That is one of the dangers of flinging things off countertops, and complaining at anyone who interrupts the process. That puts it right out there, for anybody to see, that something is not quite right.
If they pay enough attention, or know the person well enough, they might see some of the truth of the matter. Bad jokes are a better disguise, all told. Not that Sans can help it, in this dreamscape.
"Hmmm. I... think you misunderstood something," Papyrus slowly corrects. "I am real! This is my dream. Not yours. So... I'll wake up. And you'll be back to normal?"
That is how bad dreams work, isn't it? One person dreams, their mind making up weird stories, and then they wake up. And everything fades. There's no reason why he would be sharing a dream with a strangely temporally displaced Sans with amnesia problems. And even less reason why Sans would really have forgotten Papyrus in the space of a day.
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If they pay enough attention, or know the person well enough, they might see some of the truth of the matter. Bad jokes are a better disguise, all told. Not that Sans can help it, in this dreamscape.
"Hmmm. I... think you misunderstood something," Papyrus slowly corrects. "I am real! This is my dream. Not yours. So... I'll wake up. And you'll be back to normal?"
That is how bad dreams work, isn't it? One person dreams, their mind making up weird stories, and then they wake up. And everything fades. There's no reason why he would be sharing a dream with a strangely temporally displaced Sans with amnesia problems. And even less reason why Sans would really have forgotten Papyrus in the space of a day.