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* aww. you really think so? well. i do try.

    This particular Sans probably would have taken anybody’s hand. He didn’t hesitant a moment; just snatched it up and gave Papyrus’ longer bone fingers a friendly squeeze. While he wasn’t too concerned about the guy’s ability to get around, (He seemed to do fine with his cane!) Don was a big fan of contact in general.

* oh yeah. not to blow my own trombone, but if anybody in this world can getcha back? you’re standing right next to him. temporal physics is my thing. well, that and comedy. but that’s… probably not news to you. heh.

    He just stood there for a while, smiling absently into the distance. Maybe he was thinking deeply about something, or maybe he wasn’t thinking at all. Hard to tell with him and his expert poker-face of a smile.

* …i talk to a lotta other sanses. if you’ve been gone long at all yours is probably looking for you already. yeah. i’ll just… poke around the shared systems and see if anybody’s said anything about it. once we find out where in the multiverse you fit in getting there should be no prob.

Papyrus was very comfortable with the Sans taking his hand, and even the gentle squeeze. He squeezed Don’s hand in return, as if reassuring that yes, this was good and comfortable. The mention of the trombone, however, automatically made him groan.

“UGH, SANS, NO!” he complained at the pun, his smile turning into a slight frown. “NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR AWFUL PUNS!” Okay, that one hadn’t been that bad, but... geez. The trombone was an endless source of frustration in his household.

As he couldn’t see, he couldn’t really tell that Don was just staring off absently. He assumed the other Sans was doing something, perhaps looking on a phone, or thinking hard. But when the shorter skeleton spoke again, Papyrus looked quite relieved.

“THERE IS A SYSTEM LIKE THAT? IF MY SANS KNOWS ABOUT IT - AND I HAVE A HUNCH HE DOES - HE HAS SURELY SENT A FEW FRANTIC MESSAGES OUT BY NOW. HE IS SO OVERPROTECTIVE, IT’S A LITTLE SILLY. AS IF I, A ROYAL GUARDSMAN IN THE MAKING, CANNOT HANDLE MYSELF EVEN THOUGH I CANNOT SEE!” It was sweet, though, that his brother cared so much.

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* me? in danger? nah. it’s kind of a long story…

    He supposed he could speak while he walked. Staring at the offered hand, he was again torn. Casual physical contact was uncomfortable for him in general, but there were exceptions. His brother was one of them, but this wasn’t really his brother. Just to be polite and to ensure that the other monster didn’t stumble into a bear trap or similar “puzzle” he overcame his own nervousness and took it anyway. Even if he hadn’t been blind that would have been a valid concern. * look, i’m not the best for serious conversation. i don’t like being the bearer of bad news, at least not to people i, err, care about.

    Oh boy, that was a whole other bag of worms, immediately caring for what amounted to both a complete stranger and someone he’d known his whole life at the same time.

* but there are death traps all over the place. my brother set ‘em for humans. he still likes to call ‘em puzzles, but…

    Eyeshift.

* they’ve gotten… murdery. do i really have to say more?

Papyrus’s hand enclosed securely around Horror’s, with a gentle little squeeze offered as thanks for the gesture. Even if he knew his way around Snowdin forest and had his cane, any strange discrepancies in this... other Snowdin might’ve thrown him off. He was then happy to follow along right after Horror as they spoke.

He wasn’t sure what to make of the news he was given. Of course, since this was another Sans, there was bound to be another Papyrus. But would another version of him really get... for lack of a better term... murdery? He could hardly believe it. What could drive his alternate self to such violence? If Horror was watching his expression, the shorter skeleton would be able to see only a tightening of the jaw, as his eyes - widened in shock - were hidden by the sunglasses.

“I... I SEE,” he said after a long moment, trying hard not to sound too shocked. Despite the information he had just been given, he didn’t want Horror to think he disapproved or judged. No, no, judging was his brother’s job. “WELL... YOU ALL MUST BE... QUITE DESPERATE FOR THAT LAST SOUL THEN, RIGHT? I’M SORRY YOU’RE IN SUCH A SITUATION, SANS - OTHER SANS. I WISH I COULD HELP YOU SOMEHOW...”

Typical Papyrus, wanting to help literally anyone and everyone he came across.

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*heya. got a question for you. 

*if it ain’t too big a thing, would ya mind giving this here post a like or, uh, reblog if you’re interested in roleplayin’ with a bonehead “classic” sans From undertale?

*i won’t tell anyone i broke the fourth wall if you won’t. 

*thanks, buddy. 

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continued with @donkinbronut

* you’re on the beach, bud, right near my… uhh… guess you could call it a small resort at this point. it’s one of the better places you coulda landed if this is a recurring problem. you definitely made your way across time and space. i’m not the sans you know, but i can give you a hand anyway.

    The stocky little monster creeps closer to the unfamiliar alternate of his brother, eager to be of assistance as usual.

Papyrus’s head turned toward the familiar voice and he automatically reached out the hand not holding his bone cane. His Sans always liked to take his hand to help guide him, and while he didn’t need it, if it made Sans feel better, he always allowed it. “NOT MY SANS? ANOTHER DIFFERENT, UH... VERSION?? I HAVE BEEN STUMBLING INTO SEVERAL OTHER NOT-MY-SANSES RECENTLY... YOU SEEM TO BE ONE OF THE NICER ONES! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD REALLY GET ME BACK?”

