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[He starts nodding slowly as he listens, taking what glimmers of insight Sans has to share, when the middle bit catches his attention.] Wait. What? They're still missing?? But, they went missing in 1961...?

[You know, the year that it supposedly is now? What gives, Sans.]

[Sans shrugs.] Yeah, but that's how it is. Ain't like I know the rules of this place. [Still, all the stuff Sans is surrounded by is more Halloween costume research rather than research on missing persons.]

Yes, I'm sure you're not the mastermind behind this. [Not to say that Sans couldn't be a mastermind, if he put his mind to it! But this town is just not Sans-inspired in the slightest.

Regardless, Papyrus is finding he's just not awake enough for wheedling the details slowly out of his brother. Best to get to the point.] And you're looking at costumes... instead of sleeping... because why?

Would you believe I'm plannin' my costume early? [Sans is entirely sure Papyrus won't believe that, which is why he's wording it the way he did. He's more testing to see how much Papyrus is going to nudge at him for information. Sharing info on the photograph isn't really a big deal, is it? He was going to give the info to some other people to deal with anyway...]

You, working early. [It scarcely needs to be said, Papyrus is skeptical of this and makes no attempt to hide it.] Then again... I guess it's not really work. Not job work. Or a chore.

[More like loitering in the woods reading car magazines, as a thing to look forward to happening someday in the future, now that cars are a part of their life already.]

[This sounds to Sans basically like permission to keep dodging the subject, even if he knows it's really not.] They've got skeleton costumes. What d'you think? [Sans holds up a magazine showing this thing, horrifying mask and all.]

[No, it's not, but Papyrus isn't sure if he wants answers on the subject, especially if things like this are what he has to look forward to.]

Oh my god?? [He outright recoils from the magazine for a second or two, hand to his chest as affronted as any leading lady on the television.] That's... That's supposed to be a skull? Have they ever seen a skeleton??

Well, real skulls aren't that scary. [At least not to Sans, who is admittedly incredibly biased.] Maybe they're goin' for a scary costume.

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If they want scary skulls, they could go for blasters, or something. [Those are at least scarier than your average person's skull, in his opinion. They're both biased on real skulls.]

They probably haven't seen those. [But having the only two people Sans knows who can use blasters right here makes him wonder if whoever kidnapped them, at least, might have some idea. But the kidnappers probably aren't responsible for costume design.] Guess I'll just have to go as this next October instead.

[Okay, now Sans kind of is planning his Halloween costume. And it's a horrific skeleton thing. Whoops.]

[He nods along to the first point, because fair enough. They weren't a common thing in the first place, and with how magic barely works here, it's almost completely unlikely anyone else here has ever seen one. But.]

Sans. [Why? No.] I could paper maché a better skull in my sleep.

Sure, but that's not the point. The point is this. [He holds up the magazine displaying the mask, specifically, over his face.]

The point of, you wanting... a disguise...? [He drops his voice a little on the last words. There's no way Sans came here to plan a costume for gathering candy, considering the effort involved. But if there's a more mysterious or nefarious purpose behind the costume, that almost might make sense.]

[And here Sans had hoped he'd misdirected the conversation enough they could just keep going on tangents the whole time.] Nah, just--thought something was weird and wanted to check it out, that's all. [Something besides the skeleton costume.]

...Weirder than everything else? [Consider the tangenting belayed, because, Sans. They're suddenly humans, in a weird surface town in the past of maybe an alternate Earth, and time recently reset to the beginning of a year they (probably) hadn't been around for. Whatever's weird enough to stand out from that backdrop has Papyrus's interest.]

I didn't say that. [Being suddenly humans is still weirder. But other things can be weird, even if by comparison they're not quite so much.] I just saw this real old picture of a couple kids in some Halloween costumes, so I went to look up how old the costumes are, and they're modern for this place. That picture looked older than the costumes.

[So it's linked to the 1961 weirdness, specifically.]

An old photo, of "modern" costumes... Maybe they were ahead of their time. [He's already considered putting together some cutting edge tailoring, to be more at-home in his home away from home here. But that's the kind of project he'd get up to when he had the middle of the night available, and as it is, he has to cover a yawn. And he freezes, mid-yawn, connecting the dots that Sans is probably caught on.] Or maybe, it's been 1961... for a long time.

Yeah. [That's what Sans was thinking.] It felt like the photo was gonna fall apart when I was holding it, so I'm guessin' it's not just some real fashion-forward kids.

Oh. [He wouldn't call the cold sweat breaking out across his skin refreshing, by any means, but it's sure waking him up. Or maybe that's the spike of fear and alarm that's causing the sweat.

Time looping, until they figure out what's supposed to happen, and help it to go right, huh? That... that conclusion comes to his mind awfully quickly. Like a thought he's thought before. But he doesn't even have any guesses who might be doing the looping, aside from that Wrath guy's theory about Santa.]

I guess, even a town as great as this, has its downsides. Nyeh heh heh... heh.

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