video; during day 1 of the invasion

[boneafide]

[The video starts with VERY loud music, and a very dizzying, swinging view of the inside of one of the fighter ships. From the coloring of white and gold, one can assume it’s from the Zymandis. The next thing one might note is the sheer amount of fire present inside of the jet. That cockpit is not exactly big, and one can say maybe it’s about 75% fire at this point.

Eventually, a gloved hand picks up the necklace communicator, and holds it up to show himself in said cockpit of said burning fighter jet. The skeleton is smiling widely, while also off on the side frantically pressing buttons, pulling levers- basically, the things someone does when they have no idea what they are doing. ]

HELLO, FELLOW AL DENTE FRIENDS!!

[Papyrus means Audente, but...]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE SAYING IN THIS SONG, BUT IT SOUNDS GREAT!! Anyway!! I have obtained one of the fighter jets from the… What were their names again?

[He pauses in his button pressing for just a moment, and then shrugs. Meanwhile, the entire plane is definitely shaking wildly, of which Papyrus really doesn’t seem too bothered.]

But don’t worry, I am not alone here! Fire is my co-pilot!!

[Fire makes a bad co-pilot it seems, because there’s another loud explosion that definitely ISN’T the music. If anyone happens to be looking at the sky during this time, you will definitely be hearing (MUFFLED DAME MAS GASOLINA) playing in the distance as Papyrus’ newly acquired fighter jet is definitely about to crash and blow up.]

You know, they really should label the “land” button on these things!! I’ll figure it out, though. How’s everyone else doing!!

[Probably better than Papyrus.]

Comments

[boneafide]

[One must be very blunt to get a point across to him...]

I mean, you would say if you didn't, yes?

[ofobedience]

Yes.

[boneafide]

GOOD!! Being in agreement is very important!!

[ofobedience]

If you say so.

[boneafide]

You say that too much. I want to hear a yes or a no from now on!!

[ofobedience]

Don't be too demanding, will you.

[Look it's a habit okay, he's accustomed to deferring to someone else's opinion.]

[boneafide]

I'm worried you're not expressing your own opinions!! Like you feel like you can't, for some reason!

[ofobedience]

Perhaps I don't have any. Hahah.

[boneafide]

Oh.

[No, he knows this. He's seen this before.]

Everyone has opinions. Sometimes they just don't say them, because they feel like they aren't worth saying.

[ofobedience]

[That...cuts so close to the bone that it surprises him, actually, and his response is delayed for a few moments as he tries to think of what to say]

I wasn't created to give opinions. It's irrelevant.

[He keeps his voice light and indifferent, so you won't know the comment hit home. At least, that's the effect he's aiming for.]

[boneafide]

[HESITATION MEANS HE'S WINNING!!!]

And I'm telling you to forget about that! At least with me, okay? You can say anything you want, and anything that comes to mind! I want to know!

[ofobedience]

And if I'd rather not say anything?

[boneafide]

...Oh. Um.

[Well that's a flaw in his flawless plan.]

You... I guess, you don't have to say anything. If you don't want to.

[ofobedience]

[Good, it serves you right for getting too close to the heart of things just now]

All right, then.

[boneafide]

...

Well...

Alright, but...

We're still having breakfast!!

[ofobedience]

All right, fine. Breakfast it is. Once we return to Oska.

[boneafide]

Yes!! Then!!!

[He's still counting this as a victory, somehow.]

[ofobedience]

[Then they can both go away happily thinking the victory belonged to them. Which of them is correct? They'll never know.]

Until then.

[And he'll cut the feed.]