Sudden hysterical laughter after a fight, Papyrus knows about. He remembers Undyne doing so, especially after that first spar where he showed off his coolest attacks. Laughter edged with fear, fear that the laughter's supposed to disperse... but maybe isn't able to, just yet.

But that was Undyne, and she'd grinned widely and brightly not long after. Sans just seems to be curling in on himself more miserable than before. Maybe this wasn't the best way to distract him.

"No, don't be upset! If you're fretting about my question, feel free to forget all about it! Telling the truth can't be all that bad."

There are far scarier things in the world than the carnival's leader. Things like people turning to him, chanting his name, eyes finally brightening... as they call for murder.

It's been easy to forget in these last several days, as small as the carnival grounds are, his world shrinking to a new and easy routine. But he hasn't forgotten. He can't.