everything was how he left it downstairs, magic candlelight casting soft hues of blues and yellows on every surface. It was odd how there were three skeletons, but only one set of footsteps. Sans had to remind himself that they weren't real, harder now that he could see them. When he arrived at the table he was met with the sprinkles and open bag of chisps he left down here. Feeding Cargan, he popped a stale chisp in his mouth. Sans practically devoured the rest of the bag right afterwards. His magic hummed in appreciation, greedily breaking down each crumb provided. Nunito glowered in disapproval, Pontano just laid out on the couch blending in to the color. A soft tap, tap, tap interrupted the almost relaxed atmosphere. Sans froze, eye lights shrinking to almost invisible pinpricks. Nunito stepped towards the door, followed by a hesitant Pontano.
'nu...nuni. it is physically 'mpossible fo us ta open the door, and even if we did what would w..we do 'bout it?' He gripped the others humerus, fear and worry dripping through every action and word.
Bronze eye lights rolled,'sans needs us to protect him, you worrywart. we can just tap into his magic and manifest ourselves, like a you know what. we are a part of him, dumb pon.' He stated sharply, as if that was the most obvious thing in the underground. Before Pontano could explain how bad of an idea this was, Nunito's lights flickered, growing brighter, bones a little more solid. There was a shaky whimper as Sans curled into himself, seemingly unaware of them or anything. Lime green lights glared worriedly as Pontano retreated to care for Sans. He grinned victoriously at the submissive act, turning to focus his energy on the door. It was a widely known fact among them that they could only touch Sans, and even then they couldn't apply enough force to manipulate him or anything. At most, they could act as a reassuring ghost of a pure physical action. However, Nunito had his theories. If they could manifest using the same magic as Gaster Blasters. Risky business for someone who cant handle pressure, just like Pontano. Of course, the process uses Sans' magic reserves, but the poor guy wouldn't be able to handle a fight. Not even with his reserves full. That's why they watched over him, because he is incapable of protecting himself. He glared into the door, the pounding insistent. There was a soft twinge of surprise when his hand gripped firmly around the handle, solid."oh dear stars, it's completely solid!" To touch something for the first time in so long had him murmuring that in soft astonishment. Adrenaline coursed through him, humming through his bones as he threw open the door in the excitement of the moment.
Pontano turned at the thump of the door, blinking in surprise, a soft hand laid to comfort on Sans' shoulder. Thoughts raced through his skull at the speed of the light. Should have been more insistent against it. He knew it was a terrible idea as soon as Nuni appeared more real, like he existed, like he should exist. Tears sprung up in the corners of his sockets, non-existent breath heaving in his rib cage. They should have waited it out, but what if he was in danger. He looked so real, fragility always follows with reality. The air in the room felt thick, like blood or ink as he caught sight of the situation.