[Finally, she turns her head to look at Sans. Her eyes are still unfocused, still bloodshot from asphyxiation and wet with tears, but they land in the vague direction of the bandages. The question takes a moment for her to process again.
When she takes her hands away from her neck it's like prying off a vice. She goes to reach for the box, and then--
Her hand. It's covered in blood, why, why is it...
Her neck already hurt, but as she stares at both her hands and the amount of blood beneath her fingernails, realisation brings the pain of the scratches screaming to life. And the landscape screams along with them, horrible metallic mechanical sounds grating against the soul as the room glitches and glitches and glitches.
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When she takes her hands away from her neck it's like prying off a vice. She goes to reach for the box, and then--
Her hand. It's covered in blood, why, why is it...
Her neck already hurt, but as she stares at both her hands and the amount of blood beneath her fingernails, realisation brings the pain of the scratches screaming to life. And the landscape screams along with them, horrible metallic mechanical sounds grating against the soul as the room glitches and glitches and glitches.
She shakes her head. She can't do it.]