He stares at Papyrus for a moment, before turning to look off into space. He knows what that means. He could do bones and blue magic, and other things. They both could.
He shakes his head slowly, his legs folding closer to him as his tail curls around his body with movements that are bizarrely fleshy feeling. This is all so weird. He wonders if he's going to feel like this for the rest of his life. Everything about himself from before his Name was taken drifts further and further from his reach, and he can't bring it back.
He buries his head in his knees, shaking at the shoulders. If everything about him was just... taken out... what is he? What use is he to anyone?
"What am I supposed to remember?" he demands, suddenly, his voice cracking with stress. "What am supposed to be like? What am I doing wrong?"
He looks up at Papyrus again, his expression rent with pain. As much as Papyrus wants to free him, he is desperate to be free. Even beyond this prison and these bonds, he's trapped.
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He shakes his head slowly, his legs folding closer to him as his tail curls around his body with movements that are bizarrely fleshy feeling. This is all so weird. He wonders if he's going to feel like this for the rest of his life. Everything about himself from before his Name was taken drifts further and further from his reach, and he can't bring it back.
He buries his head in his knees, shaking at the shoulders. If everything about him was just... taken out... what is he? What use is he to anyone?
"What am I supposed to remember?" he demands, suddenly, his voice cracking with stress. "What am supposed to be like? What am I doing wrong?"
He looks up at Papyrus again, his expression rent with pain. As much as Papyrus wants to free him, he is desperate to be free. Even beyond this prison and these bonds, he's trapped.