Papyrus winces at the crash. Sans' disinterest in his chiding is nothing new. Fake agreements that turn into post-it note arguments have plagued them for some time, and only somewhat improved on the surface. This outright destruction is something else.
"Who's keeping you here? I haven't seen anybody else since I... mysteriously found myself here?" Come to think of it, he has no idea how he got here. There's no signs of other people around, not even an elevator to explain how they got down here. But if there's a way in, there's a way out.
If nothing else, Sans really should be able to use his secret 'shortcuts' to get himself out. If he already tried that, and failed, then...
He shakes his head, nowhere near ready to give up on getting somewhere else. Instead, he risks stepping closer to Sans, and reaches a hand to beckon him over. "Come on, stop breaking things, and let's do something productive. Like look for an exit!"
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"Who's keeping you here? I haven't seen anybody else since I... mysteriously found myself here?" Come to think of it, he has no idea how he got here. There's no signs of other people around, not even an elevator to explain how they got down here. But if there's a way in, there's a way out.
If nothing else, Sans really should be able to use his secret 'shortcuts' to get himself out. If he already tried that, and failed, then...
He shakes his head, nowhere near ready to give up on getting somewhere else. Instead, he risks stepping closer to Sans, and reaches a hand to beckon him over. "Come on, stop breaking things, and let's do something productive. Like look for an exit!"