[This is getting hard to take. 'Getting' meaning that it's been fucking awful from the very start. He reads every letter as soon as he finds it, but it's like he's incapable of functioning afterwards. He just keeps thinking about what he's doing, and about how it's wrong, but then how he doesn't know what he can't do that isn't.
Was he this messed up before? Relative to what? He isn't even sure.
He stares at his radio for a long time, thinking about giving him a call, but he can't. He thinks about writing back, but he can't do that either. Eventually he decides to approach him, but freezes as soon as he sees him in the distance, unable to make himself to anything more than watch. And that's just his life story, now isn't it?
Papyrus would be better off without him, like this. It would have been better if Papyrus could have had this second chance instead of him. Maybe at least he would have done something with it.
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Was he this messed up before? Relative to what? He isn't even sure.
He stares at his radio for a long time, thinking about giving him a call, but he can't. He thinks about writing back, but he can't do that either. Eventually he decides to approach him, but freezes as soon as he sees him in the distance, unable to make himself to anything more than watch. And that's just his life story, now isn't it?
Papyrus would be better off without him, like this. It would have been better if Papyrus could have had this second chance instead of him. Maybe at least he would have done something with it.
In the end, there's no letter back.]