As is typical of Sans's more dangerous investigations, Papyrus is largely in the dark about what's going on, or even that there's active investigation happening today. There's the tracker on Sans's phone, sure, but it was made to be small and unobtrusive - not large enough to continually monitor every conversation and location Sans goes through and reporting it all to Papyrus. The data usage of those transmissions would be too noticeable, anyway.
Instead, his flimsy continuation of going through some of the motions of privacy has the tracker set to signal him with certain kinds of things - like Sans talking like he's been attacked, or been injured through trying to help someone else too much, or the phone getting separated from him somehow. Things that aren't likely to come up very often, especially since Sans has been downright responsible about keeping his phone charged most of the time these days.
So it's something of a surprise when Papyrus's phone pops up a notification of a text from the tracker - one of the automated messages about battery dying, and with the added detail of the speed of the drain. Useful to know, and Papyrus doesn't think about how the tracker took initiative to include it, not when he's preoccupied by sending Sans a couple Very Casual texts. They're worded casually, in case nothing's actually wrong besides a battery problem and the texts go through as normal later. But there's no response, and it's nearly the end of his time at work anyway, so he mentions there's maybe family trouble and gets the go-ahead to head out early.
There's a light on and no signs of broken anything (besides the deactivated maze, and the remains of charred lawn, and the slowly growing grass), which all amounts to some degree of reassurance. He calls ahead as he opens the door.]
Hey, Sans, are you home?? What gives, why aren't you answering my texts?
where does the front door open to? is the couch in sightline? who knows
As is typical of Sans's more dangerous investigations, Papyrus is largely in the dark about what's going on, or even that there's active investigation happening today. There's the tracker on Sans's phone, sure, but it was made to be small and unobtrusive - not large enough to continually monitor every conversation and location Sans goes through and reporting it all to Papyrus. The data usage of those transmissions would be too noticeable, anyway.
Instead, his flimsy continuation of going through some of the motions of privacy has the tracker set to signal him with certain kinds of things - like Sans talking like he's been attacked, or been injured through trying to help someone else too much, or the phone getting separated from him somehow. Things that aren't likely to come up very often, especially since Sans has been downright responsible about keeping his phone charged most of the time these days.
So it's something of a surprise when Papyrus's phone pops up a notification of a text from the tracker - one of the automated messages about battery dying, and with the added detail of the speed of the drain. Useful to know, and Papyrus doesn't think about how the tracker took initiative to include it, not when he's preoccupied by sending Sans a couple Very Casual texts. They're worded casually, in case nothing's actually wrong besides a battery problem and the texts go through as normal later. But there's no response, and it's nearly the end of his time at work anyway, so he mentions there's maybe family trouble and gets the go-ahead to head out early.
There's a light on and no signs of broken anything (besides the deactivated maze, and the remains of charred lawn, and the slowly growing grass), which all amounts to some degree of reassurance. He calls ahead as he opens the door.]
Hey, Sans, are you home?? What gives, why aren't you answering my texts?