The squid kid's got the right idea, and Sans can respect that, and right now some part of him does. Unfortunately, right now Sans feels like he's barely there. Everything around him feels like nothing but threatening - even Papyrus's gentle use of magic to counter his - and he can't slow himself down. It's so easy to die, when you're him. Agent 3 isn't the only one filled with that anxiety right now.
His whole body tenses under Rarity's hand when she grabs him, like the touch is something unfamiliar and unwelcome as opposed to the restraining hand of a friend. He abruptly teleports away from her towards the backside of the room, moving on the defensive, and coming back with one of his blasters at his side and pointed at Lapis.
"Stay out," he demands, looking back at J, and clutching the sides of his skull as if making a stressful physical effort to try to block any attempts. His magical energy surges again, pointedly fighting back against Papyrus's for control of the gravity of the room. He doesn't even know why he's doing it, now - just that he can feel that he's being contained and viscerally disliking it.
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His whole body tenses under Rarity's hand when she grabs him, like the touch is something unfamiliar and unwelcome as opposed to the restraining hand of a friend. He abruptly teleports away from her towards the backside of the room, moving on the defensive, and coming back with one of his blasters at his side and pointed at Lapis.
"Stay out," he demands, looking back at J, and clutching the sides of his skull as if making a stressful physical effort to try to block any attempts. His magical energy surges again, pointedly fighting back against Papyrus's for control of the gravity of the room. He doesn't even know why he's doing it, now - just that he can feel that he's being contained and viscerally disliking it.