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[Sans hears his phone go off--did he have the sound on? No, no, Papyrus must have turned it on. Sans's thoughts are slower than they should be. He still tries to grab for his phone, like maybe his body will cooperate now, but all he can do is lie there where he fell as he hears text message after text message go unanswered. Papyrus must be worked up about something. Really worked up, because eventually the phone answers itself. Just hearing Papyrus's voice is a relief; even better to know Papyrus is on his way. He doesn't think about why Papyrus knows he's in trouble.]

'Kay. [That's about the most he can manage as far as coherency right off the bat. There's an incoherent mess immediately following as Sans tries to explain where he is, specifically. His voice still sounds like he strained it, because he did. Still, he pauses and tries again.] Living room.

[That's going to have to be good enough for right now.]