It's...almost kind of charming, the way this guy just keeps playing along with this. Sans isn't taking his presence seriously, or hasn't been, because he doesn't trust anything about this environment or what it's trying to tell him. Yet, the longer it goes on, the harder it is for him to dismiss it. It's becoming increasingly difficult to just brush this guy off, and he isn't even really sure why.
Both of those concepts kind of make him want to laugh, in a dark kind of way. Unexpected difficulties, indeed. The story, though...is that really all it is? That makes it sound like he should just cope with the fact that he doesn't remember, that they made everything different on him. If he hadn't started remembering anything else, then it'd just be a new story. Who cares what went on before.
Except it isn't working like that. The start of the story is haunting him, and the ending is looking increasingly grim. It would have been easier if he just kept this all to himself. He's already tired of it, and he knew this is exactly what would happen the moment he started.
"What'd you say your name was?" he asks, his voice just above a mumbles. He looks over at Papyrus wearily, the lights of his eyes dull in their sockets. Part of him, deep down, feels like it wants to try - but the journey is increasingly difficult, and his stamina has always been low.
He was never cut out for this. Not what happened in these spooky labs, and not what's happening in the waking world either. He should just quit while he's ahead.
he's been having a bad time
Both of those concepts kind of make him want to laugh, in a dark kind of way. Unexpected difficulties, indeed. The story, though...is that really all it is? That makes it sound like he should just cope with the fact that he doesn't remember, that they made everything different on him. If he hadn't started remembering anything else, then it'd just be a new story. Who cares what went on before.
Except it isn't working like that. The start of the story is haunting him, and the ending is looking increasingly grim. It would have been easier if he just kept this all to himself. He's already tired of it, and he knew this is exactly what would happen the moment he started.
"What'd you say your name was?" he asks, his voice just above a mumbles. He looks over at Papyrus wearily, the lights of his eyes dull in their sockets. Part of him, deep down, feels like it wants to try - but the journey is increasingly difficult, and his stamina has always been low.
He was never cut out for this. Not what happened in these spooky labs, and not what's happening in the waking world either. He should just quit while he's ahead.