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Papyrus strolled slowly through a very familiar timeline. The same trees lined the same path that led to the same bar with the same monsters... If he wasn’t paying attention, he may even have believed it to be his own. Thankfully, it wasn’t. He’d just left the house after a pretty bad fight with his brother.

Wake up...

              Wake up...!

              ———— Please wake up!!

Carmine eyes snapped open as if by command and immediately staring at the muzzle of a very anxious Temmie plush. The small toy practically dances on the fallen’s chest as she chides them.

“Human... You’ve got to wake up. It’s too dangerous to be napping!” 

Dove pushes themselves up and immediately shivers while the doll rolls off them. The ice had soaked into their sweater and chilled their skin forcing them to wrap their arms around reach other. Temmie hops up and down urgently as they tug on the human’s pant leg. 

A dull throbbing prods at their temples as their eyes shut to their signature squint. Hands release their grip on their arms and instead reach out to grab the perturbed Temmie plush and holding her close to their chest while the other reaches for their trusty stick while also pushing themselves from the ground. It wouldn’t be used for any offensive means, but grabbing something familiar in a world so upturned eased their mind.

They begin marching forward as boots crunch under the brittle ice; purposely stepping over a another fallen branch as they’ve done many times before. Holding onto the hope that maybe the Sans of this universe haven’t changed too terribly and could help them find their way out. The branch snaps as they reach to the wooden bridge and just like routine they turn around as Temmie tries to warn the human to run. 

                        ——— But it’s too late.

Papyrus arrived at the house as he usually did when Fret invited him over. This time, of course, he’d mentioned Rotten being home, so he didn’t have to attempt fending his alternate off if he had any “desires” while he was over.

Knocking twice, upon the door, and leaning against the doorframe, the skeleton waited for his call to be answered. Eyes half-lidded, stance slouched, he was relatively relaxed, something odd for being in a timeline so similarly dangerous to his own... or perhaps he was just tired. Either way, he wasn’t going to be content to stay in the cold for too awful long.

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For Rotten.

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For Rotten.

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Another for Fret.

Because.