[Even if it weren't for the familiar handwriting, he would assume the note was from Sans; nobody here is racing to be penpals. Not with the radios and close proximity. Most people can't teleport into hiding from him, in this fairly small area that only takes a couple hours searching for the most tenacious of skeletons.
Of course, once Sans finally starts replying again, he can't ask an easy question.
Bright and early, S1:D4, another letter arrives. Papyrus favors prompt communication over optimal communication, after all.]
MY DEAR OBFUSCATORY SIBLING,
THAT DOES SOUND WEIRD. DOWNRIGHT PECULIAR. YOU'VE BEEN HERE A FEW YEARS??? I CAN'T BLAME YOU FOR WANTING TO PUT IT OUT OF MIND BUT HOW COULD YOU FORGE
NEVERMIND THAT. WE WERE DECIDING WHAT TO DO ABOUT THE HUMAN.
I TOLD YOU ABOUT THEM, AND WHAT EVERYONE SAID, AND YOU TOOK A WALK. TO THINK, I THINK.
I WENT TO ASGORE'S OLD GARDENS. AND THE RINGMASTER SHOWED UP. SHE OFFERED ME A CHANCE TO CLEAR MY HEAD. NORMALLY I WOULD NEVER HAVE SAID YES! BUT!! I REALLY WANTED TO GO... SOMEWHERE... THAT NO ONE WOULD ENCOURAGE ME TO KILL ANYONE.
IS THAT WHY YOU'RE WRITING LETTERS INSTEAD OF VISITING? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO THE HUMAN??
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Of course, once Sans finally starts replying again, he can't ask an easy question.
Bright and early, S1:D4, another letter arrives. Papyrus favors prompt communication over optimal communication, after all.]
MY DEAR OBFUSCATORY SIBLING,
THAT DOES SOUND WEIRD. DOWNRIGHT PECULIAR. YOU'VE BEEN HERE A FEW YEARS??? I CAN'T BLAME YOU FOR WANTING TO PUT IT OUT OF MIND BUT
HOW COULD YOU FORGENEVERMIND THAT. WE WERE DECIDING WHAT TO DO ABOUT THE HUMAN.
I TOLD YOU ABOUT THEM, AND WHAT EVERYONE SAID, AND YOU TOOK A WALK. TO THINK, I THINK.
I WENT TO ASGORE'S OLD GARDENS. AND THE RINGMASTER SHOWED UP. SHE OFFERED ME A CHANCE TO CLEAR MY HEAD. NORMALLY I WOULD NEVER HAVE SAID YES! BUT!! I REALLY WANTED TO GO... SOMEWHERE... THAT NO ONE WOULD ENCOURAGE ME TO KILL ANYONE.
IS THAT WHY YOU'RE WRITING LETTERS INSTEAD OF VISITING? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO THE HUMAN??
-YOUR SIBLING