interstellar5555 | [closed prompts] at the big finale i would tear my face away

Who: Sans and a whole shwack of people.
What: Sans’s skin falls off and so he decides it’s time to leave. If you want in, then hit me up OOC!
When: April 13th, 2055
Where: Various places, Virgo HQ
Warnings: Body horror and feelings.

Sans has been laying low the past few days - after another appointment with Silver, he has to be on his guard. Nothing manifested immediately, which means he is going to be in suspense until something does. A couple times that’s meant entire parts of his body melting off, and he has to be prepared for the idea that it might happen again.

He doesn’t have much flesh left, at this point. There can’t be much left to go.

He’s hoping for more of his magic back instead, but he’s never had much choice before. When he abruptly starts feeling ill early one evening, he instinctually goes straight for the bathroom. Instead of throwing up, he coughs up nothing but dust. And then it gets way, way worse.

The process would be nightmarish for anyone less prepared, and for him it still scores a solid ‘horrifying.’ Like his arms and his legs before, everything that made him humans seems to fall apart into dust all at once, except for this time there is just so much of it. It gets all over the floor and trails into the shower, where he feverishly attempts to wash the rest of it off.

When he’s done, he’s washed himself quite literally down to the bone. He doesn’t have much time to get used to what he catches sight of in the mirror, either. It’s done. He can’t stay here anymore. Not like this.

He has to act now.

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Honestly, Sans probably does not want to know what she really thinks. She does have high standards for fashion, after all. After a moment, she nods. "It will work. Just don't let anyone see your eyes." Or lack thereof.

She hesitates for a moment. "What about you? How do you feel?" She seems to have walked in on him almost immediately after he became a full skeleton - he can't have had much time to process this.

Eh, she probably just thinks he looks like a shlub, which has always been true. It's just that now he looks like an extra short and scary shlub. That said, her question pretty much stops him in his tracks, anxiety rising in his chest. He'd been so startled by her arrival he almost forgot.

"I..." he starts, and then fumbles. "I'd already kinda known I would..." He trails off again. That isn't right either. He tucks his hands in his pockets and moves over to the window, staring outside from beneath his hood.

"I don't remember feeling like this."

Some days, she hates being right. After a moment of consideration, she moves away from the dresser and stands next to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Of course not," she says gently. "I'd imagine you'd never been human before, either. It might well be the transition that's odd." She smiles wryly. "I'm not as far as you are, so I can't say for certain, but...it'll get better." Simply put, it has to.

"Heh. Maybe."

He's not so sure, personally, but since they're about to do something big and scary he'll at least try to humour her optimism. He doesn't mind that hand on his shoulder, either. After a moment he turns to look up at her.

"Got a lot less dead weight to carry around, anyway." Wink.

Puns.

The sound that comes out of Rarity's mouth is somewhere between a laugh and a groan. Of course. It's Sans.

Impulsively, she pulls him into a hug. She's not sure who needs it more, her or him, but it's happening and she is okay with it. "You'll be fine," she tells him. "You said this is how you're meant to be, isn't it? It just might take time to get used to it. That's all."

Pretty much the ideal reaction for any pun, let's be honest.

He's surprised once again when she pulls him into a hug, having drawn the conclusion that she finds him unsettling not long before. For a moment, his arms remain stiff and uncertain of how to react, but gradually he relaxes and cautiously folds them around her as well. He appreciates it more than he'd want to explain.

They're both really scared, aren't they? He takes a moment of silence.

"Remembered that talk, huh? Good. Seems like I forgot."

She smiles - not that Sans can see it right now, but it's there anyway. "Of course. I thought you might need a reminder." That's what friends are for, after all.

She lets the hug settle for a bit. Surely they can afford a few more seconds.

That's the trouble with this whole thing. He has literally no idea how much time he does or doesn't have. He could have hours to work with before anyone sniffs him out, or, just as easily, he could have only minutes before this whole thing comes crashing down around him.

But he's going to try. He doesn't have to, but he's going to.

He holds on until the urgency of potential danger makes it untenable. He lets her go and steps back, feeling a bit flush. He doesn't get all touchy feely with people every day.

"...I gotta go hook things up on the other side. You go get your things together in the meantime. Where should I meet you?"

Rarity lets him go and nods. They've had their moment, and they can't afford to dawdle any longer. "In my room," she replies. "Be safe - I'll see you soon."

He offers her a quick salute of acknowledgement, and takes a step back.

"See ya."

He vanishes without a sound.

What- what-

Rarity exclaims in loud surprise, staring at the space where Sans had been just a moment ago. Well. Well. That does explain his plan for getting in and out of the building. How long has he been able to do that?

She shakes herself out of her surprise and heads for the door, pausing only to grab an extra change of clothes for Sans, just in case. She has some packing to do and not much time in which to do it.

Sans returns about a half hour later by unceremoniously appearing in Rarity's room. His scarf is wrapped up around his face, and his hands are tensely tucked in his pockets - but for the moment, he's okay.

"Hey. You ready?"

She'd packed in five minutes flat. It was unheard of for her, but she believed she'd have even less time than that, and so she'd done it.

She'd spent the other twenty-five minutes unpacking and repacking, giving a little more thought as to what she was taking with her and how practical it was (a far cry from her usual stylish priorities, but she was going on the run), wondering how one was supposed to pack for exile (does one pack warm?), and generally refusing to think about why Sans wasn't back yet and what the implications of him being Caught Or Worse would be.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when he appears in her room, but calms herself quickly. "Sans! I was worried about you!" But that isn't what he'd asked, and she moves on. "Yes, for the most part. Just a moment." She pulls out her phone - she'd drafted a message to Pinkie, but hadn't wanted to send it until right before she left. It seems that now is the time. She sends the message, then turns the phone off and tosses it under her bed - if it can be tracked, then it cannot come with her. Finally, she fishes out the Do Not Disturb sign she'd appropriated all those months ago and hangs it on her door. It may not buy her any time, but it's a nice bookend of sorts for her time at Virgo.

She'd miss this, wouldn't she? Not the captivity, no, or the knowledge of what they were doing to her and her friends, but...the room, a bit, yes; the pampering, definitely; and the people most of all. These are her friends here, and she's going to have a terrible time leaving them behind.

For a moment, she's hit with a stab of doubt and a terrible headache-

But the moment passes. She's made her decision, and now she needs to follow through. She locks her door, picks up her bag, and nods at Sans. "Alright. I'm ready."

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