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cont. with @hsheaddogs​

The horrific skeleton inched closed to his brother’s alternate, far from relieved himself. He was very nervous indeed, but he couldn’t just leave him there, could he? The reason for the dark glasses finally registered and he hurried his approach to put himself within the cane’s reach.

* i’m right here, pal. i… yeah, i can probably help you get back. just gotta figure out exactly where you came from first. my magic’s not… the most reliable.

    He rubbed at the side of his skull and narrowly resisted the urge to dig around inside of it. Even if this Papyrus couldn’t see his ticks, or anything about his less-than-favorable condition, he wanted to present himself as respectfully as possible.

* look, i’ll be straight with you. this place is a lot different from what you’re probably used to. it’s actually really dangerous. mind following me home so we can get this figured out someplace safer?

“DIFFERENT?” he echoed. “DANGEROUS?” That made him look worried - but not for himself. “SANS - UM, I MEAN... OTHER? SANS? ARE YOU IN DANGER HERE?”

He offered his hand, the one not holding the cane, in case H.S. wanted to hold it, either for comfort or to lead. He was used to his own Sans taking his hand (even when he insisted he could walk fine on his own). “WELL, EITHER WAY, LEAD THE WAY. JUST WARN ME IF YOU’RE ABOUT TO DO YOUR ODD SHORTCUT THINGY.”

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“OH! OH NO NO, I DON’T NEED VERY MUCH HELP!” Blind Pap assured immediately. “WATCH THIS, I HAVE GOT A GREAT WAY OF GETTING AROUND!” He held out his left hand and summoned a very long bone, that he could then tap to the ground as a cane. “SEE, WITH THIS, I DON’T TRIP ON ANYTHING! I AM SO CLEVER, NYEH HEH HEH! AFTER ALL, I HAVE LIVED WITHOUT SIGHT AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER. ALTHOUGH, UH, USUALLY...” He shifted a little again. “USUALLY SANS IS AROUND TO HELP TOO. BUT I DON’T KNOW WHERE HE WANDERED OFF TO.” And yes, he did tend to get depressed sometimes, but he always tried not to show it.

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So..this other HIM was BLINDED?

Knowing that kinda made Papyrus feel a little SAD, even if this new meeting made him  REALLY confused he still felt BAD about this ‘other him’ not being able to see, he just couldn’t imagine how hard or  DEPRESSING  life could be for someone who couldn’t see the world around him. just darkness.. so, of course he wanted to be of HELP somehow!

❛ OF COURSE,  I Can see! but since you said you CAN’T,  do you prehaps need help? ❜

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Blind Pap just stood still, shifting a little from foot to foot. He did not look the other one up and down, because, well, he couldn't see. There was no point in pretending to look the other one over. “I’M AS SURPRISED AS YOU ARE, OTHER ME! BUT, UM. SO CAN YOU... SEE? BECAUSE, I SORT OF. CAN’T.” He reached up with one hand to tap his sunglasses.

"ANOTHER PAPYRUS?" Blind Pap stood there in front of regular Pap, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I'VE HEARD SOMETHING ABOUT MULTIPLE TIMELINES FROM ALL OF THAT MUMBO-JUMBO SANS TALKS ABOUT BUT... ARE YOU REALLY ANOTHER ME?"

Another HIM? Multiple.. TIMELINES? What was all THAT about?

All the skeleton could do now was standing in front of the  ’OTHER PAPYRUS’  in total confusion and SHOCK, that was something he could NEVER expect to see. that was obviously because he never heard anyone talk about different UNIVERSES , TIMELINES or what was all that about. He begun rubbing his chin back, studying the other ’HIM’ better.‘SANS?’ he ALSO had a brother named ’SANS’?! that was so..CREEPY.

❛ OH MY GOD! THERE ARE ACTUALLY..OTHERS OF ME?! ❜

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Papyrus felt instant relief upon hearing the voice. Though, it certainly sounded different from usual. Oh. He understood once the other skeleton had finished speaking. He tilted his head in the vague direction of H.S., stopping short.

“SKIPPED TIMELINES? I, UM, DID HEAR SOMETHING ABOUT THAT ONCE, WHEN HE WAS RAMBLING ON AND HAD FORGOTTEN I WAS THERE. TO BE HONEST, I DIDN’T THINK MUCH OF IT.” The bone cane shifted from side to side a little, as he tried to find his way towards H.S. “MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME GET BACK? WHERE EXACTLY ARE YOU?”

A classic-looking Papyrus wandered around near Horror's sentry station, looking distressed. He was wearing sunglasses for some reason, and was using a bone like a cane, so as not to trip on anything. "S-SANS?" he called out, a hint of worry in his voice. "SANS? WHERE DID YOU GO? WHERE... WHERE DID /I/ GO...?"

     Well that was an instant source of anxiety. If he approached an untainted Papyrus he would have to witness… this. This, he thought, glancing down at the shambling mess of bones that carried him, held together by stitches of copper, coats of grime and plenty of LOVE.

     Worse still, if he didn’t approach, he could get himself hurt. There were plenty of sources of danger strewn about the crumbling Underground, including several of his own brother’s traps hidden nearby. It hadn’t yet dawned on him why the visiting skeleton might have worn sunglasses or carried a cane, so that wasn’t a factor in his quiet approach, darting from behind one tree to the next until he was very near.

* it’s… it’s ok. i think… maybe you accidentally skipped timelines, somehow. the sans where you’re from… you musta heard him talking about that kinda thing at some point, right?

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