[Papyrus sighs, because he can hear that contented sleepiness shattering, the way stammering turns to concerned demands. Maybe it didn't help after all.]

I'm by a balloon stand. Completely unharmed!

[A more precise answer can wait a couple seconds, because Sans shouldn't be frantically teleporting around, especially not just after waking up.]

I know, you told me, that he... hurt me, a lot of times? I remember. But he doesn't seem interested in doing any of that. And he seemed...

[He trails off rather than admit Flowey was crying. That seems a little too much to just share on the radio.]

Anyway! It's the stand... with all the kid-focused entertainment stuff? You can recognize it by the balloon animals.