Frankly, between that radio chatter and the travel over here, not a whole lot of collaborative planning happened. At least not that Papyrus was around for. But if all else fails, he can lean on the skills he used as a sentry back in the day; building entertaining obstacles to slow people down.
At the least, he can offer helping give people a lift into the stadium.
DRAWN IN
The concert's about to start, and so far everyone's efforts... haven't panned out.
Plenty of concert goers are in the enormous stadium, cheering in anticipation of the show's beginning. At this point, it seems like the only thing that could stop the concert is pulling CY-Ren herself away from the stadium... or if the equipment went down.
Wasn't somebody saying something like that, before? That they could mess with the stage lights, the speakers, that sort of thing? It's not exactly his know-how, but he's out of ideas, and they could probably use his help!
So Papyrus begins toward the stage even before the first song begins, weaving around enthusiastic fans in hopes of finding familiar faces. As the music starts, he loses focus on the why. He stops checking the crowd, pushes forward with unthinking purpose, and shakes off anyone who might try to stop him.
PAPYRUS | OTA
Frankly, between that radio chatter and the travel over here, not a whole lot of collaborative planning happened. At least not that Papyrus was around for. But if all else fails, he can lean on the skills he used as a sentry back in the day; building entertaining obstacles to slow people down.
At the least, he can offer helping give people a lift into the stadium.
DRAWN IN
The concert's about to start, and so far everyone's efforts... haven't panned out.
Plenty of concert goers are in the enormous stadium, cheering in anticipation of the show's beginning. At this point, it seems like the only thing that could stop the concert is pulling CY-Ren herself away from the stadium... or if the equipment went down.
Wasn't somebody saying something like that, before? That they could mess with the stage lights, the speakers, that sort of thing? It's not exactly his know-how, but he's out of ideas, and they could probably use his help!
So Papyrus begins toward the stage even before the first song begins, weaving around enthusiastic fans in hopes of finding familiar faces. As the music starts, he loses focus on the why. He stops checking the crowd, pushes forward with unthinking purpose, and shakes off anyone who might try to stop him.