"Hmmm. As long as you can remember, huh?" That sure was a strange thing for Sans to just say outright. Normally he gives away how terribly he's doing in little ways, like the absolutely disgusting state of his room.

Maybe Sans didn't mean to say it, but it's out there now. Which kind of memory did he mean? The fake ones, the real ones, or both...? And if he asked, how would Sans reply? Would he just clam up again?

Papyrus mulls the idea over for a minute, before bouncing an easier question back at him. "Does lying in bed all night even help?"