Greg's a little shocked by his own actions too, and for all his defiance in that moment he still flinches under Blanche's look.

He doesn't have a whole lot of time to spend being cowed, as suddenly there's yet another thing appearing out of nowhere in his room. Greg had seen the Blasters before, tiny little things that held stuff for you and burned as bright as a candle. They'd grown up. Had he done that--?

There's only a second to react, before the laser rips through his room. The force of it leaves Greg's ears ringing, spots of lights clouding his vision even after he'd shielded his eyes. He blinks at his green-tinted room--the maids had never kept it from being a cluttered mess, and what wasn't incinerated was strewn about the floor as debris.

Wait, green-tinted...? Greg presses his hands against the walls of the bubble he'd sealed himself inside. It doesn't yield under his touch. Oh god, there's no time to figure this thing out.

"Sans!" His voice is muffled through the bubble. "Hurry!"