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With a deep breath, Papyrus courageously nods.

"YOU ARE RIGHT! I SHOULD TELL SANS MY EXACT THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ON THE MATTER! THIS SERIOUSLY NEEDS TO END BEFORE ANYONE GETS HURT!"

With a newfound confidence, the taller skeleton gives Dream a skull rub with a bright smile.

"THANK YOU SMALL ONE! I SHALL TELL HIM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! I'LL BE RIGHT BACK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT! NYEH HE HE!"

With that said, the vice captain of the royal guard rushed out the door to make his way to the lab to give Epic the talk, leaving Dream all alone in the house for now.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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The vice captain of the royal guard sighs and bends down against his broom to where his forehead is placed on top of his hands which were sandwiched on the very tip of the broom handle.

"I LOVE MY BROTHER BUT I JUST WISH HE WOULD STOP ALL OF THE DESTRUCTION. I KNOW THEY ARE ALL ACCIDENTS BUT STILL. CAN'T HE AND ALPHYS JUST EXPERIMENT ON MUCH SAFER THINGS FOR ONCE? I AM HONESTLY GETTING QUITE TIRED OF IT. I AM ALSO PRETTY SURE UNDYNE IS STARTING TO FEEL THE SAME."

He takes a deep breath to calm down as he stands back straight and gently smiles at Dream.

"I AM SORRY FOR TOSSING THAT OUT FOR YOU TO HEAR. JUST REALLY NEEDED TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST...."

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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Papyrus nods in agreement but then sighs in frustration upon hearing that his brother is back at the lab before he grabs another broom. The taller skeleton speaks out about his frustrations as he helps Dream with sweeping up the shards.

"HE IS ALWAYS AT THE LAB WITH ALPHYS AND METTATON. ALWAYS EXPERIMENTING ON SOMETHING WITH THOSE TWO ENDING UP CAUSING DESTRUCTION ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. A FEW DAYS AGO ONE OF HIS AND ALPHYS' EXPERIMENTAL ROBOTS ESCAPED AND DESTROYED THE INN ALONG WITH A FEW OTHER THINGS BEFORE METTATON DESTROYED THE DAMN THING."

Papyrus ended up sweeping a little aggressively while he spoke but not enough to flick the shards around.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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As much as the vice captain of the royal guard thought that Dream shouldn't have to worry about cleaning up the mess Epic caused he didn't want Dream to feel unneeded, unwanted, or useless.

"O-OKAY BUT PLEASE LET ME HELP WITH THAT. IT CERTAINLY ISN'T FAIR THAT YOU ARE DOING IT BY YOURSELF."

He quickly goes into the kitchen for a minute and comes back with another broom to help sweep up all of the glass shards.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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A bit more time later, Papyrus and Undyne managed to get everything outside under control and the crater taped off for safety. The tall skeleton soon tiredly walks back inside the house and takes a seat on the couch. He exhaustedly sighed while both his gloved hands covered his face.

"WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH SANS? HE KEEPS DESTROYING THINGS WITH HIS EXPERIMENTS...."

His hands slide off his face and he then noticed Dream trying to clean up. Papyrus immediately stood back up and went up to Dream with a smile.

"I THANK YOU FOR THE CLEAN UP, BUT PLEASE DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. YOU ARE A GUEST HERE. IT SHOULD BE EITHER MYSELF OR SANS TO DO THE CLEAN UP."

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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The taller skeleton chuckles some more at the other's concerns.

"The bomb would only detonate if your voice somehow sounds exactly the same as the voice you programmed it to respond to, bruh. For example, if I program it to detonate upon hearing a famous human actor's voice saying a certain phrase then it would only respond to that voice saying that phrase alone."

He then quickly stands up and ponders another idea for a moment before grinning massively and shaking with excitement.

"I just thought of another epic way to detonate explosives, bruh! I must head back to the lab to try it out! I'll see you later, bruh!"

He quickly gives Dream one last skull rub before shortcutting right back to the lab to start his next experiments.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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An offering has been made.

The meme king himself humbly accepts your offer and places the holy artifact onto his prized shelf in the lab.... Much to the dismay of Mettaton and the slight annoyance of Alphys.

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Give my muse an item and see how they react!

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Epic chuckled at Dream's question before correcting and answering it.

"Nah, bruh. Not a new bomb. Just a new way of detonating them."

After hearing Dream say that last sentence, he smiled and excitedly nerded out by explaining the intricacies of how this new detonation method works. Not an ounce of detail was missed out.

"So long story short, bruh. All you would have to do is speak a certain phrase a certain way for the bomb to detonate. It's genius, bruh!"

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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Epic kneels down and rubs the top of Dream's skull again with a closed socket smile for a bit.

