[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Who: Papyrus, Sans, and YOU!
When: March 12th and onwards
Where: Medbay
What: Papyrus had a really bad idea that nearly got himself and Sans killed. Sans put out a call for help. This log is for the general followup/aftermath.
Warnings: Broken bones and hearts, cracked skulls, life draining, will add more if necessary.

((OOC Note: The translator event will affect the skeletons, so anyone tagging in on the 13th will be in for a lively game of charades!))

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[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"I'm doing well, thank you!" But that answer came too easily, and he knew Ratchet knew him too well by now to buy that. He sets the book aside for the moment and considers the real answer. "But maybe a bit... disappointed, too."

Ratchet's probably going to yell at him for being foolish. Not that he doesn't deserve it, of course. He's made some bad decisions in his time, but this one is somewhere in the top three.

[neveroutwrenched]

Ratchet regards Papyrus for a long moment, his expression concerned. He knew Papyrus would recover from the arm...magic or not, just about any injury was only a set back on this ship. But the other stuff? He sighs heavily, sitting up a little. If anyone deserved something good to happen to them, it was Papyrus.

"I'm sorry, Papyrus...I...wish this all could've gone different for you."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

The other stuff, in time, would likely fade. Papyrus wasn't the type to let these things bog him down for long, after all. But the wounds were still fresh, physically and emotionally, and around Ratchet at least he didn't try to pretend too hard.

"Yes... I wish that too." He looks up, a bit quickly. "It just seemed like such a relatable situation! A skeleton monster, trapped in the dark behind a barrier someone else created? It felt like we already had so much in common!"

[neveroutwrenched]

"Yeah." Ratchet looks down, making a show of brushing some stray dust or hair off the front of his uniform as he continues. "I think, sometimes that...having too much in common can blind you to the things you don't have in common. But I understand."

He knew what it was like to latch onto the common ground between yourself and someone else. A desperate bid for commonality that made it hurt that much more when you turn out to be ultimately, fundamentally different.

Even still, Ratchet almost admired Papyrus' valiant attempt at hoping for the best in Palatino. In Ploiatos. Even if had ended in near tragedy.

"I'm just glad you're okay. You and Sans both."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Ratchet has a point, and Papyrus nods a little. He wasn't wrong. He hadn't been wrong about Palatino the night they'd talked at the bar, and he wasn't wrong now. It had been foolish, and a part of him knew it, but what did monsters really have besides hope for the best?

"Yes... it could have been a lot worse if he..." Papyrus shakes his head. "Let's just say, if he had to strike one of us, I'm glad it was me!"