[Between his own line of sight and the helicopter still floating about, he catches both the expressions on Sans's face and the flickering of eyes back into being. That latter's good, at least. He still scoffs a half-static sound in agreement with the laugh, because really.]
Seems a little confused. A little lost! Too bad nobody gave this helpful human a map. [Not sincere - he doesn't want anyone else going underground, not even those so strangely careful as to do this much damage nonlethally. It's better if nobody goes underground.
...And they've got enough mess to clean up as is. All the dust to gather, so it doesn't get mixed up with regular trash... He shoots the rhoomba a message, directing it to avoid this area until further notice.]
[Sans is stuck on the floor unless Papyrus moves him or he decides to risk another shortcut. Aside from a growing urge to stretch his wings, he isn't exactly in a hurry to start jumping around, but he doesn't like not being able to so much as twitch.
A moment later and he's trying to will himself to move, desperate, because his reappearing eyes have caught sight of someone outside. Sans's scramble isn't evident until his extra arms appear, lit up with magic, as he tries to drag himself that way.] No, no, outside, they're-- [Sans hisses as he pulls himself forward just enough to set his broken leg throbbing again.
There's someone outside on the lawn--someone with pink eyes and shadows pooling around their feet.]
[Even while trying to commiserate with his brother's hysterical laughter, Papyrus begins revising his multitasking priorities. Putting the pause on the dust cleaning, setting his arm to minimize the pain even if he can't seem to disable to pain yet, but also things like plotting his repair order, and the question of how best to set Sans's leg, or to ask if there's other less visible injuries left...]
What? [It's too many tasks to divide his attention between, when he's in pain himself. He pauses a few of those tasks, diverts his attention back. It looks like Sans has shifted and is now visibly upset, talking about outside. Papyrus doesn't actually have to stand to take a quick look, not with the front door's camera (the better to spot approaching delivery drivers) and the helicopter rising and changing course just at the idea of doing so.] Wait, what?
[There's motion in the yard, an unfamiliar figure of the mostly-human variety of monster, with shadows and oddly bright eyes and little else, but...] Wait, that's them?! Weren't you in the ruins?? [It's illegal for other monsters to be teleporting, now!]
Yeah, I don't know, how'd they even find our house-- [Sans tries pulling himself up with his extra arms again; his leg throbs, but he's expecting it now, so he gets a little farther, a bit closer to the couch, before he has to stop and take a break. Outside, the monster isn't moving; not approaching the house, but undeniably watching it. Examining the outside, maybe. And still standing in the yard. Maybe Sans shouldn't be wasting his magic on dragging himself across the floor.] Might be... Able to shortcut again. [He won't leave without Papyrus, though. Even then, he's not sure where they'd go if that thing is just going to follow him.]
[Yeah, Sans probably shouldn't be squirming around purposelessly like that. And Papyrus could stand to be jumping into action, like picking his brother up to help get him to safety. But they're both in pain, surprise and distraction enough not to think these things through right away. This danger isn't coming with the dubiously convenient warning of a kid covered in dust to make the nature of the situation clear, after all.]
Wait, don't wear yourself out yet. [His attention's flickering between their respective states, and keeping an digital view on the mystery monster. Not approaching, but watching...?] M-Maybe it knew the address... That's on record. Or it might have been stalking... well, me, I don't check for people following me. [Some regrets, there, but it hasn't actually been a problem before.] So, somewhere we don't normally go...?
[What's a good place to avoid weird monsters, though?]
Somewhere inside. [Sans doesn't want to be outside like this even without the guy who caused it lurking around, even if he wouldn't mind the comfort of a graveyard right now. But the places Sans can think of aren't workable; he's not chancing taking that thing to Jemma's house, the dig site and museum are closed for the evening... Is a grocery store or something like that a good idea? The hotel? Those are all places they go regularly.] Dunno. [This isn't the best time for Sans to be trying to come up with a plan, of course. Not a great time for either of them to be doing this. Sans stares up at the ceiling, but most of his visual attention is on the eyes that can see outside.
The monster outside starts circling out of Sans's field of view, going around to the back of the house.] Where're they going?
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.]
Needle. I think. In my wing. [Sans is entirely limp in Papyrus's grip, but aside from his leg, his left half is mostly injury-free. Still, lifting Sans up is going to let his wings unfold and hang, limp but in nine feet of the way.
The monster is standing in the backyard now, watching. It's examining the potential entrances.]
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Seems a little confused. A little lost! Too bad nobody gave this helpful human a map. [Not sincere - he doesn't want anyone else going underground, not even those so strangely careful as to do this much damage nonlethally. It's better if nobody goes underground.
...And they've got enough mess to clean up as is. All the dust to gather, so it doesn't get mixed up with regular trash... He shoots the rhoomba a message, directing it to avoid this area until further notice.]
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A moment later and he's trying to will himself to move, desperate, because his reappearing eyes have caught sight of someone outside. Sans's scramble isn't evident until his extra arms appear, lit up with magic, as he tries to drag himself that way.] No, no, outside, they're-- [Sans hisses as he pulls himself forward just enough to set his broken leg throbbing again.
There's someone outside on the lawn--someone with pink eyes and shadows pooling around their feet.]
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What? [It's too many tasks to divide his attention between, when he's in pain himself. He pauses a few of those tasks, diverts his attention back. It looks like Sans has shifted and is now visibly upset, talking about outside. Papyrus doesn't actually have to stand to take a quick look, not with the front door's camera (the better to spot approaching delivery drivers) and the helicopter rising and changing course just at the idea of doing so.] Wait, what?
[There's motion in the yard, an unfamiliar figure of the mostly-human variety of monster, with shadows and oddly bright eyes and little else, but...] Wait, that's them?! Weren't you in the ruins?? [It's illegal for other monsters to be teleporting, now!]
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Wait, don't wear yourself out yet. [His attention's flickering between their respective states, and keeping an digital view on the mystery monster. Not approaching, but watching...?] M-Maybe it knew the address... That's on record. Or it might have been stalking... well, me, I don't check for people following me. [Some regrets, there, but it hasn't actually been a problem before.] So, somewhere we don't normally go...?
[What's a good place to avoid weird monsters, though?]
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The monster outside starts circling out of Sans's field of view, going around to the back of the house.] Where're they going?
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[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.]
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The monster is standing in the backyard now, watching. It's examining the potential entrances.]