Maybe that's what they look like. [It's probably not what they look like, especially since Sans has that photograph where they're standing still to prove otherwise.] Or it was the best one you could get.
Somebody got that one with seven not-blurs. [Grumble, grumble. As if his skills aren't up to the task that someone else achieved, he's a great photographer, he's sure. Never mind that most of his pictures of the book in the coral were also blurs.
It just goes to show, something like the importance of trying and trying again until you succeed. A feeling that makes more sense the more he thinks on it. Being instantly perfect at things is great, but so is learning and growing, right? Right. Which leaves the mystery of why he seems to have only tried once, with these blurry figures...?]
Maybe... it's a joke. And we just forgot the punchline.
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If we forgot a punchline, we definitely have to remember it. [Jokes are very important.] I guess if we found whoever took that pic I've got-- [Or just someone besides Papyrus, in general, since Papyrus seems to like taking many, many pictures of himself. Hm.] Hey, hang on.
[And with no further elaboration, Sans vanishes. At least when he teleports here, he leaves mist behind to kind of indicate what happened.
He'll be back in a few minutes, though, and holding up a similar-looking phone. Sans's is significantly more beat up, though.] I hit up the vending machine.
[Okay, Sans probably isn't the only person on these islands that teleports, but it's still a little bit surprising every time. Even a lot a bit. Thankfully Papyrus wasn't in the middle of sipping anything.
The few minutes are enough time for him to continue scrolling through his images, enjoying a continuing parade of selfies in a couple recurring locations. The room with the pirate flag and the flame carpet and all, the snowy woods, a couple set in some wet caves with glowing decor, some outside somewhere. Even a couple more pictures of other people, including a robot not seen in the original picture... But none taken with the same care for focus as all the selfies. Unhelpful priorities, past Papyrus!
So when Sans reappears, the first thing Papyrus does - after jumping just a little bit - is take a picture of his brother.]
Yeah. [Sans settles himself back in his seat as he scrolls through the apps.] Maybe I took some pics, too.
[There's a moment of hesitation as his thumb hangs over the photo app, though, like maybe he should check through the whole phone before showing stuff to Papyrus. He doesn't know why, but it also doesn't feel odd to think--he trusts Papyrus, he's sure of that, but there's something--
Sans hedges his bets and shifts the angle of the screen so he gets a look at the thumbnails before Papyrus can make anything out. And, well, it's nothing bad, but--]
Well, I guess I did take some. [But he opens the first one and--well, it's Papyrus cooking in a kitchen with a way too tall sink. From a somewhat lower angle than Papyrus's photos of himself, but still.]
[If the vending machine had one phone, somehow, stands to reason it might have more. Papyrus rattles a little with enthusiasm and impatience waiting as his brother goes about the whole secretive preparation, and quickly leans in - when Sans finally reveals it - to examine all the details of the newer pictures.
...Wow, will you look at that sink. It looks like... an incredibly inconvenient design?? Maybe that place is rented, and he didn't have permission to lower it, or something.]
Well, I can't fault your taste in subjects. [He cackles a brief nyeh heh.] More of me... but this time, much more slice-of-life than all of my, uh...
[Aspirational modeling? Dating bait? Whatever he was going for, with all those selfies.]
[Sans starts flipping through. There's another of Papyrus cooking--it looks like it's from the same day as before, only now there is spaghetti sauce absolutely everywhere, a white blur of a dog, and Papyrus looking generally upset. Next up: Papyrus next to a snow Papyrus (not in the Underground, though Sans would not know to look for that specifically). Third: Papyrus and Sans! At least it's not just Papyrus this time.]
[If he's being honest with himself, while this isn't the most helpful recollection-sparking collection of images they've found... It's delightful. Papyrus cackles again with each additional photo of himself.]
It seems that way!
[There's a lot of himself he hasn't rediscovered, but there's things he's learned about himself since waking up. Things are easier to remember and do when he can see them, he's found. Whether it's because they're in places he frequently travels, or depictions he frequently sees, or because he skims back through the various pictures he's taken during quiet late nights and finally remembers about things...
But that probably has nothing to do with this habit.]
But with a face like mine, who wouldn't want pictures of me?? Doesn't it just brighten your spirits, seeing these great photos?
