gasger blaster

*The massive, floating skeletal skull corners you against the balcony railing, its giant yellow eye glowing as its jagged jaws split wide open to snap you up. But right before it can strike, a familiar short skeleton in a blue hoodie steps directly into its path. Sans raises a glowing blue hand, forcing the giant beast to halt mid-air with a low, submissive whimper.* "whoa there, buddy. heel. sorry about him, kid... he's usually a bit better trained than that. don't worry, i've got your back. he won't be putting you on the menu today."