In all the excitement of reaching the surface, and moving out to live among the humans, it's been a while since Papyrus thought longingly of Snowdin Forest. He's spent so many hours walking the path between town and the mysterious door (to the ruins, he's since learned) that he's memorized it. So it's no surprise to see it in such detail, even in his dreams.
The strange thing, Papyrus muses as he slides through the ice tunnel, is that this isn't how the path was the last time he saw it. Some of the puzzles are still calibrated, as though Frisk never passed through them. Even the snowskeletons are missing. It's as if he and his brother's work has been deconstructed. Or, perhaps, hasn't yet been constructed in the first place.
Footsteps crackle in the snow behind him, and he turns to see who it is.
- B1 -
Papyrus feeds a coin into the parking meter with only a tiny grudging impatience. It is, after all, a very small price to pay to go driving around the city. Gas and car repairs are much bigger. It's just confusing to pay the meter, instead of a parking tax that pools into a fund for paying for parking lot repairs. The first time he hit a pot hole, his bones rattled for almost an hour afterwards.
He doesn't notice when sound dies away, and everything around him goes still. It takes the stranger's first words for him to realize how loud and clear their voice is without anything else happening.
- B2 -
There was no question whether the great Papyrus would go to rescue his brother. (Though how anybody could think Sans was a good choice for a rock star, when Papyrus or Mettaton were around, was a mystery he'd be thinking about for some time to come.)
Even if he hadn't accepted for his brother's sake, or to help his good friend, there was just something about the way the strangers contacted him that made it seem important. It was a little like that time everything went white, and when he came to, everything had been fixed. If they needed his help to make that kind of difference, well, he sure wasn't going to refuse.
So now the grinning skeleton explores the ship, getting to know its layout--and the people aboard--in antsy anticipation of getting this rescue mission started.
Papyrus | Undertale
In all the excitement of reaching the surface, and moving out to live among the humans, it's been a while since Papyrus thought longingly of Snowdin Forest. He's spent so many hours walking the path between town and the mysterious door (to the ruins, he's since learned) that he's memorized it. So it's no surprise to see it in such detail, even in his dreams.
The strange thing, Papyrus muses as he slides through the ice tunnel, is that this isn't how the path was the last time he saw it. Some of the puzzles are still calibrated, as though Frisk never passed through them. Even the snowskeletons are missing. It's as if he and his brother's work has been deconstructed. Or, perhaps, hasn't yet been constructed in the first place.
Footsteps crackle in the snow behind him, and he turns to see who it is.
- B1 -
Papyrus feeds a coin into the parking meter with only a tiny grudging impatience. It is, after all, a very small price to pay to go driving around the city. Gas and car repairs are much bigger. It's just confusing to pay the meter, instead of a parking tax that pools into a fund for paying for parking lot repairs. The first time he hit a pot hole, his bones rattled for almost an hour afterwards.
He doesn't notice when sound dies away, and everything around him goes still. It takes the stranger's first words for him to realize how loud and clear their voice is without anything else happening.
- B2 -
There was no question whether the great Papyrus would go to rescue his brother. (Though how anybody could think Sans was a good choice for a rock star, when Papyrus or Mettaton were around, was a mystery he'd be thinking about for some time to come.)
Even if he hadn't accepted for his brother's sake, or to help his good friend, there was just something about the way the strangers contacted him that made it seem important. It was a little like that time everything went white, and when he came to, everything had been fixed. If they needed his help to make that kind of difference, well, he sure wasn't going to refuse.
So now the grinning skeleton explores the ship, getting to know its layout--and the people aboard--in antsy anticipation of getting this rescue mission started.
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