They're working. [When it's in the name of demonstration rather than getting somewhere, the magic comes to life easily; Sans vanishes and reappears on the other side of Papyrus, easy as he always has.] But when I want to go somewhere, I just... Get up and walk. Can't convince myself to just teleport.
That's... strange. [Baffled, rather than disbelieving. Sans has very visibly been active, while injured, and that's not really prank material. Not to mention, he can return the belief in things they can't prove.] That's so the opposite of normal, it sounds like someone flipped a flag on you.
[Just one flag, the decisions about physical exertion. The rest of Sans's programming - the rest of Sans's mind, and mannerisms, and behaviors, he means - seem to be about as normal, looking at it from the outside.]
They should un-flip it. [That Papyrus is using a term like that, even to describe Sans, is hardly even worth thinking about at this point. It's just how Papyrus speaks now.] You're not supposed to walk around on a broken leg anyway. [Of course, for this place, it's a pretty benign issue. For now. He doesn't trust it at all.] Has the mirror thing just been staying the same for you? Like, it's not... I dunno, spreading, or getting worse?
[Papyrus hums agreeably, because yeah, the antsy-seeming walking probably hasn't been helping the slow healing process, not if there's chances of jostling and re-injuring things. But what he knows about bones is... starting to fade, without ongoing personal experience, so who knows.]
No, not for me. I don't know if it's spreading... Nobody's mentioned anything like that. [Another worrying thought, one he flags to follow up on with coworkers and neighbors and other places he's visited the last several days.] But for me it's the same. Drippy mirrors... Outdated reflection.
[He's torn over whether to call it his real reflection or not. Outdated works, sort of - acknowledges the once-realness of it, acknowledges the updates and revisions since.]
Other reflections look like they should? Like, I still look like--how I look now. [A brief expression crosses Sans's face, a here and gone shadow, because he almost said "I still look like me", and this isn't the best time to try and work on what "like me" is supposed to mean. Better to just put that entire issue aside.]
[Papyrus absolutely catches that shadow and hesitation, because it's the same one he's made a couple of times since this started up. It's the notion that's outright haunting him in reflections, the conflicted feeling of a reflection that's no longer the right kind of familiar and the dysphoria of it. It's not a feeling he wants to be spreading.]
Uhh. You did before. [When Papyrus first discovered it and tried to show his brother, first with a mirror and then with pictures of his memories.] I haven't... seen your reflection today. But we could check!
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[Just one flag, the decisions about physical exertion. The rest of Sans's programming - the rest of Sans's mind, and mannerisms, and behaviors, he means - seem to be about as normal, looking at it from the outside.]
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No, not for me. I don't know if it's spreading... Nobody's mentioned anything like that. [Another worrying thought, one he flags to follow up on with coworkers and neighbors and other places he's visited the last several days.] But for me it's the same. Drippy mirrors... Outdated reflection.
[He's torn over whether to call it his real reflection or not. Outdated works, sort of - acknowledges the once-realness of it, acknowledges the updates and revisions since.]
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Uhh. You did before. [When Papyrus first discovered it and tried to show his brother, first with a mirror and then with pictures of his memories.] I haven't... seen your reflection today. But we could check!