It was cold.
So cold.
He was alone.. it was quiet.. he couldn't move his body..
"Knock knock!"
"Who's there?"
"Old lady!"
"Old lady who?"
"Oh! I did not know you could yodel!"
Gasp
That voice..
A girl? No. A woman.. her voice was light, soft.. motherly.. she—
"SANS! YOU SAID YOU WERE ON BREAK THREE HOURS AGO! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"
"No. I said my break was for three hours. You mis-read me, bro."
"FORGET IT!"
a male this time..? The voice was loud.. but comforting..so very familiar.. the name was just in the top of his head...
"YOU LAZYBONES! WHY HAVEN'T YOU RECALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES?!"
"I-I—"
"I AM VERY GREAT AFTER ALL! WHY DO YOU THINK IM CALLED THE GREAT—"
"papyrus..?"
"@(@(#*#*#(7272)#;#:@'w@#$#&&21"
E R R O R
gasp
Where was he..?
It was cold...
Quiet..
Blank.. empty..
And..
He was alone.
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A Communication Error
De TodoHe doesn't know where he is Who he is. How he got here. Nor why he's here. He has these clips in his head. Of his past life? Of his future? It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. Why should it matter? . . . Papyrus is the only word he can re-call fr...
