Fonttale

Chapter Seventeen: Daddy Issues

Sans struggled to catch his breath as he dashed into the nearest room. Looking up he noticed it was just a bathroom...a really weird bathroom that had only a shower at the far end of a hallway. Wasn't even a room.

Someone had a real boner for narrow hallways.

The shower was placed oddly just like everything else in the lab, so of course he had to check it out.

If there's no secret room behind this curtain/shower, I'm gonna lose my shit.

Sans didn't even get close to the shower before he heard a voice.

"Look behind you..."

"REALLY?"

"Look behind you..."

"i'll pass, thanks."

"Look behind you..."

"nope."

Sans continued forward, but stopped when he noticed a figure similar to the silly putty guy wiggling back and forth.

I'm not looking behind me.

As he took a few more steps forward, the wiggling sped up.

I'm not going forward either.

Sans began walking backward feeling for the door. When he felt the knob he gave it a turn, only to find that it was locked.

"nothing a gaster blaster won't cure."

Summoning a Gaster Blaster Sans positioned it behind him and fired.

BLOOSH!

The room filled with smoke, choking Sans, and causing him to pull his shirt over his mouth in a vain attempt to filter the air. He backed up attempting to get through the hole in the door, but unfortunately there WAS no hole. He scanned the entire door with his hand for any indication that he had done SOMETHING, but found nothing. The door hadn't a scratch.

What the hell?!

"Look behind you..."

This is a bad time.

He tried the doorknob again, hoping something magical would happen to open it, but to no avail. Slumping against the door, he hugged his knees, laying his skull upon them, and closing his eyes tight. The smoke from the blast stung his eyes and made it hard to breath; his shirt had proven worthless. He waited for five minutes, ten minutes, twenty, but the smoke wouldn't clear up.

I should've listened to Pap...

I'm gonna die here.

"Look behind you..."

Whoever was wiggling back and forth didn't seem bothered by the smoke at all. For a moment Sans wondered if it was because they had no lungs, but then he remembered neither did he and he WAS having trouble breathing.

That's bullshit, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Maybe someone will look for me. Maybe if I'm gone for a long time, Papyrus will get worried and show up. I just have to keep breathing...