Papyrus opens his eyes to see some of the gamer's circle tents rising around him, as if he's lying on the ground.
It's not the first time he's inexplicably and unintentionally fallen asleep at the carnival, and it probably won't be the last... But boy, he's not a fan of it. At least this time he's not a lobster. Or a murderous shadow blob. In fact, he almost feels normal...? Except for a weight on his chest, which stirs and shivers as he reaches up.
"Ugh. Were we asleep?" The weight says, turning a head to look back at him with luminescent eyes. Her voice sounds familiar, or maybe it's not her voice but something else. She's a cat, though that doesn't last long; she leans into his touch, stretches, then changes into a small bird to flit about his head. And he could feel her change shape, almost like he can feel his own hands shift as he pushes himself up, and he realizes.
"Oh," Papyrus exclaims, sitting up and watching her. "Yes, I think we were! But... you weren't here, yet."
"No, not like this. But in a way..." She perches on his knee and fluffs herself into a little ball. "Do you think everybody's split in half like this? If this is some spell to make us fit in somewhere..."
It makes sense. And it's such an exciting question. He offers a finger for her to move to, then leaps to his feet. "Let's find out!!"
Most people are likely asleep, this time of night, but there's usually a few sleepless sorts around.
☠ IT’S GOOD TO SETTLE ☠
"But why a goose?" Papyrus wonders again as they walk through the park, party preparation well in force around them. Settling is a big thing, and one that demands parties! And they've settled so recently, it's like the party's also for them.
Sistina walks a little ahead of him, wings tucked in at her sides, feet plopping along the sidewalk. She doesn't shrug, but tilts her head in a way he's sure means the same thing. "It feels right. I don't know what it means."
"Looking for answers about who you really are?" A new voice calls out from the side of the path, an unfamiliar human with a bullfrog perched on their booth. "Come right over here, and let's have a look at you."
Sure, the form readers have the same kind of sales pitch as any talker from the Carnival, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to what they're saying! Probably.
☠ KERNER ISLAND... HARBOR ☠
Tragically, according to the rules of this world, he's too old and settled in his ways to go to that island.
Well, it's not really a tragedy. Going out to explore an island covered in invisible dangers is not his idea of a fun time. Boating on the open sea, with all those choppy waves, is even less of a fun time??
The goose daemon doesn't mind the waves, despite her worrying and complaining about all manner of other things. They're down at the harbor, Papyrus standing in the surf, so Sistina can bob along just past the cresting waves.
It's just, there's something about it. Humans telling fearful tales of a place where creatures that devour souls reside. Monsters. A place apart from the rest of the world, isolated from it, yet visited by fearless children.
"Do you think the humans back home tell stories like this about the underground?" Sistina wonders, then dips under the water for a moment.
He waits until she surfaces, not yet sure how well she can hear without hearing. "Why would they! Nobody's ever eaten a human soul, that's disgusting."
She looks at him, then away to the mysterious island. "The ones Asgore gathered all went missing... They must have gone somewhere."
That's very true, and he doesn't have a quick answer to it.
Papyrus - will match format!
Papyrus opens his eyes to see some of the gamer's circle tents rising around him, as if he's lying on the ground.
It's not the first time he's inexplicably and unintentionally fallen asleep at the carnival, and it probably won't be the last... But boy, he's not a fan of it. At least this time he's not a lobster. Or a murderous shadow blob. In fact, he almost feels normal...? Except for a weight on his chest, which stirs and shivers as he reaches up.
"Ugh. Were we asleep?" The weight says, turning a head to look back at him with luminescent eyes. Her voice sounds familiar, or maybe it's not her voice but something else. She's a cat, though that doesn't last long; she leans into his touch, stretches, then changes into a small bird to flit about his head. And he could feel her change shape, almost like he can feel his own hands shift as he pushes himself up, and he realizes.
"Oh," Papyrus exclaims, sitting up and watching her. "Yes, I think we were! But... you weren't here, yet."
"No, not like this. But in a way..." She perches on his knee and fluffs herself into a little ball. "Do you think everybody's split in half like this? If this is some spell to make us fit in somewhere..."
It makes sense. And it's such an exciting question. He offers a finger for her to move to, then leaps to his feet. "Let's find out!!"
Most people are likely asleep, this time of night, but there's usually a few sleepless sorts around.
☠ IT’S GOOD TO SETTLE ☠
"But why a goose?" Papyrus wonders again as they walk through the park, party preparation well in force around them. Settling is a big thing, and one that demands parties! And they've settled so recently, it's like the party's also for them.
Sistina walks a little ahead of him, wings tucked in at her sides, feet plopping along the sidewalk. She doesn't shrug, but tilts her head in a way he's sure means the same thing. "It feels right. I don't know what it means."
"Looking for answers about who you really are?" A new voice calls out from the side of the path, an unfamiliar human with a bullfrog perched on their booth. "Come right over here, and let's have a look at you."
Sure, the form readers have the same kind of sales pitch as any talker from the Carnival, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to what they're saying! Probably.
☠ KERNER ISLAND... HARBOR ☠
Tragically, according to the rules of this world, he's too old and settled in his ways to go to that island.
Well, it's not really a tragedy. Going out to explore an island covered in invisible dangers is not his idea of a fun time. Boating on the open sea, with all those choppy waves, is even less of a fun time??
The goose daemon doesn't mind the waves, despite her worrying and complaining about all manner of other things. They're down at the harbor, Papyrus standing in the surf, so Sistina can bob along just past the cresting waves.
It's just, there's something about it. Humans telling fearful tales of a place where creatures that devour souls reside. Monsters. A place apart from the rest of the world, isolated from it, yet visited by fearless children.
"Do you think the humans back home tell stories like this about the underground?" Sistina wonders, then dips under the water for a moment.
He waits until she surfaces, not yet sure how well she can hear without hearing. "Why would they! Nobody's ever eaten a human soul, that's disgusting."
She looks at him, then away to the mysterious island. "The ones Asgore gathered all went missing... They must have gone somewhere."
That's very true, and he doesn't have a quick answer to it.