"Papyrus!" I shouted again, "Papyrus!" I coughed into the dry, cold, air. "It isn't funny anymore, Papyrus!" I scoured the snowy area, looking for any sign of him, of his foot prints. "Pap, please! Come here Pap, I'm losing my patience!" I fell to my knees. "Papyrus," I whispered. I quickly went back to shouting, "I swear to God, Papyrus, if you're dead, I'm going to kill that human." A glint of red flickered in a patch of snow, "Papyrus!" I ran to the red, desperate to hear Papyrus's voice. "Papyrus!" I noticed the armor sitting on the ground near his scarf, then the dots began to connect. The light substance covering the armor and scarf wasn't snow. It was Papyrus's soul.
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