[Not to mention, it's not only Papyrus, and not only Papyrus and Sans... but that looks like a familiar white canine, too! The small white dog Appears from wherever it's been lurking, clambers up onto Papyrus lap, and gets a load of what looks suspiciously like a picture of itself from their home. Isn't that mysterious.]
[Yeah, dog, what are you doing in that picture? Though it could be another dog... Still, weird.]
With all these, everyone must be glowing back home. [But actually, Papyrus isn't wrong. There's something nice about them, even if Sans can't remember the details.
Flip, flip, flip... Papyrus (next to a red convertible), Papyrus (posing with way too many sunglasses), Papyrus--being carried by a blue fish monster. It's even not blurry!]
[Time is weird. Maybe the dog follows them home, but ends up years before they leave. Stranger things have probably not-happened in other time loops.]
Oh, the blue fish lady! [She sure seems to like to carry people. And there's no hesitation from Papyrus in gauging her as her, despite hesitating with they with so many people of the islands.]
And it's not blurry...
[If anything, it looks very deliberately posed, with some kind of pretended-dismay and laughter in his own face.]
[Sans pulls out his hard copy photograph for comparison. She's in that one, too, of course.] You guys seem like you get along. [Does this count as getting along...? Sans is pretty sure it does, actually.]
We must be friends! [...Though, that's what he assumed about Sans. It made sense, because sure they're both skeletons but is there any resemblance to speak of...? No. So if that's not stopping them...]
I dunno, that seems pretty fishy. [Actually, Sans has no real way to prove or disprove Papyrus's theory. She's not a skeleton, but Sans isn't really sure if that matters.]
But not a red herring! [Because she's blue. Papyrus snickers again as he continues studying the picture, because if anything's clear, it's that the skeleton brothers are connected by bonds of punnery.]
Hmmm. She seems like... an older sister, if a sister. [Partly because she's taller than Papyrus, partly because she's hauling him around in this picture. He goes still, then considers Sans.] Say......... do you remember. How old you are.
Thirty-two. [Though he's not sure where he got that number, actually. One year in the bureau, he remembers that more or less, and then-- Well, he's sure that's the answer (even if he still can't remember the year he spent stuck in a weird illusion where he thought he was the Cheshire Cat).
Actually, his birthday's coming up, isn't it? Yeah. He'll be thirty-three soon. Well, nobody knows when his birthday is anyway, and they have more important things to worry about than that.] What about you?
[Looking at Papyrus, Sans would guess early twenties, but maybe Papyrus just looks young. Or maybe he looks older than he is?]
Oh, wow, you're definitely the older brother. [He may not have lips, but that doesn't stop Papyrus from pouting just a little bit. All the height, but none of the age?? Because now that he's thinking on it, Sans does seem like an older brother. Not quite a decade older.]
I'm... twenty-four. No, twenty-five? Hmm. No, that doesn't seem right.
[He sits back, hand on his chin, and frowns at the counter-top for a few seconds.]
...Twenty-four. But, shouldn't you be about, oh, seven years older than me? [He feels completely sure of this. Sans, explain this discrepancy. Yes, even with the mutually-recognized amnesia.]
[Okay, so Sans is older and Papyrus is younger. Yeah, that feels like it's right. He can't help but wonder if that meant that at some point he can't remember he was taller than Papyrus. That's probably not important.]
I've been here for--a while, since the whole Hunger attacking the world thing. [Does that explain it? Papyrus is here, too.] We all showed up in batches. [Like terrible cookies!] Guess yours was later.
[But that really is a guess. He can't remember when Papyrus showed up, beyond running into him on the island.]
[Already younger, and now made younger still by some kind of shenanigans? The injustice of it. The unfairness. How dare. The younger sibling energy shows as Papyrus continues pouting over the whole matter.]
I guess so. I still don't remember anything here. Besides, since waking up on the beach.
[Which he's remembered since waking, except for the brief time, so maybe it doesn't count as something to mention.]
Oh, but I do remember some home things! I remembered. Traveling through caves. To go to training? With someone in intimidating armor?? [Not what they looked like under the armor, but it was impressive-looking.]
[Focusing on something Papyrus can remember seems less distressing than focusing on what he can't. No need to stir things up.]
What d'you think you were training for? [There's something about traveling through caves that feels very obvious, enough that he doesn't immediately think to ask about that part.]
Some kind of warrior training, I'm sure! With a boss with armor like that. And all my magical talents.
