[It's the kind of train of thought, of mental visuals, that are hard to just shake off, for all it doesn't immediately make sense. Papyrus's scarf-cape is tucked away in his closet, with the rest of his battle body. His dust, likewise, is tucked away in a box, where he's stored as much as he could, after the earthquake. Even the stuff from his head, when the pressure had gotten to him. So why would Sans think that he's...
...The hallway, he realizes, or remembers. The fight. He'd... Sans had been carrying...]
I...
[The word escapes without thinking, much like he hadn't really thought about this before - or had tried not to think about it. His dust. His original dust...]
some days, a tag is just a skeleton blue screening a little. sometime that's the hook
...The hallway, he realizes, or remembers. The fight. He'd... Sans had been carrying...]
I...
[The word escapes without thinking, much like he hadn't really thought about this before - or had tried not to think about it. His dust. His original dust...]