Chara's clothes are rapidly becoming unrecognizably powder-white. There's a lot of mass to the human body that isn't bone, and it's all falling away through the gaps under his touch, almost with an hourglass hiss.

Dust spills out of an eyesocket, and with the blockage clear a small white spark springs to life in the depth. Chara automatically tries to blink as the vision it gives slowly comes into focus, and they do, but the 'lids' are bone as well, somehow.

The entire untransformed gooey mess that is half of their face, as well as everything else of them that's similarly incomplete, burns. But it's more manageable. Their thoughts are beginning to clear, and Papyrus is the most immediate object.

The first thing that comes to mind is utterly inane.

"Where is your armor?"