[Sure, some of his magical talents seem more focused on crafting potions and little illusory effects. But others are very combat focused! He always has a weapon on hand, the moment he reaches for one! He's found he can distract people, blind them, help his teammates hit harder... And! he has! a dog.]
I've been watching fights in the Coliseum, and I can see their mistakes before they do! Really, if I just remembered my training... [He'd be a skeleton to reckon with. Even more than he definitely is now.]
Ain't that kind of stuff muscle memory? But I guess neither of us have muscles. [Still, maybe if Papyrus tried out the Coliseum, he'd remember something.]
Exactly!! No muscles. [That is definitely the reason, and not because he keeps trying to politely take turns, or the way he keeps reflexively trying to float or jump in a way his magic doesn't permit.]
Even the brain's a muscle. No wonder we're having so much trouble remembering...
'Cause we're a couple of boneheads? [Heh. But that does make Sans wonder, if he could take a proper look at his soul, if he might notice bits and pieces not working right. Maybe with arcane hacking--but maybe it's better not to know.] We'll probably figure it out sooner or later.
Probably... But let's not give up yet. [He's not enthusiastic about this ongoing delay, and rests his head in his hand, elbow on the counter. Fortunately, Miso Fou doesn't seem fussed about it, giving him time to start mulling over pieces they do have.]
A fish... skeletons, a human, some goats, a lizard... a robot... Mostly like the Animalians. But, "monsters."
[The word monster really did seem more at home than the word people on these islands use. And maybe that was for distinguishing the animal-like people from the... human-like people? He hasn't seen any elves or dwarves in their somewhat biased pictures, yet.]
And it was somewhere with snowfall... and caves... But not much sunlight. [He taps on his cheekbone with a long finger.] I was... confused by the sun, when I woke up. But not by rocks, or trees, or skeletons. Maybe, instead of raining half an hour a day, it snows a little all the time?
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I'm sure they'll forgive a little forgetting, if they know we saved them! [Honestly, what kinds of ungrateful friends wouldn't???
He flicks back to the previous picture anyway. It might as well have been covered in gross Hunger spit, with the blur of blue and yellow.]
...Hmmm, nope, I don't remember why I saved a picture like this.
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It just goes to show, something like the importance of trying and trying again until you succeed. A feeling that makes more sense the more he thinks on it. Being instantly perfect at things is great, but so is learning and growing, right? Right. Which leaves the mystery of why he seems to have only tried once, with these blurry figures...?]
Maybe... it's a joke. And we just forgot the punchline.
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[And with no further elaboration, Sans vanishes. At least when he teleports here, he leaves mist behind to kind of indicate what happened.
He'll be back in a few minutes, though, and holding up a similar-looking phone. Sans's is significantly more beat up, though.] I hit up the vending machine.
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The few minutes are enough time for him to continue scrolling through his images, enjoying a continuing parade of selfies in a couple recurring locations. The room with the pirate flag and the flame carpet and all, the snowy woods, a couple set in some wet caves with glowing decor, some outside somewhere. Even a couple more pictures of other people, including a robot not seen in the original picture... But none taken with the same care for focus as all the selfies. Unhelpful priorities, past Papyrus!
So when Sans reappears, the first thing Papyrus does - after jumping just a little bit - is take a picture of his brother.]
Oh? Oh! Is that your phone??
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[There's a moment of hesitation as his thumb hangs over the photo app, though, like maybe he should check through the whole phone before showing stuff to Papyrus. He doesn't know why, but it also doesn't feel odd to think--he trusts Papyrus, he's sure of that, but there's something--
Sans hedges his bets and shifts the angle of the screen so he gets a look at the thumbnails before Papyrus can make anything out. And, well, it's nothing bad, but--]
Well, I guess I did take some. [But he opens the first one and--well, it's Papyrus cooking in a kitchen with a way too tall sink. From a somewhat lower angle than Papyrus's photos of himself, but still.]
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[If the vending machine had one phone, somehow, stands to reason it might have more. Papyrus rattles a little with enthusiasm and impatience waiting as his brother goes about the whole secretive preparation, and quickly leans in - when Sans finally reveals it - to examine all the details of the newer pictures.
...Wow, will you look at that sink. It looks like... an incredibly inconvenient design?? Maybe that place is rented, and he didn't have permission to lower it, or something.]
Well, I can't fault your taste in subjects. [He cackles a brief nyeh heh.] More of me... but this time, much more slice-of-life than all of my, uh...
