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Sans trudges through the snow, the cold water getting into his slippers. A light snowstorm also somewhat blurs his vision.
But that’s not important. He needs to find Papyrus. That’s why he’s here right now.
.
He takes a right turn at a crossroads, ending up at a cliffside.
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He takes a right again, walking across the cliff.
And at the end, he sees his brother, staring off into the distance.
Calming himself down.
.
That makes sense, after all. There’s been news of several murders going on here. A rogue monster.
"…pap?"
He calls out.
Papyrus turns to face him.
What does he do next?
