[The night passes in a blur of experimentation and play. The new malleability of metal and machinery, more like magic than even programming's gotten to be, made it so easy to repair things he'd been meaning to get around to. With a whim, spare metal helped to augment the various metal scaffolding of the room - now the beams in the walls and ceilings look suspiciously like femurs and other archetypal bones.
As dawn comes on, Papyrus stands and appreciates the sight with the sunlight streaming in the side window. It's an uncomplicated satisfaction, or an unshadowed one - that distress hanging in the air faded away at some point. Maybe Sans finally got to sleep?
The question sends as a text unintentionally, \E5HEY, IS THAT WHISPERING&STILL HAPPENING? Whether that makes a sound or vibrates depends on Sans's phone's settings - the message came without enough warning for any trackers to adjust them.]
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As dawn comes on, Papyrus stands and appreciates the sight with the sunlight streaming in the side window. It's an uncomplicated satisfaction, or an unshadowed one - that distress hanging in the air faded away at some point. Maybe Sans finally got to sleep?
The question sends as a text unintentionally, \E5HEY, IS THAT WHISPERING&STILL HAPPENING? Whether that makes a sound or vibrates depends on Sans's phone's settings - the message came without enough warning for any trackers to adjust them.]