[He takes a deep breath, but even that is hurting. Howls pierce the air, distant snaps and cracks and twists and it all sounds so awful, so bad and everything is going so wrong. Back towards Grillby's, he sees a silhouette thump against the window, then slide down out of sight. There is an unnerving brightness from within the diner. Sans can't imagine what must be going on in there. He can't take his eyesockets away from the windows, even as Papyrus starts walking away- and yeah, that's. Definitely a good idea. He sees something stumble in the shadows and can't recognize it as any of the local residents.
An intense pain strikes his teeth, like they've all started rotting away at once, pulling and grinding against each other and in this buzzing ache. It's in his jaw, too. It's the same feeling, he distantly recalls, as when he first got braces, but multiplied however-fold. He doesn't want to worry Papyrus, but he'll tell the truth. Somehow. Despite all the hurting in his mouth, he'll speak as clearly as he can manage, in an equal whisper.]
i dunno, i just feel… off.
[Then his jaw splits in two with a splintering crack.
It's sudden enough that Sans doesn't scream, or cry out, but he does make a sharp inhale because holy fucking SHIT, it HURTS, and he's just dazed for a few moments while he tries to regain his bearings. Breathe. Breathe. Don't panic. Why is this- nothing even touched it, why would it…
then he remembers the howls and yells that are currently rocketing through the air, and all of a sudden they sharpen into cries of pain (to him) when he realizes. This is it. This is what's happening. But that train of thought only goes so far when he tries to speak again, only to have pain stab into his skull, and he wheezes.]
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An intense pain strikes his teeth, like they've all started rotting away at once, pulling and grinding against each other and in this buzzing ache. It's in his jaw, too. It's the same feeling, he distantly recalls, as when he first got braces, but multiplied however-fold. He doesn't want to worry Papyrus, but he'll tell the truth. Somehow. Despite all the hurting in his mouth, he'll speak as clearly as he can manage, in an equal whisper.]
i dunno, i just feel… off.
[Then his jaw splits in two with a splintering crack.
It's sudden enough that Sans doesn't scream, or cry out, but he does make a sharp inhale because holy fucking SHIT, it HURTS, and he's just dazed for a few moments while he tries to regain his bearings. Breathe. Breathe. Don't panic. Why is this- nothing even touched it, why would it…
then he remembers the howls and yells that are currently rocketing through the air, and all of a sudden they sharpen into cries of pain (to him) when he realizes. This is it. This is what's happening. But that train of thought only goes so far when he tries to speak again, only to have pain stab into his skull, and he wheezes.]