[Thinking about October, the details are definitely--swimmy. He remembers specific instances, but not how he got from one to the other. It's still more than he'd ever expect to have. Everything's so disconnected, it would make sense to assume they were dreams. Papyrus has the normal idea. Sans is only so sure of himself because--well.

He takes exactly one bite out of Papyrus's food. He won't eat the whole thing, but what kind of brother would be he if he didn't make good on food-related threats?]

My roommate remembers stuff happening before, too, so it probably wasn't a dream. No idea what's happening, really. I mean, it's pretty messed up, but that's obvious. [Even without October, it's obvious. They're in human bodies! And it's December! ...He still doesn't know if Papyrus knows that. He doesn't really know how to ask.]