[It's early in the day, and Papyrus is pushing himself to greater wakefulness by taking a walk around the block. Looping around Loomis drive to the neighboring streets and around back home is just long enough to get his blood flowing (supposedly a good thing) without needing a breather.
But seeing a purple, six-legged predator skulking around the hedge dividing two yards leaves him gasping in surprise.]
Oh my god. A monster?!?
[But he's not particularly horrified by the concept - a little nervous, maybe, because of those scary occurrences in December. But also a fair bit hopeful - the drowned zombies and antlered meat-eaters were nowhere near so colorful, and this creature could be any one of his neighbors, back home.]
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But seeing a purple, six-legged predator skulking around the hedge dividing two yards leaves him gasping in surprise.]
Oh my god. A monster?!?
[But he's not particularly horrified by the concept - a little nervous, maybe, because of those scary occurrences in December. But also a fair bit hopeful - the drowned zombies and antlered meat-eaters were nowhere near so colorful, and this creature could be any one of his neighbors, back home.]