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

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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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RARITY

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Sans doesn’t make much noise when horrified, unlike a lot of the startled cries that have come from people suddenly regaining features of their former selves. So, instead, as Rarity arrives in the penthouse where is primarily silence with the occasional sound of something scuttling around – which is only really eerie due to the fact that there is mysterious grey dust all over the floor and boney looking muddy footprints in the bathroom. The shower has been totally devastated with mud.

Sans’s door abruptly snaps closed as soon as he hears someone nearby. He’s hectically trying to cover himself in a way that looks anything resembling normal, but his clothes aren’t fitting right, and he honestly isn’t even sure how pants are going to stay up when he hasn’t got anything but a pelvic bone to hold them.

In his haste, he forgets to actually lock himself in.

FRISK

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In the end the best he can do is to just wrap his face in a scarf, put on an oversized hoodie, and try to act like he belongs. He won’t be out and about for long, anyway. Who cares if someone sees him? They won’t believe it, anyway.

Right now he has to find the kid, or everything is fucked.

He teleports around with more abandon then every before, checking out the places he knows that Frisk is support to work and hang out. He’s being careless and he knows it. It’s just…if he doesn’t have anywhere to go, then there’s no chance that any of them will make it.

CELTY

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He knows it probably won’t work. He knows she probably won’t listen to him. But after what happened to Haru…he feels like he has to at least try. So, before he leaves the ViP penthouse for good, he tracks Celty down, wrapped up in oversized hoodie and jeans, and hiding his face behind a scarf.

He’s even shorter than before, like this, even if his clothes still seems to rest on his body as if he has flesh, purely by magic. He doesn’t really want her to see him, which is sort of a strange feeling, considering she’s worn a helmet almost the entire time he’s known her.

He keeps his distance when he finds her, keeping his hood hung low over his face.

“Hey, Celts.”

LUCE

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LUCE
He doesn’t give much warning – at this point, Sans is in a state of barely restrained desperation. So instead of introducing himself gently he just teleports straight into Luce’s room, regardless of what she’s doing, his face behind a hood and scarf, and his hoodie just a bit too big and long for his body.

“It’s time. We gotta go now.”

GREG

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He’s just about at his limit for time, he thinks. He’s already gotten a bunch of people out – an entire band, somehow. He’s done what he could, and if he’s going to survive, he needs to quit while he’s ahead. If Blanche catches on to him…well, he’s witnessed what happens, then.

Yet, he still finds himself going back, one more time. He already knows this is probably going to be pointless, but…he owes it to Greg to try. Or at the very least, to say goodbye.

He appears in Greg’s room with the usual silent shifting of spacetime, his head bent forward and covered with a scarf and his hood. Maybe Greg will understand what happened without explanation – maybe he’ll just show him. He doesn’t know. Part of him is bracing for Greg to be far gone enough that he turns on him, just because that seems like something appropriately awful to happen in response to Sans trying to be kind.

Despite all his frustrations, he wants to be gentle. He speaks quietly.

“Hey. Greg.”