[Yeah, Papyrus is always happy. Always, right? Except when the facade all starts to come apart, the whole game of "I'm fine, you're fine, we're all fine" starts to go to pieces. And it's been coming apart more and more lately. The admissions. The whole letting each other actually see each other for real.]
[Pretty unexplored territory there, and the process has been painfully slow, and he really doesn't know what's going to come of it all. He's dreading it a little. Maybe a lot. They haven't really talked about...]
[Anyway.]
[Papyrus is happy. Happier than Sans, and more genuinely, which is the important thing.]
quite the collection. nice to hear alphys and undyne are here together.
[She's been better. Heh. Yeah, wow. Alphys in Wonderland has been okay, for the most part, but he knows it's been rough since Undyne left. Y'know how it is with her'n us. Yeah. Boy does he ever.]
[And the kids.]
those two.
[He's starting to get the sense that this guy...that he hasn't been around them that long. Or at least, that this Sans hasn't had as much time with them as he has. Sounds like he's just starting to wade into all that fathomless complexity.]
[It depends a lot on what kind of kids they are here. What timelines they directly came from. What they remember, how far along in the cycle they are. A handful. Quiet. Tough to tell what's on their minds. Well, at the very least, they're not carving their way through the city, it sounds like. But it also sounds like they're both from something less than the happiest version of events.]
[And so is this Sans. The commentary and the reaction to the photograph proves it. Sans stares at it as the other Sans holds it out to him, eyesockets widening a little because how long has it been since he saw it? A year. God, almost a full year. It'll be there, safely tucked into the drawer in the lab when he finally, inevitably, returns to the Underground. The rest of the ending will play out like normal, and a thousand Resets later, the photo will still be there. Like a painful reminder, or maybe some kind of glimmer of hope.]
[Not likely, but hey. Categorical, physical evidence that things can actually end well does wonders for the psyche, even if he knows full well that it's not an end.]
[He takes the photo, very carefully, holding it by the edges. It's precious. Don't want to damage it. He'd guess that it's one of the few things from home that this guy even has.]
man. you don't...
[His eyesockets lid partway. This Sans...doesn't remember, does he? Not that he ever technically remembers. Guesses, extrapolates, compiles actual data with anecdotal evidence in the form of vague memories and dreams. Any real scientist would have a conniption, because you're not supposed to just do that after all. Evidence should be empirical, not metaphysical. Whatever. For all that he pretends to be objective, he kinda sucks at it. Point being, this guy has...no idea.]
do you want to know?
[A genuine question, and an offer of a genuine answer. If he wants it. Only if he wants it.]
no subject
[Pretty unexplored territory there, and the process has been painfully slow, and he really doesn't know what's going to come of it all. He's dreading it a little. Maybe a lot. They haven't really talked about...]
[Anyway.]
[Papyrus is happy. Happier than Sans, and more genuinely, which is the important thing.]
quite the collection. nice to hear alphys and undyne are here together.
[She's been better. Heh. Yeah, wow. Alphys in Wonderland has been okay, for the most part, but he knows it's been rough since Undyne left. Y'know how it is with her'n us. Yeah. Boy does he ever.]
[And the kids.]
those two.
[He's starting to get the sense that this guy...that he hasn't been around them that long. Or at least, that this Sans hasn't had as much time with them as he has. Sounds like he's just starting to wade into all that fathomless complexity.]
[It depends a lot on what kind of kids they are here. What timelines they directly came from. What they remember, how far along in the cycle they are. A handful. Quiet. Tough to tell what's on their minds. Well, at the very least, they're not carving their way through the city, it sounds like. But it also sounds like they're both from something less than the happiest version of events.]
[And so is this Sans. The commentary and the reaction to the photograph proves it. Sans stares at it as the other Sans holds it out to him, eyesockets widening a little because how long has it been since he saw it? A year. God, almost a full year. It'll be there, safely tucked into the drawer in the lab when he finally, inevitably, returns to the Underground. The rest of the ending will play out like normal, and a thousand Resets later, the photo will still be there. Like a painful reminder, or maybe some kind of glimmer of hope.]
[Not likely, but hey. Categorical, physical evidence that things can actually end well does wonders for the psyche, even if he knows full well that it's not an end.]
[He takes the photo, very carefully, holding it by the edges. It's precious. Don't want to damage it. He'd guess that it's one of the few things from home that this guy even has.]
man. you don't...
[His eyesockets lid partway. This Sans...doesn't remember, does he? Not that he ever technically remembers. Guesses, extrapolates, compiles actual data with anecdotal evidence in the form of vague memories and dreams. Any real scientist would have a conniption, because you're not supposed to just do that after all. Evidence should be empirical, not metaphysical. Whatever. For all that he pretends to be objective, he kinda sucks at it. Point being, this guy has...no idea.]
do you want to know?
[A genuine question, and an offer of a genuine answer. If he wants it. Only if he wants it.]