[h2][color=6ecff6]Sans![/color] - Mentally logging all of this pain.[/h2]

Breathing heavily, Sans was tiring out. He wasn't sure he could flee for much longer; Without either getting lost, or passing out. As the skeleton continued forward, he kept a brave face; His bag over his shoulder, and blastie next to his chest. He wasn't giving up now; Not while he had the will to do the legwork to find the others, and escape Jinx's wrath.

But, suddenly, the skeleton heard a snap. 

[color=6ecff6]"What-"[/color]

Sans didn't even finish; Eyes catching the log swinging from the trees, he did the only thing he had time to do; Turn and make sure his little companion was safe as he quickly braced himself for impact.

[b]WHAM[/b]

The log slammed against Sans' spine, sending him flying through the trees curled up like a ball. While this blasted him ahead of Jinx, it was extremely painful and the landing wasn't going to be pretty. As he descended towards the ground, Sans kept his bag of tacos in front of his little blastie to prevent it from being harmed; The weapon being between the bag and Sans himself. He met the ground head-first, the sound of his skull cracking was loud and ear-piercing as he flipped over, slamming his back onto the ground before rolling a few more feet, finally stopping face-up.

Slowly, his arms fell limp to his sides; Allowing for his little companion to slip out and look at him; Noticing he was out cold. His skull was cracked over his left eye, the wound not looking pretty. But even with that, the blastie found it had bigger problems.

Sans had, somehow, managed to land in front of [i]Kled.[/i] It was uncertain if the skeleton was dead, or severely injured, but for the moment, he was no help to anybody. A bag with a few tacos laid on his stomach, and that was it.

[h2][b]Gastie[/b] - Freaking the hell out.[/h2]

Back where Sans had gotten launched, his other Gaster Blaster was freaking out; Spinning in circles, panicking. It wouldn't even notice Jinx as she approached unless she said something. It's frantic movements and worried eyes expressed something had gone terribly wrong.

[h2][color=a36209]Goombella[/color] - About to have a heart attack[/h2]

[color=a36209]"Um, okay...?"[/color] Goombella replied, unsure of what Gutsman was planning. The goomba simply waited, figuring she'd trust him to come back. But what were they going to do? They weren't joining this chase too, were they? No. That couldn't be it. Gutsman wasn't that crazy; why would he get involved with all of this nonsense, when there was work to be done? And what was with the helmet?

As Goombella heard the revving motorcycle, she came to the realization that this entire town was truly insane.

[color=a36209]"Please, no."[/color] She begged quietly, turning to notice Gutsman riding a motorcycle. She sighed, unable to even be surprised; Sure, why not? Let's just ride on after them and get into trouble, too! Sounded GREAT.

Being picked up like a stuffed animal in a crane game, Goombella blinked as she was placed on the back of the motorcycle. [color=a36209]"Gutsman, I didn't even ask for a ride! And half of them aren't even racing; GUTSMAN!! Whatareyou-"[/color] She didn't manage words anymore, instead, she started screaming as they flew down the road. This was a TERRIBLE IDEA, and she would bonk Gutsman right now if he wasn't made of metal, and controlling the vehicle. She closed her eyes tightly.

[h1][color=a36209][i]"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"[/i][/color][/h1]