C-8; Waking

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Wow... we're finally getting to the awake part of this? Wohoo me!! Also, who expected that turn around am I right? Superbowl 51 (I think). Just.... Falcons... Dang...

Anyway...

SANS POV

SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT!

"emma!" I use magic to hold her up, while simultaneously calling Alphys. Frisk is frozen in fear beside me. They're holding my arm so hard it hurts. I don't care, I probably deserve it anyway.

"H-Hello?" A familiar voice picks up the phone. Oh thank, god. "alph! i'm coming over, emma's hurt, no time to explain!" "But, w-w-whose Emma-" I hang up and grab Muffet with my free arm. No way is she getting off easy. The world begins to spin together, blurring into a blob of unintelligible objects. The world slows down, dropping us in the True Lab. Alphys sees me and runs over. She stutters something I don't catch and takes Emma. Then, rushing at full speed, she takes Emma into a room of beeping machines. She closes the door and I can hear her plugging things in.

I let out a sigh and turn to Frisk and Muffet. Muffet looks sorry and scared out of her skin. She should be. My eye begins to burn blue. Muffet looks at me suprised, then terrified, then understanding. She bows her head, accepting her punishment. I take a step forward and she begins to tremble.

"what. the. heck. muffet?" My voice is dangerously low. She whimpers in response. "what gave you the right to hurt my friends? what exactly did you think would happen? she is blind and new and has arachnophobia!" Muffet is startled by this, but I pay no mind. Whether she knew or not she attacked Emma. I take another step forward. "do you wanna have a b a d t i m e?" Frisk steps in front of me.

Their face is a mix of anger and sorrow. It terrifies me how determined they are. *Leave her alone, Sans. Undyne did the same thing! You should have expected that to happen! Besides you started this. I'll drop it, but only if you leave Muffet alone. I can't control what Emma does, but.... I'm willing to forgive you. So just, stop. Please?* Their speech turns into a plead. I sigh, my eyes going back to pin pricks. What am I doing? I back away. Frisk follows suit, allowing Muffet to leave. My eye flashes blue again.

"aren't you going to apologize?" She jumps when I say it. Muffet turns, an apologetic smile painting her face. "I would, but ever since I started this bakery I can barely leave it unattended for a few minutes. I am very sorry. Please, give Emma my apologies?" I nod in response. Must be stressful. She nods happily.

"Good bye dearies~"

Frisk POV

You look at Sans, hoping he isn't still mad. He notices you staring and looks away, cheek bones tinted blue. "a-anything for you, sweetheart." Your cheeks heat up too. You turn and look at Sans. He looks at you too. He moves towards you. You can feel your heart racing. You lean in closer, clutching his jacket sleeves. He glows like a neon light.

Our faces are getting closer. You feel his hot breath on your neck. You shiver. Your lips are inches from each other. A door bursts open, pushing you two apart.

"Sh-she's waking up!!!"

A cliffhanger? Oops.

~See Ya! <3

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