They're running.
The sounds of the heels pattering against the rotting wooden bridge where drowned out by the creaking of amour behind them. The bridge around them begins to glow blue causing them to quickly push themselves to the side; moments later bright neon blue spears shot towards the heavens. It might have been a rather stunning show to see but they dare not stop to watch; so they keep running.
They where almost there, the end of the bridge which Undyne would send plummeting into the darkness below. It was a shame Harry wasn't with them; their Brother would have made things so much easier acting as both their shield and legs. Still it would be worth the run if his flames actually reached the Kerosene they surrounded his bed with. The look on the Comedians skull when his last sanctuary- his final connection to that walking flame- burns to cinders.
They spin on heel when they reach the end of the bridge, facing Undyne as they wait. They do not have to wait long, the blue glow of magic is already forming on the bridge. Any second now and they would fall.
CRACK!
As they're falling they manage to catch a sight of their brother and that blasted Comedian. The skeleton had an arm wrapped around Harry's waist and another covering his mouth. They're unsure how long the two have been there but apparently long enough.
Darkness consumes them.
If he was anyone else- or didn't have a skeleton preventing him from doing so- Harry figures he probably would have been screaming by now; throwing each and every insult he knew at the knight like figure. As it is though all he can do is watch as they stare down into the abyss they sent Frisk into. The amour creaks as the Knight begins to turn, their direction; no doubt attention drawn by the sound of his struggles to escape Sans grip. They would see them- and probably attempt to kill him but Harry finds it hard to care. Let them take a shot, he'd roast them alive inside that damn amour of theirs.
The teen never gets the chance as one second he's on that hazardous, decaying bridge struggling with the well-meaning skeleton and the next he's inside a house: Sans house, if the fact Papyrus is standing before them in an apron means anything.
He refuses to talk to Sans that night.
Don't get Harry wrong, he knew the skeleton meant well and was likely attempting to save his life but... The emerald eyed teen had long ago mastered his temper yet at the current moment it was taking everything the Brit had not to permit them to take control.
He failed. Frisk was probably dead right now and it was all his fault. Had he not gone to sleep, his Adventurous Little Nibbling wouldn't have ventured out of Snowdin. They wouldn't have been able to with the close eye he always attempted to keep on them.
But he didn't and come morning he would set out to locate their body for a proper burial.
The teen never quite gets the chance as that very night a blizzard rolls into town snowing in everyone in Snowdin...
Sans named the town didn't he?
For the sake of his sanity- whatever may be left of it- Harry pretends not to hear his shadow crackling.
Blink... Once... Twice... Thrice...
Nope, still there.
A walking, talking, blue skinned, red hair, spear wielding fish...
Honestly, Harry wasn't quite sure which one of them looked more surprised; him or the Monster before him.
It must have been him for the fish suddenly started laughing- how the hell was it breathing out of water- before familiar blue spears started flying.
He hasn't even had a cup of coffee yet and there's a fish trying to kill him. Though on the bright side Frisk was likely alive- and burning down Monster's homes- if the Fish Woman was to be believed.
Giving a mental sigh, Harry throws himself out of way only for the spears to sail across the room and crash through the TV.
Why the Hell not?
