[Sans starts writing as soon as the third sentence is finished. There's something still there. He saw it. He saw it just now. The look on Papyrus's face, that sadness, that regret. Papyrus is still in there somewhere.]
i don't want to be afraid of you
i cant be afraid of you
you're a papyrus
your'e still m
[Papyrus stands, moves. The bone comes forward, swings forward, and it's coming straight for Sans's face.]
[He dodges. Jumps backward with a soft yelp of surprise. The bone strikes the mirror and there's the sound of glass shattering, even though the mirror on this side stays intact. The image of Papyrus splinters into a thousand pieces and then vanishes. It's an odd look. The intact surface of the mirror, but with thousands of cracks running just beneath the surface. From the other side.]
[He dodged. He moved on instinct. He saw an attack coming at him and dodged. He dodged his own brother.]
no subject
i don't want to be afraid of you
i cant be afraid of you
you're a papyrus
your'e still m
[Papyrus stands, moves. The bone comes forward, swings forward, and it's coming straight for Sans's face.]
[He dodges. Jumps backward with a soft yelp of surprise. The bone strikes the mirror and there's the sound of glass shattering, even though the mirror on this side stays intact. The image of Papyrus splinters into a thousand pieces and then vanishes. It's an odd look. The intact surface of the mirror, but with thousands of cracks running just beneath the surface. From the other side.]
[He dodged. He moved on instinct. He saw an attack coming at him and dodged. He dodged his own brother.]
[Sans crumples against the far wall.]