[Poor Sans! Throwing him...might just have been a bad idea. She probably risked breaking a bone or two...or all of them doing that. And she didn't think about how tired he already was, meaning that he couldn't get out of sight...
...But Toriel is thinking this more than she's feeling it. Somehow the world seems to be getting less and less important, even as she starts to stumble. The vague memory of snow around her feet seems less cold, even as the trees start to warp around her. Is that in her head, or is the world just changing...?
Toriel swoons, landing on her side as though she slipped on a piece of garbage. Her head is spinning, all filled with flies and fluff. But still she pulls herself on all fours to crawl away from her pursuers. She's so close! She's...so...close!]
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...But Toriel is thinking this more than she's feeling it. Somehow the world seems to be getting less and less important, even as she starts to stumble. The vague memory of snow around her feet seems less cold, even as the trees start to warp around her. Is that in her head, or is the world just changing...?
Toriel swoons, landing on her side as though she slipped on a piece of garbage. Her head is spinning, all filled with flies and fluff. But still she pulls herself on all fours to crawl away from her pursuers. She's so close! She's...so...close!]