Everything was put into motion. Plans were made. That was at least one ease of his mind, but there were still the other two he needed to deal with. These alternate versions of Sans and Papyrus were not welcomed here. They needed to go, before they got in the way.
The “fox” transported himself back to his office. It’s become the common location for his comings and goings. The machine seemed to work better within the labs, perhaps because of the computer that connected itself to the multiverse somehow, or perhaps because of the same reasons. So it should be no surprise he would pick his office when it was the most private.
And he won’t be leaving it anytime soon. He needed to think. He was already absorbed in his thoughts, charting out each course for the future; on one side, the fragment he had ran into and the plan they had made; on the other, his own timeline, Mar, and everything else that tied to them. So far, things were working in his favor, and he wanted to keep it that way.