Contrary to belief, Papyrus woke up quiet and thoughtful. He didn't wake up Sans enthusiastically at 5:30 in the morning, (it was more like 7) and he didn't have Spaghetti for every single meal. In fact, he loved a morning cup of coffee as much as the next monster. So when Papyrus woke up, he thought about what just happened. Was it a dream?
No, it couldn't be, he thought, to much detail, to clear to be a dream. If it was that clear, and it wasn't lucid dreaming, then it must have been real.
The thing must have control over the time, probably for a while now. And something possibly before that thing. It would make sense, he concluded why Sans would be so hopeful, and then the next day so much more lazier than normal, his Hope only 1 point. It was ironic, now that he thought about it, the seemly happiest monster in Snowdin, so depressed.
'Well,' Papyrus thought, heading up to his room to put his jogging clothes on.
'Now we wait.'
Sans wasn't doing so well as he woke up, but better than the last few resets, where Papyrus had died in particularly vicious ways from that sadistic bastard. Hopefully Pap hadn't remembered what happened in a nightmare, which happened sometimes when he had died. Sans yawned, heaving himself off his mattress, pushing the sheet pillow back closer to the window. He trudged past the treadmill and his tornado, Annoying Dog sleeping in it.
"hey anno"
The dog let out a bark, eyes opening lazily as the his friend's,as Sans opened the door, shuffling out of the dog's sight.
"mhm, mornin' pap."
"SANS."
Huh? Where was the 'GOOD MORNING BROTHER!' that his little bro always gave? He never gave less than that, even if he had a nightmare. Did the human somehow get out even earlier? Did they kill even more monsters? His thoughts suddenly froze with the next sentence
"SANS... WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THERE WERE THINGS LOOPING TIME AGAIN AND AGAIN?"
