How did he get here? He lives here, thank you very much! And he might, slightly, be responsible for the presence of all those roombas?
Well, partly responsible. They were supposed to be running around inside. But in the hour Papyrus spent on the computer and the phone, searching for the answer of how so many arrived, it seems they've all been relocated. The part where they're outside in a makeshift pet pen, that's all Sans.
"SANS!!!"
He shouts from the doorway, having just slammed the front door open. He turns every which way in search for a familiar skull, before noticing the lawn chair. And the fence. In the driveway.
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Well, partly responsible. They were supposed to be running around inside. But in the hour Papyrus spent on the computer and the phone, searching for the answer of how so many arrived, it seems they've all been relocated. The part where they're outside in a makeshift pet pen, that's all Sans.
"SANS!!!"
He shouts from the doorway, having just slammed the front door open. He turns every which way in search for a familiar skull, before noticing the lawn chair. And the fence. In the driveway.
"Umm. Brother, what... are you doing...?"