[Woodhurst wasn't a pleasant place after dark, not lately. Groans and shouts and screams were as commonplace now as the sound of rushing water and wind rushing down the mountainside were back home. A decidedly different ambiance, but nevertheless... it's amazing how fast you could get used to something.
Propped up against a brick wall in the alley next to Benny's, Sans tossed a few errant french fries to a rat. He should get back. Papyrus was probably home with Charlie and either Undyne or Mettaton (definitely not both) would be around too. It'd be a nicer scene than a dark alley, but far be it from Sans to cheat himself out of a little alone time.
It got a little tiring sometimes, pretending to be a Sans he wasn't. Kicking it alone for a bit was a welcome reprieve.
Of course, the sound of a manhole scraping against wet pavement wasn't exactly relaxing. Sans takes an instinctive step back, further hiding himself in the shadows of a nearby fire escape. He can't recognize the guy immediately, squinting through the dark. Infected, that was for sure. A teenager, probably? Brown hair. Lanky.
Wearing a... wait a sec.
Realization came too late. The infected kid -- jeez, Sans didn't even think to get his name -- caught the scent of someone and was off. Back still pressed up against the brick wall, Sans hesitates. Getting involved. Not really his scene. And yet... that was the same kid that--
A woman's scream cuts off that line of thought. See? This is what hesitation gets you. Sans takes a step forward, but his foot connects not with the alley's grimy pavement but the parking lot, a few feet away from the scream's origin.]
Hey, remember me? [He asks, not waiting for an answer before sending the kid up sharply, followed by a more gentle shift left. The woman, terrified, takes off towards her car before Sans can think to say anything. She was almost certainly infected, but... well. Someone could deal with her in four weeks.
His attentions turn back to the kid, magic still attempting to keep him grounded.]
let's do this kiddo
Propped up against a brick wall in the alley next to Benny's, Sans tossed a few errant french fries to a rat. He should get back. Papyrus was probably home with Charlie and either Undyne or Mettaton (definitely not both) would be around too. It'd be a nicer scene than a dark alley, but far be it from Sans to cheat himself out of a little alone time.
It got a little tiring sometimes, pretending to be a Sans he wasn't. Kicking it alone for a bit was a welcome reprieve.
Of course, the sound of a manhole scraping against wet pavement wasn't exactly relaxing. Sans takes an instinctive step back, further hiding himself in the shadows of a nearby fire escape. He can't recognize the guy immediately, squinting through the dark. Infected, that was for sure. A teenager, probably? Brown hair. Lanky.
Wearing a... wait a sec.
Realization came too late. The infected kid -- jeez, Sans didn't even think to get his name -- caught the scent of someone and was off. Back still pressed up against the brick wall, Sans hesitates. Getting involved. Not really his scene. And yet... that was the same kid that--
A woman's scream cuts off that line of thought. See? This is what hesitation gets you. Sans takes a step forward, but his foot connects not with the alley's grimy pavement but the parking lot, a few feet away from the scream's origin.]
Hey, remember me? [He asks, not waiting for an answer before sending the kid up sharply, followed by a more gentle shift left. The woman, terrified, takes off towards her car before Sans can think to say anything. She was almost certainly infected, but... well. Someone could deal with her in four weeks.
His attentions turn back to the kid, magic still attempting to keep him grounded.]
We gotta get you to quarantine, pal.