[No, Papyrus isn't dead, even if he's not running around with his own face. It's far from the first thing on his mind right now, though, too busy with the bittersweet relief of seeing the doppelganger flung down the hall like that. He needs the chance to catch his breath, which he does with a relieved sigh.
It's not his own magic returned after all, unfortunately... but blue magic like that is surely proof that the voice behind is real. Papyrus twists at the sound, eyes wide within the stiff mask, and his voice brightens.]
Sans! You're here? [His eyes dart about, checking Sans for signs of injury or changes, stained dressings or anything of the sort.] I didn't see you down here, were you...
[He trails off with a shake of his head, not even wanting to put the question into words. Was his brother not taken, or was he captive somewhere else...?]
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It's not his own magic returned after all, unfortunately... but blue magic like that is surely proof that the voice behind is real. Papyrus twists at the sound, eyes wide within the stiff mask, and his voice brightens.]
Sans! You're here? [His eyes dart about, checking Sans for signs of injury or changes, stained dressings or anything of the sort.] I didn't see you down here, were you...
[He trails off with a shake of his head, not even wanting to put the question into words. Was his brother not taken, or was he captive somewhere else...?]