That's the rule. That's his rule, and it's the rule of a lotta people out there, he knows. Once you give a damn, it's hard, real hard, to pull yourself out of it, to remind yourself why it's your policy to never care in the first place.
And Papyrus is no longer the sole exception to that little rule.
They wave a very familiar photograph at him, and he goes - still.
They've been through their room. Through their things. They've been at their house, and now he's wondering, now he's thinking, that maybe that harmless little quip about burying the bodies ain't so harmless after all.
Once you care, you're fucked.
What's two plus one, Sans?
What's s͒y̻s̨t͘e̲mͣ_͠i͔n᷂f̈́ỏr̰m͉a͟t͊ïo̓n͔_͝9̨͂̉6̤͍᷄2̟̝͂ plus one, Sans?
In his pockets, his hands curl into fists. He's breaking a rule here, ain't he? He's breaking...more than one rule. But hey, it seems to be the day for it.
He replies, the word flat, empty, and dead. To match their tone, heh. It's funny. It's hilarious. Everyone's laughing.]
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That's the rule. That's his rule, and it's the rule of a lotta people out there, he knows. Once you give a damn, it's hard, real hard, to pull yourself out of it, to remind yourself why it's your policy to never care in the first place.
And Papyrus is no longer the sole exception to that little rule.
They wave a very familiar photograph at him, and he goes - still.
They've been through their room. Through their things. They've been at their house, and now he's wondering, now he's thinking, that maybe that harmless little quip about burying the bodies ain't so harmless after all.
Once you care, you're fucked.
What's two plus one, Sans?
What's s͒y̻s̨t͘e̲mͣ_͠i͔n᷂f̈́ỏr̰m͉a͟t͊ïo̓n͔_͝9̨͂̉6̤͍᷄2̟̝͂ plus one, Sans?
In his pockets, his hands curl into fists. He's breaking a rule here, ain't he? He's breaking...more than one rule. But hey, it seems to be the day for it.
He replies, the word flat, empty, and dead. To match their tone, heh. It's funny. It's hilarious. Everyone's laughing.]
It's you.