[Papyrus drags his feet briefly at the idea of a network, and looks up at the walls and ceilings like he'll catch telltale bits of dust dropping as mannequins scurry in unseen tunnels. He only falls behind a couple paces before scurrying to catch up, and doesn't notice the hint of an echoing scurry somewhere.]
At least the doll part. [He has to agree with that much, there's probably not any doll parents making doll babies. Not in this world.] But however they're moving... they're really good at voices. Did you hear...?
[Not to name names, but he's heard some voices he hasn't heard in months, and thinking of it is just another pile of unsettled on what's already an uncomfortably large heap of unsettled.]
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At least the doll part. [He has to agree with that much, there's probably not any doll parents making doll babies. Not in this world.] But however they're moving... they're really good at voices. Did you hear...?
[Not to name names, but he's heard some voices he hasn't heard in months, and thinking of it is just another pile of unsettled on what's already an uncomfortably large heap of unsettled.]