With Sans recovered -- or at least, rescued and beginning to recover -- Papyrus heaves frequent, loud sighs of relief. Frisk likely feels similarly better to have him around again, and Rarity hasn't been at all quiet about fussing at him. It's wonderful to see how cowed Sans could get around her.
With that weight off his mind, Papyrus finds himself looking more and more into the bands, and thinks nothing of it. He finally has the spare brainpower to search through the media releases for clues to the puzzle, listening to music and tapping his feet while he searches around. And if he easily tires, sleeping four, five, six hours at a stretch, it's not so badly out-of-character that anyone should be concerned... Right?
Scarves and shadows - Open to all
The only problem with getting Sans back is that the holographic disguise can't hide all of them at once. Between Rarity, Sans, and Papyrus, the poor thing is getting used up and recharged constantly. And Papyrus has a job to get to.
Good thing his usual attire for walking the high city pathways is very covered up, with big tinted glasses, and scarf, and wig. And better yet that he's usually scheduled for late shifts, when the sun's not adding extra light. It's probably enough for him to avoid notice.
But... that strategy might not work so well if he takes an impromptu nap on a bench in a park somewhere. At least he's probably not the only person napping in public.
Dreaming
"just give up. i did."
"I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN!"
Papyrus dreams of fighting with Frisk again. The traditional puzzles and posturing, dramatic speeches and clever puns... But maybe it wasn't memories of that early time, before they were friends. A different fight, somehow.
He dreams of barrage after barrage of bones, trying to wear them down so he could capture them and finally, finally get everything he deserved. A strange echo to that fight, an emptiness in his brothers' voice. Like the warehouse wasn't the only time Sans expressed no desire to live anymore.
Maybe they're just bad dreams brought on by seeing Sans before he started to get better. Nightmares of imagining being half in his brother's shoes and forgetting who was important to him.
Papyrus | Dream please
With Sans recovered -- or at least, rescued and beginning to recover -- Papyrus heaves frequent, loud sighs of relief. Frisk likely feels similarly better to have him around again, and Rarity hasn't been at all quiet about fussing at him. It's wonderful to see how cowed Sans could get around her.
With that weight off his mind, Papyrus finds himself looking more and more into the bands, and thinks nothing of it. He finally has the spare brainpower to search through the media releases for clues to the puzzle, listening to music and tapping his feet while he searches around. And if he easily tires, sleeping four, five, six hours at a stretch, it's not so badly out-of-character that anyone should be concerned... Right?
Scarves and shadows - Open to all
The only problem with getting Sans back is that the holographic disguise can't hide all of them at once. Between Rarity, Sans, and Papyrus, the poor thing is getting used up and recharged constantly. And Papyrus has a job to get to.
Good thing his usual attire for walking the high city pathways is very covered up, with big tinted glasses, and scarf, and wig. And better yet that he's usually scheduled for late shifts, when the sun's not adding extra light. It's probably enough for him to avoid notice.
But... that strategy might not work so well if he takes an impromptu nap on a bench in a park somewhere. At least he's probably not the only person napping in public.
Dreaming
"just give up. i did."
"I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN!"
Papyrus dreams of fighting with Frisk again. The traditional puzzles and posturing, dramatic speeches and clever puns... But maybe it wasn't memories of that early time, before they were friends. A different fight, somehow.
He dreams of barrage after barrage of bones, trying to wear them down so he could capture them and finally, finally get everything he deserved. A strange echo to that fight, an emptiness in his brothers' voice. Like the warehouse wasn't the only time Sans expressed no desire to live anymore.
Maybe they're just bad dreams brought on by seeing Sans before he started to get better. Nightmares of imagining being half in his brother's shoes and forgetting who was important to him.