[Aspirational modeling? Dating bait? Whatever he was going for, with all those selfies.]
You know. What else do you have??
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You really like being in pics, huh?
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It seems that way!
[There's a lot of himself he hasn't rediscovered, but there's things he's learned about himself since waking up. Things are easier to remember and do when he can see them, he's found. Whether it's because they're in places he frequently travels, or depictions he frequently sees, or because he skims back through the various pictures he's taken during quiet late nights and finally remembers about things...
But that probably has nothing to do with this habit.]
But with a face like mine, who wouldn't want pictures of me?? Doesn't it just brighten your spirits, seeing these great photos?
[Not to mention, it's not only Papyrus, and not only Papyrus and Sans... but that looks like a familiar white canine, too! The small white dog Appears from wherever it's been lurking, clambers up onto Papyrus lap, and gets a load of what looks suspiciously like a picture of itself from their home. Isn't that mysterious.]
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With all these, everyone must be glowing back home. [But actually, Papyrus isn't wrong. There's something nice about them, even if Sans can't remember the details.
Flip, flip, flip... Papyrus (next to a red convertible), Papyrus (posing with way too many sunglasses), Papyrus--being carried by a blue fish monster. It's even not blurry!]
Here we go.
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Oh, the blue fish lady! [She sure seems to like to carry people. And there's no hesitation from Papyrus in gauging her as her, despite hesitating with they with so many people of the islands.]
And it's not blurry...
[If anything, it looks very deliberately posed, with some kind of pretended-dismay and laughter in his own face.]
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Unless. What if she's secretly our sister, too.
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Hmmm. She seems like... an older sister, if a sister. [Partly because she's taller than Papyrus, partly because she's hauling him around in this picture. He goes still, then considers Sans.] Say......... do you remember. How old you are.
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Actually, his birthday's coming up, isn't it? Yeah. He'll be thirty-three soon. Well, nobody knows when his birthday is anyway, and they have more important things to worry about than that.] What about you?
[Looking at Papyrus, Sans would guess early twenties, but maybe Papyrus just looks young. Or maybe he looks older than he is?]
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I'm... twenty-four. No, twenty-five? Hmm. No, that doesn't seem right.
[He sits back, hand on his chin, and frowns at the counter-top for a few seconds.]
...Twenty-four. But, shouldn't you be about, oh, seven years older than me? [He feels completely sure of this. Sans, explain this discrepancy. Yes, even with the mutually-recognized amnesia.]
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I've been here for--a while, since the whole Hunger attacking the world thing. [Does that explain it? Papyrus is here, too.] We all showed up in batches. [Like terrible cookies!] Guess yours was later.
[But that really is a guess. He can't remember when Papyrus showed up, beyond running into him on the island.]
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I guess so. I still don't remember anything here. Besides, since waking up on the beach.
[Which he's remembered since waking, except for the brief time, so maybe it doesn't count as something to mention.]
Oh, but I do remember some home things! I remembered. Traveling through caves. To go to training? With someone in intimidating armor?? [Not what they looked like under the armor, but it was impressive-looking.]
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What d'you think you were training for? [There's something about traveling through caves that feels very obvious, enough that he doesn't immediately think to ask about that part.]
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[Sure, some of his magical talents seem more focused on crafting potions and little illusory effects. But others are very combat focused! He always has a weapon on hand, the moment he reaches for one! He's found he can distract people, blind them, help his teammates hit harder... And! he has! a dog.]
I've been watching fights in the Coliseum, and I can see their mistakes before they do! Really, if I just remembered my training... [He'd be a skeleton to reckon with. Even more than he definitely is now.]
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Even the brain's a muscle. No wonder we're having so much trouble remembering...
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A fish... skeletons, a human, some goats, a lizard... a robot... Mostly like the Animalians. But, "monsters."
[The word monster really did seem more at home than the word people on these islands use. And maybe that was for distinguishing the animal-like people from the... human-like people? He hasn't seen any elves or dwarves in their somewhat biased pictures, yet.]
And it was somewhere with snowfall... and caves... But not much sunlight. [He taps on his cheekbone with a long finger.] I was... confused by the sun, when I woke up. But not by rocks, or trees, or skeletons. Maybe, instead of raining half an hour a day, it snows a little all the time?
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farmer sans... reminded of all the oira art
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