He's struggling with everything far worse than he wants to be. This was a mistake, he can't help but feel. Everything he's done recently has been a mistake, and this place just seems to be a reminder of that. Something he left behind because it was too much for him. He couldn't take it.
How is it that he manages to be such a failure in both sets of memories? Is that really all there is, for him?
"Maybe if they don't want their crap broken, they should consider letting me leave," he says, his challenge directed at the room, like he's only vaguely humouring the fact that Papyrus is there in the first place. He doesn't care about that. He couldn't even put a finger on why, but this other skeleton's presence has the essence of feeling tasteless or unnecessary.
He turns his back on him, and stalks off further along the counters, turning over a larger piece of equipment with more malicious disregard.
If he has to stay here he's going to break something. That much is becoming clear, and on more than one level.
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How is it that he manages to be such a failure in both sets of memories? Is that really all there is, for him?
"Maybe if they don't want their crap broken, they should consider letting me leave," he says, his challenge directed at the room, like he's only vaguely humouring the fact that Papyrus is there in the first place. He doesn't care about that. He couldn't even put a finger on why, but this other skeleton's presence has the essence of feeling tasteless or unnecessary.
He turns his back on him, and stalks off further along the counters, turning over a larger piece of equipment with more malicious disregard.
If he has to stay here he's going to break something. That much is becoming clear, and on more than one level.