Papyrus walks among the trees, standing on his own feet. There's nothing wrong with that, that's exactly how it should be, but very recently he wasn't. And he's not sure how that changed.
He could almost dismiss it that memory as especially vivid imagination. This silvery mist almost looks like snow, like those drifts always forming at the edge of Snowdin town. He could almost still be at home. But it's not quite right, and the trees are wrong and somehow moving around, and there's someone talking when most people have already left.]
II - not likely to app at this time, but I figured I'd say hi and tag a bit anyway
Papyrus walks among the trees, standing on his own feet. There's nothing wrong with that, that's exactly how it should be, but very recently he wasn't. And he's not sure how that changed.
He could almost dismiss it that memory as especially vivid imagination. This silvery mist almost looks like snow, like those drifts always forming at the edge of Snowdin town. He could almost still be at home. But it's not quite right, and the trees are wrong and somehow moving around, and there's someone talking when most people have already left.]
Is... Is someone there? Is that the human, again?