"Hey, Sans?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think the over ground is like?"
"Dunno," Sans shrugged and cast his gaze up at the stone ceiling, "I wish I knew. I bet it's beautiful."
"Yeah," Papyrus agreed with a sigh; he decided to go ahead and change the subject, "There was a cave in the other day."
"Oh jeez," Sans didn't like the sound of that, "Another one? How many did we lose this time?"
"Not sure," Papyrus admitted, sullenly, "Undyne hasn't returned, though, I'm beginning to get worried."
It was all Sans could do to keep a strait face,
"You, Paps?"
"Yes, even I, the great Papyrus, gets worried," Papyrus smiled, a small sad smile, "I know Undyne can take care of herself, but still, from what I've heard, that cave in was pretty bad."
"Well don't worry, I'm sure she's fine," Sans consoled, "Now, come on, let's go inside. I'm freezing my bones off out here."
"Alright," Reluctantly, Papyrus followed his brother into the home they shared, casting one last wary glance over his shoulder before shutting the door.