[video] Feb 17th

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[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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[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[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.]

[tigermillionaire]

[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?

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

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!