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"Oh god, Papyrus, I thought you were dead. I thought I had lost you. Oh god." Sans mutters these words as he hugs his brother and sobs tears that are somewhere between happy and sad. If the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, the marrow of brothers trumps them both. Not once did Sans ever think of giving up. He knew just how likely it was Papyrus was among the dust in Waterfall, perhaps even that of Snowdin Town, but he never decided Papyrus was dead. If he did, then he might have ended up right, and it would break him. You've learned skeletons can do a lot; bleed, summon bones, cry real tears. What a bizarre underground you didn't know about until a day ago. Papyrus is just as happy to see his brother. "Sans!" He cries out. "When I lost you while I was running away, I thought the human got you. I'm so sorry I didn't go back." And now they're just apologizing and crying back and forth, and it's beginning to sound like an old Shonen anime in this room. At least they aren't explaining their every move to the enemy. You step closer to the strange set of sobbing skeletons and offer a talon to help Papyrus up. He takes it with a bit of hesitation before asking, "Who are you?" Sans replies for you. "A friend of mine, Keeper. She helped me get out of Snowdin. She's a dragon. I don't really know what that is, but I'm not complaining. She seemed to scare off the human." Papyrus extends a bony hand. "Well, Keeper, my name is Papyrus." You shake his hand.
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