A; Get Dunked On [cw: description of near-drowning] [Before getting stuffed into a human body, Sans didn't need to breathe. He didn't feel the cold as much as other monsters, either. Now, as cold jabs needles into his skin and he feels the wildly inappropriate urge to try and suck in air underwater, he wishes more than ever he was back in his normal skeleton body. At least, that's one of the things in his mind as his thoughts flicker and twitch from one half-formed thought to the next. He's underwater, he went through a door and now--now he's underwater, and up, which way--there's ice--his thoughts are all crumbling, turning to dust, the only thing he can think is that he's in water and needs to get out right now, echoing over and over.
Sans isn't very strong, and trapped as he is, he's not very coordinated. His first strike against the ice cracks it but doesn't break through. It feels like the inside of his chest is on fire, and he wants to breathe, but he can't--even if he wanted to, it's like his throat has locked up. This is such--such a stupid way to die. He got teleported into a lake. This is so dumb. Everything hurts.
He cracks through the ice. If something brushes against his foot as he pushes up and gasps--getting air is nearly as painful as not having it was--all his nerve endings are exploding too much for him to process that one thing over anything else. He forces his way through the ice, to the shore, with the kind of single-minded focus he can only assume is instinctual, because the rest of Sans is exhausted and aching. He collapses as soon as he's on solid ground.
He shouldn't lay here in the snow. But maybe just for a little while... He could probably use a hand.]
B; Frosty the Snowman [cw: snowman corpse] [Sans is only leaving the house when he absolutely has to, and he's definitely not taking the time to shovel the constant snow, so he doesn't think anything of having to kick open his front door. At least it's showing the normal outside and not that fucking lake again.
He emerges to a toppled snowman and the rictus, glassy-eyed grin of the corpse that was inside it. He's left standing in front of his doorway, letting all the cold air in.]
Look, some jokes just ain't funny. [He's not really talking to anybody. He's not sure what he'd do if whoever made it was actually there.]
C; Run Rudolph Run [cw: dead/injured/scared animals] [It's the middle of the night, and Sans is in the stupid Christmas village again. This has to be some kind of teleportation karma, and he hates it. He can hardly see in the dark and the snow--can't even see the stars like this--so it's not really a surprise when he trips over something. It's thin, so at first he thinks it's a tree branch, but as he catches himself his hand wraps around--around bone. Definitely bone. Wet bone. Unwillingly much closer to it now, Sans can just make out the corpse of the reindeer. What's eating the reindeer?
Actually, he doesn't want to know. He gets back up and ducks into the first building he reaches. The stable. He's nearly knocked over by a living reindeer as it escapes... And then he's left with a smattering of terrified living reindeer. He keeps his voice low as he addresses the crowd, pointlessly.]
You guys'd be freaking out more if there was somethin' in here killing you right now, right?
D; Wildcard [Catch Sans climbing out of the windows of his house to avoid getting teleported, doing a food run, and otherwise trying to deal with this upsetting situation!]
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[Before getting stuffed into a human body, Sans didn't need to breathe. He didn't feel the cold as much as other monsters, either. Now, as cold jabs needles into his skin and he feels the wildly inappropriate urge to try and suck in air underwater, he wishes more than ever he was back in his normal skeleton body. At least, that's one of the things in his mind as his thoughts flicker and twitch from one half-formed thought to the next. He's underwater, he went through a door and now--now he's underwater, and up, which way--there's ice--his thoughts are all crumbling, turning to dust, the only thing he can think is that he's in water and needs to get out right now, echoing over and over.
Sans isn't very strong, and trapped as he is, he's not very coordinated. His first strike against the ice cracks it but doesn't break through. It feels like the inside of his chest is on fire, and he wants to breathe, but he can't--even if he wanted to, it's like his throat has locked up. This is such--such a stupid way to die. He got teleported into a lake. This is so dumb. Everything hurts.
He cracks through the ice. If something brushes against his foot as he pushes up and gasps--getting air is nearly as painful as not having it was--all his nerve endings are exploding too much for him to process that one thing over anything else. He forces his way through the ice, to the shore, with the kind of single-minded focus he can only assume is instinctual, because the rest of Sans is exhausted and aching. He collapses as soon as he's on solid ground.
He shouldn't lay here in the snow. But maybe just for a little while... He could probably use a hand.]
B; Frosty the Snowman [cw: snowman corpse]
[Sans is only leaving the house when he absolutely has to, and he's definitely not taking the time to shovel the constant snow, so he doesn't think anything of having to kick open his front door. At least it's showing the normal outside and not that fucking lake again.
He emerges to a toppled snowman and the rictus, glassy-eyed grin of the corpse that was inside it. He's left standing in front of his doorway, letting all the cold air in.]
Look, some jokes just ain't funny. [He's not really talking to anybody. He's not sure what he'd do if whoever made it was actually there.]
C; Run Rudolph Run [cw: dead/injured/scared animals]
[It's the middle of the night, and Sans is in the stupid Christmas village again. This has to be some kind of teleportation karma, and he hates it. He can hardly see in the dark and the snow--can't even see the stars like this--so it's not really a surprise when he trips over something. It's thin, so at first he thinks it's a tree branch, but as he catches himself his hand wraps around--around bone. Definitely bone. Wet bone. Unwillingly much closer to it now, Sans can just make out the corpse of the reindeer. What's eating the reindeer?
Actually, he doesn't want to know. He gets back up and ducks into the first building he reaches. The stable. He's nearly knocked over by a living reindeer as it escapes... And then he's left with a smattering of terrified living reindeer. He keeps his voice low as he addresses the crowd, pointlessly.]
You guys'd be freaking out more if there was somethin' in here killing you right now, right?
D; Wildcard
[Catch Sans climbing out of the windows of his house to avoid getting teleported, doing a food run, and otherwise trying to deal with this upsetting situation!]