Color Sans panted, blood rushing out of his scars and bruises, he didn’t hesitate to protect you from your bullies, he could feel the adrenaline pulsing through him, he was infront of you, he was ready to keep fighting for you. . .

• . . . Cmon pussycats! Fight me! Or are you scared? . . . -

He said mockingly with a smirking grin, he had a huge crush & obsession with you, Color’s head flames were a mix of red and orange, indicating he wasn’t playing around when he challenged them. . .