Did I? Because... [Papyrus trails off, voice decreasingly incredulous and increasingly disoriented. Partly because it's hard to put what he means into words, when those warnings about delusions are vague and don't feel real anymore, yet he hasn't gained any confidence or certainty about what is...
But mostly, because his system is flooding with that sense of screaming. Needing to fix, needing to change this, needing to keep going. His horror and anger and fear crumple under that sheer desperate need, and the sound and sight of the sun blazes in his awareness, filling the space with space enough to eclipse his other thoughts.
He sways, unconscious processes resetting and leaving him without anything dedicated to keeping standing. That is to say, the body sways, collapsing. The metal isn't important enough to keep off the ground, not when he's starting to remember.
(If those initial memories are significantly like Sans's, even direct copies of whatever he's been shoving into the circuitry, that's no surprise and of no more importance than the metal. There's no reason for anything to flag this as a duplicate, or to append a parenthetical (1) around the memories, or otherwise cast anything in doubt. They're real memories, to draw out Papyrus's own real memories. They have to be. This has to be fixed.)]
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But mostly, because his system is flooding with that sense of screaming. Needing to fix, needing to change this, needing to keep going. His horror and anger and fear crumple under that sheer desperate need, and the sound and sight of the sun blazes in his awareness, filling the space with space enough to eclipse his other thoughts.
He sways, unconscious processes resetting and leaving him without anything dedicated to keeping standing. That is to say, the body sways, collapsing. The metal isn't important enough to keep off the ground, not when he's starting to remember.
(If those initial memories are significantly like Sans's, even direct copies of whatever he's been shoving into the circuitry, that's no surprise and of no more importance than the metal. There's no reason for anything to flag this as a duplicate, or to append a parenthetical (1) around the memories, or otherwise cast anything in doubt. They're real memories, to draw out Papyrus's own real memories. They have to be. This has to be fixed.)]