Papyrus couldn't help but find the situation baffling. He glanced around at their surroundings, contemplating the soft and gentle version of himself before him. It didn't quite match his expectations. The more he looked, the more it seemed like encountering a taller Sans rather than his usual Papyrus.
He battled to hold back a chuckle, determined not to break into a smile. The mental image of his brother Sans, squeezed into an ill-fitting battle body, and himself, buried under layers of clothing, was simply too humorous to resist. It was all just too comical to wrap his head around, leaving him in a state of amusement amidst the strange twist.
Papyrus...What's so funny bonehead?











