[Sans watches the doppelganger even though he'd rather be looking at Papyrus. Sans is pretty sure that thing isn't getting back up with its limbs wrecked like that--but Sans would definitely call himself the more cautious of the two of them. Sans grips the thing tight and, wincing from the strain of his magic, pitches it as far down the hallway as he can, away from both of them. He's not going to have a lot more of those dramatic sorts of moves in him.
But now--] Papyrus? [Even with Papyrus so obviously right there, Sans's voice is tight with stress and some sense of disbelief. He'd seen something running around with Papyrus's face earlier, and he'd seen the operating room, and so he'd been sure-- But this has to be Papyrus. Papyrus isn't dead. He'd been so sure.]
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But now--] Papyrus? [Even with Papyrus so obviously right there, Sans's voice is tight with stress and some sense of disbelief. He'd seen something running around with Papyrus's face earlier, and he'd seen the operating room, and so he'd been sure-- But this has to be Papyrus. Papyrus isn't dead. He'd been so sure.]