker and to the door. "this suddenly makes sense. illusionists were killed off in the war, but if he had actually just been taking your form..." Sans shook his head and got back to the matter at hand. "how long will it take to heal the damage done to Cairo's soul?" Sam shrugged uncertainly. "About three days, ish? Dunno how much damage was dealt, so it could be longer, or it could be less." It was amazing to Sans the difference in the slightly more formal Cairo and the very informal Sam. "k... need to think of something to tell pap's... he can't know about the spell..." Sans raised a brow. "Why not?" Sam asked. "it's an illegal spell, that's why." Sam didn't seem deterred, though. "Aaaaaand? Just tell him it's a secret. It's easier just to let your allies in, little brother."