"That's good, bruh. Glad no one was injured. I was testing a new bomb trigger method and.... Well..."

He looks away for a moment to recall that disaster before looking back.

"I should've used a smoke bomb instead of a real one. My bad, bruh."

If Dream were to take a look right out the window he is sitting under then he would see the crater the explosion made. Thankfully the only damage was just broken windows and the crater. Papyrus is trying to do damage control with Undyne outside.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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With the windows blown out and Dream being right underneath one of them he can easily hear Papyrus yelling at his brother while Epic sheepishly apologizes for the mess he just made.

After a while of this back and forth Epic defeatedly walks through the door and faces Dream before speaking with one hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his skull inside his hood.

"Hey, bruh.... I uh... I'm sorry for everything that happened this morning as well as for the explosion I just made... I hope you weren't cut up from the glass shards..."

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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Papyrus was about to respond when an explosion occurred right outside the house and shattered all of the windows on the front of the house. The tall skeleton was frozen with his sockets going massively wide until the explosion ended. He immediately got upset as he knew exactly who was responsible for that. He turns to the nearest window and shouts out of it without thinking.

"OH FOR FUCK SAKE SANS! YOU JUST HAD TO SET OFF AN EXPLOSION RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR FUCKING HOUSE!"

The vice-captain of the royal guard is clearly pissed at his brother for this. After making sure Dream is okay and apologizing for the language, he rushes out the door to give Epic a non-existent earful.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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Papyrus was glad to know that Dream is okay, but he still felt bad for startling him so badly.

"NYEH? OH, IT'S NOT A PROBLEM! IF YOU NEED A PLACE TO REST DURING YOUR TRAVELS THEN DON'T BE AFRAID TO COME BACK HERE. OUR HOME IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR YOU TO STOP ON BY. I AM SURE SANS WOULD FEEL THE SAME... IN HIS OWN WAY."

The taller skeleton knows he can't make Dream stay if the smaller skeleton doesn't want to. Not like he would even try to. The dude is too cool and kind-hearted to do such a thing.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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Papyrus immediately feels concerned for Dream after his tumble off the couch and quickly kneels to him.

"ARE YOU OKAY? I AM TERRIBLY SORRY TO HAVE STARTLED YOU. SANS HAS ALREADY TOLD ME A BIT ABOUT YOU. HOW YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO GO AND NEEDED TO STAY FOR A WHILE TO RECOVER."

He looks over Dream a bit with even more concern on his face.

"MY.... I NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD BE HOMELESS AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE.... WORRY NOT! I THE GREAT PAPYRUS WELCOME YOU TO STAY AS LONG AS YOU LIKE! MAYBE WE SHOULD BUILD ANOTHER ROOM FOR YOU! NYEH HE HE!"

He gives Dream a warm and kind smile.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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It wasn't too long before the blaring song finally died off. After a while though, Papyrus returned from training early and walked through the door.

"NYEH HE HE! I THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAVE RETURNED!"

The much taller skeleton takes a quick look around and spots Dream on the couch.

"NYEH? WHY HELLO THERE! I FINALLY GET TO MEET YOU! HAVE SANS BEEN TREATING YOU WELL?"

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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After Dream left, Epic took a calming breath. He soon started to feel bad for what he just did. However, it seems that the damage had already been done. It wouldn't stop him from apologizing though. With a sigh, he walks over to the front door next to the couch, past the smaller skeleton before speaking without looking at him.

"Hey..... I'm sorry for that, bruh... You didn't deserve that... You can stay here as long as you like or need to... I'll be at the lab or my bro is at Undyne's house if you need anything we don't have here..."

With that said, he left the house before shortcutting to the lab and taking that nap before Alphys and Mettaton would worry.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.

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He sets down his now empty mug, puts both hands together like a prayer up to his face, and takes a massively big breath through his nose socket before quickly swiping down the tips of his phalanges down towards Dream.

"Bruh! Come on. I get that you have your concerns for me and I appreciate it, but you're testing my patience dude. I'm fine."

He keeps swearing that he is fine despite his bags having bags and has consumed a lot of coffee. He would still keep his word on taking a nap at the lab though.

Epic is walking through the Underground and talking to the locals as he goes. It is seemingly just another regular day here in Epictale. The skeleton keeps his left eyesocket closed as he walks down the pathways left by those before him. The smell of baked goods made by Muffet and other bakers fills the inside of his skull as he calmly breathes through his nose.

The atmosphere feels peaceful.... Quiet even. It feels comforting, to say the least. As he entered the snow-covered area of Snowdin, fresh flakes were starting to fall down from above. He looks up and catches a few of them both on and in his skull, but he doesn't mind that. He slowly lowers his head back down with his usual smile and begins to walk towards Grillby's. His favorite establishment for food, drinks, and a source of gossip.