[Sans's head knocks against the wall as Artolo crashes into him, before the two of them collapse to the ground. The table gets rattled, sending down a platter of something or other, the food slopping against the floor as the platter lets out a metallic ding.
Unsurprisingly, the thing closest to Artolo's mouth ends up being his arm, instinctively thrust out to defend his face and torso. Unfortunately, in Sans's case, that just might be the most fragile part of his body right now. Artolo's teeth close in on nothing but bone, cracking firmly into Sans's ulna. The pain is surprisingly excruciating, like that one wound is enough to compromise the integrity of his entire limb.
He kicks his legs, but there's pretty much no where to go with Artolo fucking on top of him. He's too heavy to push off, and Sans is too small. The table gets shoved again by the combination of their flailing limbs, and Sans dimly recognizes something shiny and metallic fall down near by.
It occurs to him very clearly that he is probably about to die.]
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Unsurprisingly, the thing closest to Artolo's mouth ends up being his arm, instinctively thrust out to defend his face and torso. Unfortunately, in Sans's case, that just might be the most fragile part of his body right now. Artolo's teeth close in on nothing but bone, cracking firmly into Sans's ulna. The pain is surprisingly excruciating, like that one wound is enough to compromise the integrity of his entire limb.
He kicks his legs, but there's pretty much no where to go with Artolo fucking on top of him. He's too heavy to push off, and Sans is too small. The table gets shoved again by the combination of their flailing limbs, and Sans dimly recognizes something shiny and metallic fall down near by.
It occurs to him very clearly that he is probably about to die.]