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    Papyrus was walking around, gaze sharp and daring anyone to come near. His head snapped in the direction of any NPC who stopped to stare at him. He stuck out like a sore thumb, the tall skeleton with a cape. What else was he expecting, to blend right in? No way. But at least the NPCs turned their heads and continued to do what they were doing when he looked over. It was nice to know there was already a sense of fear.


    A few of them didn't look away, instead sized him up, but he would walk towards them and his size would shut them up. If that didn't, a smack to the face did. Honestly, Papyrus didn't know where he was going, but he enjoyed the attention he was getting from simply walking around.


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    That's what Cory saw him as. Not intimidating, nor scary. Simply interesting. Mostly because she'd lived around the most heartless, cruel bastards her whole life. No skeletal creature was going to intimidate her above all else. Especially when she lived in this hell hole. Until she got out of here, which would be never because she loved it here, nothing would scare her. Nothing besides death, atleast.




    As the feline noticed Papyrus as hopelessly torturing others she rolled her eyes and rose off her haunches, trotting over solemnly. "Papyrus. What are you doing?" the Master of Mending muttered in a somewhat frustrated and tired tone.

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