Frisk braced herself for the hit. She winced and shut her eyes a split second before the alternate Sans stopped his attack. She cracked one eye open to look at him, frowning slightly as he started to laugh. She grit her teeth and tried to think of something to say, something like a plea that would get this Sans to leave them alone. Or something that could at least distract him long enough to allow her Sans to get his bearings.

Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough. She could hardly see the fast-moving threads before they were wrapped around her. She cried out in surprise, then began to struggle to get free. She pulled at the threads as best she could, though they were uncomfortably snug and held her tight. The magic that coursed through it was hot against her skin, nearly burning. She couldn't even tell if it was a real attack or not. 

Whatever this Sans had in mind, Frisk was now completely helpless to it. She stared at her Sans, seeing the horror that flashed on his face just as her body was forced to move. She tried to fight against it, but found that there was nothing she could do. In fact, the thread at her neck seemed to tighten with each move she tried to fight, close to choking her. At that, she was forced to relax and be nothing but a ragdoll at the mercy of Sans' threads.

Terror ran through her as she was practically thrown in her Sans' direction. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact, yet only found the sudden warmth of magic around her, then met the harsh ground. She landed hard on her stomach and groaned. 

"It's okay," she softly and quickly said in response to Sans' apology. She heard the gaster blaster and shot her eyes open to frantically look for Sans, and caught sight of him just before he teleported. She breathed a sigh of relief, though said relief was short lived as she was suddenly dragged back and lifted to the alternate Sans' side.

At that point, Frisk felt sore and dizzy. The threads held her in a position that felt uncomfortable and unnatural. She eyed the enemy warily, feeling beads of sweat gather at the sides of her head. Again, she braced herself, and swept her gaze up just in time to see her Sans return and knock his counterpart to the ground.

With the threads broken, Frisk just barely caught herself before Sans grabbed her hand and teleported her away. After that whole situation, she felt so numb that she hardly felt the negative effects the teleportation magic had on her.

"Yeah, I think so." Visibly shaken, Frisk knelt down beside Sans. "What about you?"