I’m curious, does Bram make a new battle body eventually to match his newer tastes, or has he outgrown it in general? what would a newly fallen human be expected to see him in?
The degradation of Bram’s (Descendtale Papyrus) battle body is—much like the changes all monsters start going through due to their new diet—slow, in stages.
The chest piece is the first to go, too restrictive to fit comfortably against the spikes starting to grow out along his spine.
The sleeves of his bodysuit go next, not by necessity but because his arms are growing spikes too and he thinks they’re very cool, they should be shown off!
He doesn’t really feel the cold of Snowdin anyway, not anymore.
Unfortunately, having his very cool spikes on display does have a downside. His scarf seems to snag on them constantly, tattering the poor thing to pieces and filling it with more holes every time it whips around dramatically in the wind--which is often.
That more than anything gets him thinking that he really ought to update his wardrobe. What if he does happen to find a new human on one of his unsanctioned patrols? He looks a mess! What sort of first impression is that for winning friends?!
He starts shopping around for newer, more…intact clothes, less worn, softer, not so…intimidating.
(Was his battle body too intimidating? It was very flashy and cool, maybe too much, making him cut too daunting of a figure for a frightened human falling to the Underground.)
(Is that why they left? Was he scary?)
Well!
From there is where he starts exploring a new style for himself, a gentler and more sophisticated presentation, but it takes some time for him to integrate everything into an everyday wardrobe. After all, who wants to wear all their nice new things out all at once, before anyone’s around to see it? Especially when trudging around in the cold, wet snow and risking ruining it!
So what’s left of the battle body does stick around for awhile, mostly for his patrols and only gradually phasing out.
The last bits to go are the boots and gloves—and only because the former are starting to crack and the latter are starting to leak—and just before them, the threadbare and torn scrap of his scarf when he can no longer tie it and must regrettably resign it to the noble duty of a dishrag.