[This was a conversation Sans never thought he would have. Versions of it, sure. There must have been times -- countless timelines ago -- where a younger, confused version of him turned to his brother.
The outcome of those encounters were hazy non-memories to him now. However they went, whatever the outcome, it was apparently enough for Sans to never do it again. To actively, painstakingly avoid it.
So much for that.]
Pap... it's alright. [He mutters, rubbing Papyrus's back. Small circles, like he used to do when his brother was little and fresh off a bad dream.] You're alright. I've got you. We're together again here, even if we weren't back there.
[Well. There it was. The start of something he'd been avoiding for nearly six months. Or thousands of timelines. Something between the two.]
you're CRUEL
The outcome of those encounters were hazy non-memories to him now. However they went, whatever the outcome, it was apparently enough for Sans to never do it again. To actively, painstakingly avoid it.
So much for that.]
Pap... it's alright. [He mutters, rubbing Papyrus's back. Small circles, like he used to do when his brother was little and fresh off a bad dream.] You're alright. I've got you. We're together again here, even if we weren't back there.
[Well. There it was. The start of something he'd been avoiding for nearly six months. Or thousands of timelines. Something between the two.]