Papyrus knows that voice. He does not recognize the body- his Mettaton has yet to show his second form, still a box, albeit spikier, with a stylish cape and exaggerated, anime shades thanks to Undyne. But still, Papyrus knows the voice. It's enough to draw him in, despite the shouting, despite the chaos.
It's... worrisome.
So he approaches, albeit with a bit less pep in his step than usual. For all his exuberance, Papyrus isn't so naive as to overlooked blatant unhappiness.
Still, he clears his throat. "Excuse me for intruding, but why would you say such terrible things about yourself? I'm sure that there are many who think you're absolutely great! Perhaps even the greatest!"
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Date: 2017-02-12 06:36 pm (UTC)It's... worrisome.
So he approaches, albeit with a bit less pep in his step than usual. For all his exuberance, Papyrus isn't so naive as to overlooked blatant unhappiness.
Still, he clears his throat. "Excuse me for intruding, but why would you say such terrible things about yourself? I'm sure that there are many who think you're absolutely great! Perhaps even the greatest!"