Sans popped a stale chisp past his teeth, taking comfort in the familiar, nostalgic taste on his conjured tongue. Bubblegum blinked, cocking their cranium in thought, movements stilling. Then they dissolved into glitter, and Sans almost immediately entertained the idea of vomiting the that one piece up, eye lights wide in horror. Even Q appeared unsettled, a noise of discomfort popping out of him as the (pink) glitter flowed gently as if carried by a currently not present wind until it piled up directly in front of Sans. Sans who at this point was rattling uncontrollably and erratically in absolute terror, sockets now void, (please no, please no, please no) a mantra trapped in his skull, attempting futilely to claw its way past his teeth. Gravity pulled the shimmering dust up, forming a silhouette that with time grew in detail. In a minute, Bubblegum was bouncing up and down, waving their arms as if the past five minutes never happened.
'oh, oh, oh, sansy, what does that taste lie? is it sweet? is it soft? tell me, tell me please!' They begged, giggling, pink eye lights shimmering with curiosity and intent of knowing all there is of the mysterious popato chisp. Q was frozen stiff, seemingly unaware of the other's plight and appearing just as traumatized. (can hallucinations be traumatized by other hallucinations). He was brought back to reality (or whatever 'this' was) by the overly playful skeleton attempting to steal a chisp from his grip. Phalanges phased straight through and landed on his own hand. A mere second passed before both jumbled backwards at the odd contact. Their cheerful demeanor vanished rapidly as they panicked, a waterfall of incoherent babble spilling as tears poured from their sockets, shattering as they impacted the ground. Sans wanted to reassure them, but he couldn't. His rib cage ached and everything felt distant. Q, however, seemed to snap out of it in an instant at the others panic.
'oh,' he murmured, easily making his way to the sobbing, curled up skelly, patting their skull to calm them with a practiced ease. When the crying softened, Q turned to face Sans. 'sans, look at me,' his voice wavered nervously, hazy white eye lights haltingly made their way to meet Q's dark midnight blue ones. He offered not any physical comfort, but hummed softly and kept eye contact until the white lights flickered into focus. With Sans blinking at him in confusion, Q turned back to see Bubblegum shakily pulling themselves together the rest of the way.
'i...is sansy alright?' Looking him over at a distance they seemed to come to a conclusion by themselves. 'never mind q, questions later now is nap time for everyone!' They smiled brightly, lights shining brightly. 'and no arguing! today's been a long one and you haven't had enough rest!' There was a soft glare when Sans appeared to attempt a silent rebellion and they made a shooing motion with their hands. When Sans moved to lay on the couch, Bubblegum squeaked in protest and pointed upstairs. 'proper bed rest, thank you very much!' There was a resigned sigh and Sans dragged himself upstairs and disappeared into his old room, lighting matches along the way.
'you were quite firm with him, bgs. are you alright?'
'i'm worried about sansy qs...'