Shit. I don't... [Papyrus makes for the window, opening it to let the helicopter out. For one period of time, he'd surrounded the house in cameras. And then he'd felt silly about it, and taken them all down, only for a thief to sneak in a window. Now there's just a couple, and they don't cover a full 360 degree of the building - it takes until the monster is far enough around the corner for him to spot it with the outside view and send the copter drone over the rooftop.] Back yard. Maybe, maybe it saw the camera...?

[But even in pain and distress, Papyrus still isn't one to choose to take the blame for things like this, and he shoves the possibility aside to keep scrabbling for a sense of control here. He ducks down next to his brother, trying to gently lift on the side with the injured limbs.] Sans. You said it drugged you. How? If we go somewhere with people, and it manages to find us... [Would they be putting random bystanders in danger, he means.]