thisavrou | [video] Feb 17th

[It's either very late at night or very early in the morning. Papyrus grins at anyone watching as he usually does, but this time around, something's off. His usual cheer seems forced, and there's a subtle, constant background rattle and the screen never quite seems to stay still.]

Hello again, everyone! This is the great Papyrus speaking, and... and I...

...

[For a moment, he seems at a loss for words. Then he rallies again and holds up his other hand. He has Sans's jacket in a tight grip, and clinging to the inside is an odd, distinctive sort of dust.]

I seem to have lost track of my brother!! That lazybones... now he's managed to slack off on naps! Is there no end to this?

So! If anyone has any idea where he is, please let me know! He probably just... fell asleep somewhere weird! There seems to be a lot of that going around lately.

[He starts to switch off the feed, then hesitates.]

Also, could someone bring some cleaning supplies to Sans's room? There's so much dust in here... I've been trying to get it all up, but it's just... getting everywhere.

[For a moment, he looks distressed, then he pastes the smile back on.]

O-once again, this is the great Papyrus! Signing out!!

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Um...

[Papyrus gathers up the jacket carefully, bundling it up and tying the arms to keep it as snug as possible.

When monsters kick the bucket, they turn into dust.

At funerals, we take that dust and spread it on that monster's favorite thing.

Papyrus shakes his skull once, rattling noisily in the process.]

W-well! There's really nothing to be done, so I'll just hold onto it for now!

[He's super okay, you know.]

[Steven watches Papyrus with a sick feeling in his stomach. If there had been any doubt before, there isn't now. You don't just pour dust into your brother's jacket and then keep it for no reason, or handle it with that kind of care. The only way he could see it being that precious is if it represents something really important - like a grave, or an urn, or a collection of glittering gem shards.

His mind wanders for a moment, thinking about how the only thing his mom ever left behind was him. The same gemstone she shared with him, and that gift of life. At this point in his life, he's spent a lot of time wondering what the other Gems must have felt, when the only focus of their mourning was a baby.

He shakes his head a little. It isn't the same. Sans...he's going to be back. They can fix this. Papyrus is scared - or he thinks he is, from the way he's shaking - but it will get better. He just needs to help him get to the other side.]

Okay. [He goes to pick up the dusty uniform that's been folded carefully on the bed.] Is there anything else we should clean up in here, or do you want to take his uniform to the laundry?

[Papyrus tucks the jacket under one arm and goes to pick up the uniform. And any other clothes Sans left lying around at one point or another. His socks are right there, in plain view. Shameful!]

I think this is as clean as we're going to get it for now! Thank you, Steven, you've been a huge help.

[More than you know, most likely. This is so hard, and Papyrus still doesn't know what to do with himself, but moving from chore to chore is helping. Putting things back into order, getting them to make sense, it's as close to comfort as he's getting right now.]

[Steven collects the cleaning supplies he brought, and gets ready to go. Sometimes he's really grateful to have been so close to so many different kinds of people. He's seen this kind of behaviour before, and it makes it so much easier to know what to do now. Maybe eventually he can talk to Papyrus about it, but right now it's enough to help him feel a little bit better...even if they are still lugging Sans's corpse around.

He smiles.]

I'm just glad I can...help, I mean.

[In a way, he feels like what they've been talking about has been referencing the deeper issue, even if they aren't saying it outright. Papyrus knows what's wrong. Maybe he just doesn't want to really think about it yet? Steven can understand that feeling. Anyway...

He opens the door for Papyrus.]

Ready to go?

Oh yes, absolutely!

[With everything he needs in hand and a great friend at his side, Papyrus steps out.]

Come, Steven! The rest of the day awaits!

[video] Feb 17th

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