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[spaghettimonster]

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.]

[ribticklers]

[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.]

[spaghettimonster]

...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.]

[ribticklers]

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.]

[spaghettimonster]

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.

[ribticklers]

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.

[spaghettimonster]

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.